Yeah, you heard me right. Fuck you all. With a stick. A large stick. A stick that makes all other sticks stand up and say “fuck me, that’s a large stick!”
I want you to yell at me, scream at me, coerce me into doing sinful things with members of the animal kingdom. I want you to explain to me why you’re annoyed with me…in detail. And I don’t want no smary ass answers like “you suck” or “your breath stinks.” because you’re so fucking unoriginal you couldn’t make pizza.
I want to know why you hate me. Why you loathe me. Why you are mixed with 50% fear and 49% jealousy with 1% mixed between persperation and apathy.
I want to know why none of you have offered you bodies to me, your saten devil master. No, not satin. For I have no fiber count nor am I silky smooth.
Notice I’ve used no Monty Python references in this entire thread. That’s how good I am at bullshitting my way through an improv thread.
So moderators, administrators, romans friends and countrymen alike, I apologize. For everyone else, you can take a long walk off a short walking area.
I never understood the flame me, pit me, call me your bitch threads. If being insulted gives you some sort of validation that you so desire, doesn’t that make you a troll? A direct, easy to spot one, but one none the less.
Ender, I might be able to create some animosity for you, but it would primarily rotate around insults about the flatness of your chosen state. However, considering the altitudinous properties of my locale, it would compare to a soot darkened cooking receptacle accusing another soot darkened cooking receptacle of being particularly non-reflective.
