Actually RayJay what I miss are our little chats. You constantly amaze me with your ability to see the keyboard while you keep your melon head firmly lodged in your own ass crack.
It's an amazing talent.
Maybe you should change the name of your vanity project to Rump Rat.
By the way RayJay I'm pretty sure that pussies don't like you very much either.
Actually RayJay what I miss are our little chats. You constantly amaze me with your ability to see the keyboard while you keep your melon head firmly lodged in your own ass crack.
It's an amazing talent.
Maybe you should change the name of your vanity project to Rump Rat.
By the way RayJay I'm pretty sure that pussies don't like you very much either.
You, on the other hand, come off as a human ouroboros worm with your asshole playing the mouth part and your head emoting the tail part.
Oh who am I kidding? Your insult, if that's what it was, is literally the most inept attempt at an insult that I think I've ever seen anywhere.
Did dad spend in inordinate amount of time dropping you on your head when you were a wee Remington?
Take some advice, that new career as a professional heckler you're eying up is evidently far outside your wheelhouse, so don't quit your day job.
Otherwise it was a pleasure discovering that you've finally mastered the Emoji School of Public Discourse. You seem like such a fascinating emoji ninja I seriously regret that I have to move on. Not to worry though, I will treasure every moment we've shared.
In quieter moments I may even think of you and touch myself.
Amazing. That something like this actually Exist. Simply amazing. Oh well. I guess in every locale, it has to have one that stands out as the one in high school that wound up getting voted, тАЬmost likely to fail in life.тАЭ
And then, it proceeded to not only follow through with the prophetic prophecy, The thing wound up blowing the prophecy slap up! It really brings a whole new meaning to the term, sinking to a new low, to a new low. Such is a failed life. And it still hasnтАЩt found itтАЩs bottom.
My good man, you've cut to the spiritual core of my addiction. My anemic personality can be traced to the stupefying effects of riboflavin when force fed at the end of a Remington during my formative years.
These days I wander unattended & undiapered through a mesmerizing display of hegemony & capitulation. Doling out droplets of demented dialogue in a dystopian diaspora. It is a veritable exodus from the eugenic euphoria that characterizes so much of the European scale of angular dynamics as seen through the oppressed eyes of the oppressed.
Once, when deeply embedded in a cancerous relationship, I snapped like a twig and floundered like a...well, like a flounder on the quaking shores of unreason. Flapping and groaning as the seeds of miasma coagulated into deep and refined hatred & loathing for all things Remington.
Now that we've attained a level of intimacy unseen since the days of Eden I just want to know if I can call you Gar-Gar? Cutsey terms of endearment often mask mountains of unrequited love.
In that spirit I must move on even though my heart breaks & my bowels loosen. I will treasure our time together. If I may I would like to reuse your leg emojis as a sort of personal calling card.
I have no idea what you are talking about. This is maybe the third thread I have ever commented on. So not only do I have no idea who you are or what you're talking about, but I don't give a flying fuck either. Whatever you are angry about this morning, I'm not willing to be your punching bag. I try not to waste my time with small minds or angry little men.
You know what I love most about internet bloggers like you RayJay is the way you come out swinging with your verbal blather & affected tough guy wheeze but when someone swings back your knees quickly buckle as your bladder loosens. You then tantrum ineffectually in mock outrage before scurrying off into the bushes like a...well...like a rump rat.
I see why you're content begging for scraps from a political party that laughs at you behind closed doors. Ineffectual is what you do.
Other than that your intellect is astounding. The way you cut to the crux of the biscuit at the heart of the center of the middle makes my head spin & my heart go all fluttery.
Is it love?
Or is it just a crush?
I will bow to the wisdom of Dan Aykroyd who quite astutely observed
I feel really sorry for you. what a pathetic way to spend your morning. You have personally attacked a random stranger, congratulations. You've proven that you are an online asshole. OK, what's your prize? I don't get the ray J stuff you're saying, I have no idea about most of what you're talking about, your characterization of me is pretty far off and delusional, and irrelevant, and you're a fucking cunt. I don't do Twitter or Facebook because of people like you. Why are you infecting this space with your toxic bullshit? Here's my final word to you.. Bye, bitch.
Actually RayJay what I miss are our little chats. You constantly amaze me with your ability to see the keyboard while you keep your melon head firmly lodged in your own ass crack.
