Uhhh…Gadfly? You got the wrong gaping maw, there, fella. Methinks you wanted ccwaterback, not Hamlet.
Ssshhhh.
If he pisses off Ham-hocks, we may have something here.
Naw. I think mini-me elvis has left the kitchen. Will be a lot of fun when he gets hungry and goes for the fridge again though. As he will. I’ve been sitting at the back, unnoticed, for quite some time, and am as an uncertified life form, eagerly awaiting my dramatic, but unendorseable, re-entrance into the mindspace of this excerable pissdrinker. Good times.
OK, I’m back. Did you miss me you dimwitted fiddle fucks?
Gone again. HAHA!!!
I’m sorry, Hamlet. If it’s any consolation, your gaping maw is so repugnant that it’s indistinguishable from even the worst of them. By which, of course, I mean ccwaterback’s.
I don’t believe what everybody else says about you… I think you’re cool.
Thank you, thank you very much <-- my best Elvis voice
::yawn::
Well, I don’t mean to brag, but back in high-school, my maw was voted most likely to gape.
I suppose you had wise peers. Wiser than you, anyway. Which isn’t saying much.
Bah! If I did, you’d never go back to hamsters wrapped in duct tape.
You bunch of cheese dick monkey slappers. I can’t leave you alone for 10 minutes can I?
No, it appears not. But do try, anyway.
Snapperhead.
How can we miss you if you won’t go away?
What? “Cheese dick monkey slappers”? What the hell is the meaning of that epithet that you have so mindlessly slathered upon the ravaging hordes that hate and want a piece of you, you rotting heap of garbage. I want to beat on your mother with my shoe, that harlot, for failing to hurl you back into the void upon the first sight of your execrable failure to not exist. You are a stain, my friend.
On your knees bitch.
Why? What are you gonna do, you pervert?
(Apologies to Cheech & Chong).
YOU ENGLISH DOGS!!! I FART IN YOUR GENEREAL DIII-RRECTION!!! IF YOU RETURN I SHALL BE FORCED TO TAUNT YOU A SECOND TIME!!!
I’m so, so sorry…
Fucking Bush. What a fumbling nincompoop.