Your insults carry about as much weight as your brain - negative five pounds. Maybe Orange County can redeem itself by spontaneously combusting and taking you with it.
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Your as weak as you always were typing your sorry verbal attacks. I picture you being a fat, sin filled, cum drinking man sitting at a computer wishing he could stop at the tenth cupcake he's ate today. The smell of sweat and dirt stench fills the one bedroom apartment you live in. The only thing keeping you from a for sure suicide attempt is the attention you feel you get at this forum. Rip that wife beater off and shove that gun in your mouth. Pulling that trigger can only show your true destiny.
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I have a better idea: How about I film you beating the sh*t out of your mother and I'll sell the video to National Geographic's new brutal jungle series? I'll even give you my half of the profits so you can buy that Swedish c*ck pump you've been asking Santa Claus for ever since you realized puberty has ended seven years ago. Then you can swallow turpentine and sprint into a brick wall.
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Is that the best you can do, you ruptured prostate? Insult someone else that is about as important to me as your repeated applications are to the rejection board at Playgirl? How about you pat yourself one more time on the back? But this time strap on some dynamite and put the detonator on your back first.
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How about I reestablish my relationship with your mom? This will mean the usual ass and xxxxx rapings in the room next to yours. I will also add an occasional beating after these rapings. You ask...How would it be any different than a typical weekend visit from me? Not much, other than I'll bring some friends to keep her hips humping between my restroom breaks. This means your sleeping will practically impossible because of her moans of pleasure and screams of rape.
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You seem to be a little frustrated, clubbin. What's the matter? Did Fido tell you your d*ck wasn't big enough for him any more? Did your abused rectum finally swallow your favorite vibrator? I tell you what - I'll send you a picture of my ass; I'll even wax first. You can cut a hole in it where my anus is, tape it to the garbage disposal in your sink, and put your tongue in it. Pretend you're six again and I'm your uncle Larry.
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