It's an amazing talent.
Maybe you should change the name of your vanity project to Rump Rat.
By the way RayJay I'm pretty sure that pussies don't like you very much either.
You strike me as someone who is coming down and angry that they ran out.
You don't strike as anything at all. A void with legs.
And you come off as being just 2 legs and all one void attached to the, 2 legs. ЁЯж╡ ЁЯж╡
Thanks sunshine.
You, on the other hand, come off as a human ouroboros worm with your asshole playing the mouth part and your head emoting the tail part.
Oh who am I kidding? Your insult, if that's what it was, is literally the most inept attempt at an insult that I think I've ever seen anywhere.
Did dad spend in inordinate amount of time dropping you on your head when you were a wee Remington?
Take some advice, that new career as a professional heckler you're eying up is evidently far outside your wheelhouse, so don't quit your day job.
Otherwise it was a pleasure discovering that you've finally mastered the Emoji School of Public Discourse. You seem like such a fascinating emoji ninja I seriously regret that I have to move on. Not to worry though, I will treasure every moment we've shared.
In quieter moments I may even think of you and touch myself.
Toodles.
Amazing. That something like this actually Exist. Simply amazing. Oh well. I guess in every locale, it has to have one that stands out as the one in high school that wound up getting voted, тАЬmost likely to fail in life.тАЭ
And then, it proceeded to not only follow through with the prophetic prophecy, The thing wound up blowing the prophecy slap up! It really brings a whole new meaning to the term, sinking to a new low, to a new low. Such is a failed life. And it still hasnтАЩt found itтАЩs bottom.
My good man, you've cut to the spiritual core of my addiction. My anemic personality can be traced to the stupefying effects of riboflavin when force fed at the end of a Remington during my formative years.
These days I wander unattended & undiapered through a mesmerizing display of hegemony & capitulation. Doling out droplets of demented dialogue in a dystopian diaspora. It is a veritable exodus from the eugenic euphoria that characterizes so much of the European scale of angular dynamics as seen through the oppressed eyes of the oppressed.
Once, when deeply embedded in a cancerous relationship, I snapped like a twig and floundered like a...well, like a flounder on the quaking shores of unreason. Flapping and groaning as the seeds of miasma coagulated into deep and refined hatred & loathing for all things Remington.
Now that we've attained a level of intimacy unseen since the days of Eden I just want to know if I can call you Gar-Gar? Cutsey terms of endearment often mask mountains of unrequited love.
In that spirit I must move on even though my heart breaks & my bowels loosen. I will treasure our time together. If I may I would like to reuse your leg emojis as a sort of personal calling card.
Until we meet again, I bid you adieu.
I understand that the come down from meth is pretty hard. Try to have a better day.
I have no idea what you are talking about. This is maybe the third thread I have ever commented on. So not only do I have no idea who you are or what you're talking about, but I don't give a flying fuck either. Whatever you are angry about this morning, I'm not willing to be your punching bag. I try not to waste my time with small minds or angry little men.
You know what I love most about internet bloggers like you RayJay is the way you come out swinging with your verbal blather & affected tough guy wheeze but when someone swings back your knees quickly buckle as your bladder loosens. You then tantrum ineffectually in mock outrage before scurrying off into the bushes like a...well...like a rump rat.
I see why you're content begging for scraps from a political party that laughs at you behind closed doors. Ineffectual is what you do.
Other than that your intellect is astounding. The way you cut to the crux of the biscuit at the heart of the center of the middle makes my head spin & my heart go all fluttery.
Is it love?
Or is it just a crush?
I will bow to the wisdom of Dan Aykroyd who quite astutely observed
"RayJay you ignorant slut."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVtZkyBTabQ
Or was it Jane? Oh well... RayJay, Jane, all the same at the end of the day, eh?
I feel really sorry for you. what a pathetic way to spend your morning. You have personally attacked a random stranger, congratulations. You've proven that you are an online asshole. OK, what's your prize? I don't get the ray J stuff you're saying, I have no idea about most of what you're talking about, your characterization of me is pretty far off and delusional, and irrelevant, and you're a fucking cunt. I don't do Twitter or Facebook because of people like you. Why are you infecting this space with your toxic bullshit? Here's my final word to you.. Bye, bitch.
Sticks and stones will break your bones but words will never hurt youтАж
тАжdumbass.