First, take a big step back... and literally, f*** YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down in a Godly f***ing firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the f***ing United Nations and get a f***ing binding resolution to keep me from f***ing destroying you. I'm talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL f*** YOU UP!
*puts up hands...slowly walks backwards out of thread*
Is this @ADAWGWYO driving 2.0 or 3.0?haha definitely just a hiatus, so 2.0. Unless you're talking about BAC then it is zero point zero
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old people driving in a volkswagon!!!!
you can't do ANYTHING without your BALLS
don't talk shit about Total
First of all, Jim, or - excuse me, "********", you waste hours and hours of my time telling me about how you want to "get on" this elisa chick and it pisses you off that she wants nothing to do with you (which is hard for me to listen to because it is annoying as balls to hear your retarded stories), and then you tell me to spread the word that she's a psycho. So I go out of my way, as any good friend would, to back you up and spend hours of my quality time telling everyone to watch out for her and avoid her at any/all shows. And then what do you do? You steal my dying grandma's credit cards and max them out?!!!
I know it was you. I'm the only one with a key to her house, I went there ONCE -- WITH YOU, and I leave you alone in the kitchen (where her credit cards WERE in a mason jar) for five minutes while I'm in the bathroom. Huh, that's weird, I hear from my uncle that somebody stole her cards and maxed them out, and, what-do-you-know, spent over $500 on ticketmaster tickets for Phish concerts! He thought it was me! How dare you! THEN, I calmly ask you about it, 90% sure it was you (10% was reserved for trust in a good friend), and you bawl like a baby, "please believe me, i would never do that.... Man, you don't understand, people always accuse me of stuff I didn't do..." I comfort you, now 75% sure it was you, as you cry like a 5 year-old girl whose dog was just executed in front of her.
So THEN I bump into a mutual friend, who shall remain an anonymous REAL friend, who tells me you bought tickets for him, his girlfriend, and his cousin. Wow! What a great guy you! Were you bawling like a 3 year-old boy who just got circumcised when you gave them the sweet gift?!!!
Who steals from a dying old woman?!!! Answer me that!! I supported you our whole lives! I've always been there for you. Anything you needed, I did for you. You needed a place to crash for a week because you're a waste of a human being and I housed your psychopath, smelly, weird-shaped body. You stunk up my couch and I was happy to let you do it! I'm a real friend. My grandma was so nice to you!
Or, better yet, remember the "big secret" you had me keep since 7th grade when you slept over?! Yeah, how bout I tell everybody about the "big secret"?! A secret I kept for YEARS because THAT'S what good friends do. But, the way you treated my family I guess is your way of telling me we're not friends after all. And people who aren't friends don't have to keep secrets anymore.
So Jimmy, sorry, "********" slept over at my house in 7th grade. While we slept on the floor in my basement, he showed me through his pajamas that he was hard. He said that if i gave him a hand job that he would put my wiener in his mouth. I didn't know right from wrong and felt weird about it, but I was horny and whatever. So I gave him a hand job and then he gave me my first blow job. There, ********, the "big secret" is out! And let me just say "********" is the BIGGEST RED FLAG for your manhood. How are you not driving a monster truck? Your wiener is like a misshapen crayon without a wrapper on it. Believe me, I know. In 7th grade you could've fit 5 of your wieners into mine. And you probably tried while I was sleeping!
So, I'll make a deal with you -- I'll call off the dogs if you change your profile name to "The_New_Born_Retarded_Mouse". Otherwise, I will get people to bring picket signs to shows that say "Gay And Robs Old Ladies" with arrows pointing down and have them stand behind you wherever you are. Wherever. Concession stand. In any line. On top of your car in the parking lot. In the mensroom where you undoubtedly check out the scene.
And don't ever mess with the people I love again, or I will beat the ever-living-piss out of your pussy-ass, douchebag-dressing, lying ass and drag you while you're unconscious into a gay bar and fart on your face bare bottomed. Then I'll leave a sign on your chest that reads "Blow Jobs For Hand Jobs" and I'll leave the bar while the gatrons interpret the message. Then I'll wait by my car until I can hear your familiar sissy-bawls.
You're NOT a true friend or a good person. I don't care if you DID give me a blow job. You made me jerk your stallion's-pinky-toenail-sized-wiener. Then robbed my grandma. Again, DON'T MESS WITH THE PEOPLE I LOVE.
I know it was you. I'm the only one with a key to her house, I went there ONCE -- WITH YOU, and I leave you alone in the kitchen (where her credit cards WERE in a mason jar) for five minutes while I'm in the bathroom. Huh, that's weird, I hear from my uncle that somebody stole her cards and maxed them out, and, what-do-you-know, spent over $500 on ticketmaster tickets for Phish concerts! He thought it was me! How dare you! THEN, I calmly ask you about it, 90% sure it was you (10% was reserved for trust in a good friend), and you bawl like a baby, "please believe me, i would never do that.... Man, you don't understand, people always accuse me of stuff I didn't do..." I comfort you, now 75% sure it was you, as you cry like a 5 year-old girl whose dog was just executed in front of her.
