Pickle
Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 2:21 am
Look, fuckhead. God didn't give you an asshole to serve as a Bed & Breakfast for black cock. Enough is ENOUGH. Ok? If I see you, I'll fucking FIGHT you.
First I'm gonna stand you up next to Rumplewife, slap some boxing gloves on her free flowing flabrolls, and have her agitate like a washing machine. The one-two-three-four-five-six punch combo is going to turn your face into a really impressive piece of abstract art. I'm gonna put that shit on EBAY and then donate the cayshe to the NAACP. Then I'll swipe your checkbook, sign a check for all you're worth, and let BSmack hang onto it and see what happens.
Then I'll get you and LV sauced on some Zimas and make her conceive your children. I'll surgically attach a vagina to her if I have to, FOOL. Then I'll let index adopt your kids and see to it you have zero custody rights, you queef-huffing sack of fuck.
And when you recover from the beating, I'll promptly use a grapefruit spoon to pry holes out of your face, and lead a farm of hungry driver ants inside the delectable fleshy craters. I'll make sure to supply an extra hole in your face so that Alan can bring a friend next time. I'm just a fucking nice guy like that, Stanley.
Then I'll hook you up with a sweet ass cell phone plan with unlimited nights and weekends, stitch the phone to your ear, and put RtS on the other line. When that's done, I'll hole you up like Annie in Misery, pin your eyelids open, and make you watch a 72 marathon of Two And a Half Men. Take that, motherfucker!
First I'm gonna stand you up next to Rumplewife, slap some boxing gloves on her free flowing flabrolls, and have her agitate like a washing machine. The one-two-three-four-five-six punch combo is going to turn your face into a really impressive piece of abstract art. I'm gonna put that shit on EBAY and then donate the cayshe to the NAACP. Then I'll swipe your checkbook, sign a check for all you're worth, and let BSmack hang onto it and see what happens.
Then I'll get you and LV sauced on some Zimas and make her conceive your children. I'll surgically attach a vagina to her if I have to, FOOL. Then I'll let index adopt your kids and see to it you have zero custody rights, you queef-huffing sack of fuck.
And when you recover from the beating, I'll promptly use a grapefruit spoon to pry holes out of your face, and lead a farm of hungry driver ants inside the delectable fleshy craters. I'll make sure to supply an extra hole in your face so that Alan can bring a friend next time. I'm just a fucking nice guy like that, Stanley.
Then I'll hook you up with a sweet ass cell phone plan with unlimited nights and weekends, stitch the phone to your ear, and put RtS on the other line. When that's done, I'll hole you up like Annie in Misery, pin your eyelids open, and make you watch a 72 marathon of Two And a Half Men. Take that, motherfucker!
