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Originally posted by boobmaster
If you want to try to match me in terms of intellect, just name the time and place, asshole. Use any type of measurement you want. I will score higher than you in all of them. I have the degrees, publications, and supporting evidence to back it up. You have nothing but your simple-minded opinion. You are a total fucking idiot. I doubt you even graduated high-school (assuming you are actually old enough).
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OK! You got it Mr. Creepo!
Meet me at the nearest church . . . and we will have a "pray off!"
I will pray that your god blesses you with a sudden (very painful) death to spare you of any more of your hideous life.
I only include the "pain" part of my prayer because it makes me laugh.
You can pray that you won't die a sudden (very painful) death and we will see who wins.
Also, I will need one volunteer to walk up behind Mr. Creepo (Boobmaster) while we are praying, and strike him on the head with a shovel. Continue to beat him with the shovel until he stops breathing. Once he is unconscious, place the blade of the shovel in his mouth and step on it (as though you were digging a hole) and flip the upper half of his head across the church, away from his lifeless body.