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I will triumph in the end. But he's still a worthless piece of shit.

I've had it with scottpiss i'm close to blowin my cork with that asshole i'm fucking serious

fuck youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

you goddamn computer twats are thick as a brick bet mommy dressed y'all too, didn't she? FUCK YOU COCKBITERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

well duh!!!!! that was fucking obvious doooooooooooooooood. fuck

Jesus Christ, ScottpEE You are the most massive LOSER I've ever known of. If I were you I'd blow my fucking brains out because I couldn't stand living with myself. You miserable fucking twat. Don't answer my posts anymore, you fucking bum out my day just seeing your piece of fucking shit name. I hate your goddamn guts.

"It is with heavy heart that I must pass on the following news. Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died today of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs.Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Little Debbie and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes." WRITTEN BY SOME FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT MOTHERFUCKER CUNT BITCH, NOT ME - OKAY SCOTTPISSHEAD AND YOU OTHER COMPUTER GEEK SORRY COCKSUCKERS??????????????????????

josh, go change yur diaper and quit sucking that thumb

Cat turd pee what a perfect name

dfa's on your dog dick

havin' a bad day?

sounds like a Screaming Sphincter snaffle recipe

flash, go suck the shit off your finger

he could've eaten his arm if he was that hungry

cum guzzlin' rump rangers

boy howdy do i agree guinness is overpriced piss water

true. tim's chips kick

Why buy that fancy shit in the first place? Ruffles, clam dip and PBR for this pilgrim. During football season it's lil' smokies in a blanket and double fudge layer cake from costco.

tramp

served in spades

Charlie's cool - watchu talkin' bout, Willis?

are you nukin futZ? suk it

the french are dog shit i spit on their wimmin

A young blonde woman is distraught because she fears her husband is having an affair, so she goes to a gun shop and buys a handgun. The next day she comes home to find her husband kissing a beautiful redhead. She grabs the gun and holds it to her own head. The husband jumps up, begging and pleading with her not to shoot herself. Hysterically the blonde responds to the husband, "Shut up...you're next!"

Her words were all I had to get me through those lonely nights. She told me she had never met anyone like me before, and unless she did not know her own heart, our relationship had the makings of true love. I told her I'd never been in love before, but asked her if she would show me the way. I also wrote her that if my feelings got any stronger, my heart was going to burst. So she set up a time and place for the two of us to meet. For two weeks, I could think of nothing else. When the day finally came, I blew her off. You can never tell with e-mail. For all I knew, she could have been a guy.