Would anyone like some verbal harassment?
 

My frustration grows like crabgrass, in fenway park...unwanted and unchecked.

My delerium spreads like crabs on the ass of an iranian whore...gleefully and in wreckless abandon.

The dark cloud shakes my hand and says, "You again", and thus we dance...


May I abuse you? Wilt thou abuseth me?

See FUDWM Kman.

Abuse me more, I like it.

I shant interfere in yours and kman's flirtations...



Sly_Rj,

Might we exchange abuse...I too feel the need for a lashing or 5...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!


This aneurysm is killing me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is probably a sign of getting older as I am developing a certain amount of compassion for my fellow man, especially those with only half a brain (and bimbo's). I am sorry I just cannot bring myself to abuse you and I feel shame for taking advantage of bimbo's even though they have fullsized small brains.

No soup for you. Next!

-=HOAX=- is a cum sucking, cow fucking, midgit licking, shit eating, pussy hating, cock loving, Muslim extremist, vegetarian, piss drinking, Arabian whore!

Oh wait, you wanted abuse, not compliments. Hmm...

Yes I am sure that your sense of compassion is beginning to kick in after the ruthless mind fuck and reprogramming the army gave you begins to fade with the years of stifled youth and squandered creativity.


LET THE GAMES BEGIN!

Sly,

Your worthless attempts at abuse utterly disgust me. May the shame you bring your family drive them to murder you in the cold darkness of your lonely bedroom.

May your disused crotch suffer the blows of your brethrens axes, pitchforks, and hoes....for they are peasants and farmers at most and crank smoking trailer waste at least.

Hmm... I must admit, my level of verbal abuse does not even begin compare to your level, oh master. Please, oh wise one, teach me the way. Teach me... how to abuse!

Well my cactus...it is not an easy chore...

it takes a firm grasp of the english language and the ability to reach deep down and grab a touch of the darkest, most reviled piece of your soul and serve it up on a silver platter, with white roses and those little cheese filled snack sausages..

aaahahahaha, indeed, drugs can fuck you up !

So... how much beer do I need?

I've functioned better on the most debilitating of drugs, in combination even...but nothing brings out the psych ward escapee in my like a lethal cocktail of boredom, frustration, and the tender urge to skull fuck my coworkers...

Give in to hate ! Release your anger !


join the dark side

*pant* *pant* Dude...skull fucking is awesome...you gotta try that shit...*pant* *pant*

*sigh*