No soup for you.
DUCK!
You shall be billed forthwith.
That’ll ruffle some feathers for sure.
Yeah? Pluck you! Pluck you all!!!
20 pages is just not enough.
And twenty-thouand is way to many.
Behold, “The Last Poster,” and despair. The thread may now decease.
probably not gonna last
Might if you give it the little blue pill.
The gift that just keeps on giving.
Merry Fucking Goddamned Christmas.
Same to you.
Damned grumpy-ass catfish, always mucking up everything.
How does one insult a catfish, anyway? I mean, “Eat shit” won’t do it, that’s a standard dinner invitation…
The thread is dead! The thread is dead! Move along, people, nothing to see here.
What was that you were saying…?
Oh my god! The end is near. (here)
This is the end.
My only friend
The end