So THEN I bump into a mutual friend, who shall remain an anonymous REAL friend, who tells me you bought tickets for him, his girlfriend, and his cousin. Wow! What a great guy you! Were you bawling like a 3 year-old boy who just got circumcised when you gave them the sweet gift?!!!
Who steals from a dying old woman?!!! Answer me that!! I supported you our whole lives! I've always been there for you. Anything you needed, I did for you. You needed a place to crash for a week because you're a waste of a human being and I housed your psychopath, smelly, weird-shaped body. You stunk up my couch and I was happy to let you do it! I'm a real friend. My grandma was so nice to you!
Or, better yet, remember the "big secret" you had me keep since 7th grade when you slept over?! Yeah, how bout I tell everybody about the "big secret"?! A secret I kept for YEARS because THAT'S what good friends do. But, the way you treated my family I guess is your way of telling me we're not friends after all. And people who aren't friends don't have to keep secrets anymore.
So Jimmy, sorry, "********" slept over at my house in 7th grade. While we slept on the floor in my basement, he showed me through his pajamas that he was hard. He said that if i gave him a hand job that he would put my wiener in his mouth. I didn't know right from wrong and felt weird about it, but I was horny and whatever. So I gave him a hand job and then he gave me my first blow job. There, ********, the "big secret" is out! And let me just say "********" is the BIGGEST RED FLAG for your manhood. How are you not driving a monster truck? Your wiener is like a misshapen crayon without a wrapper on it. Believe me, I know. In 7th grade you could've fit 5 of your wieners into mine. And you probably tried while I was sleeping!
So, I'll make a deal with you -- I'll call off the dogs if you change your profile name to "The_New_Born_Retarded_Mouse". Otherwise, I will get people to bring picket signs to shows that say "Gay And Robs Old Ladies" with arrows pointing down and have them stand behind you wherever you are. Wherever. Concession stand. In any line. On top of your car in the parking lot. In the mensroom where you undoubtedly check out the scene.
And don't ever mess with the people I love again, or I will beat the ever-living-piss out of your pussy-ass, douchebag-dressing, lying ass and drag you while you're unconscious into a gay bar and fart on your face bare bottomed. Then I'll leave a sign on your chest that reads "Blow Jobs For Hand Jobs" and I'll leave the bar while the gatrons interpret the message. Then I'll wait by my car until I can hear your familiar sissy-bawls.
You're NOT a true friend or a good person. I don't care if you DID give me a blow job. You made me jerk your stallion's-pinky-toenail-sized-wiener. Then robbed my grandma. Again, DON'T MESS WITH THE PEOPLE I LOVE.
::fell apart::
@FunkyCFunkyDo said:
@phrisky, dude...Might be the funniest copy and paste I've ever seen. The one about the dude farting in the rude kids face was top notch too.
@careful_w_that_axe_Miller said:
The truth sucksSomebody typed it dude. Just because it wasn't me doesn't mean it isn't still funny.
I probably should have waited until I stopped laughing to think about posting it.
The incident occurred in July in Warren when his wife of 39 years, who was estranged from him, stayed at his place. He offered her $20 for sex, and when she refused he took out his penis and struck her with it, according to the prosecution’s version of events to which he pleaded guilty.
“This was not his normal conduct,” Andrus told Justice Jeffrey Hjelm during the sentencing hearing in Knox County Superior Court
"Want to watch these two kids screw each other?"
"Of course. How much?"
"I think they will perform for 50 cents. Hungry, you know."
"That's the way I like to see them"
Makes me feel sorta like a dirty old man....
(Burroughs)
When I was a senior in high school I went to Florida and ran into Dick Vitale who looked at me and my friends and said, "Spring Break '09 Baby!" which was awesome, then he asked us if we liked his car, which was a Bentley and he said, "My wife baught me that for Xmas. 300 G's Baby!" then he asked if we liked baseball which I said Yes and then he gave me 4 tickets to the Cincinnati Reds Spring training game sitting right on the dugout. He also kinda hit on my mom...For real?
@Purple_Humpback_Whale said:yea true story. My friends and I were walking into a nice Italian restaurant that he happened to be eating at on the front porch and his car was parked on the street right in front. He was eating with ESPN's "The Schwab" from Stump the Schwab if u recall the show. and his wife. He signed an autograph and took some pictures with me and my friends too, it was pretty cool. the usher at the baseball game asked how we got Vitale's seats and we were like uhh, a gift lolWhen I was a senior in high school I went to Florida and ran into Dick Vitale who looked at me and my friends and said, "Spring Break '09 Baby!" which was awesome, then he asked us if we liked his car, which was a Bentley and he said, "My wife baught me that for Xmas. 300 G's Baby!" then he asked if we liked baseball which I said Yes and then he gave me 4 tickets to the Cincinnati Reds Spring training game sitting right on the dugout. He also kinda hit on my mom...For real?
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