I haven't seen people enjoying death and destruction more than you hosebags in a long, long time.
You folks go WAY, WAY out of your way to talk about every catatstrophic event that occurs, as long as it includes someone's death or some mass destruction.
I particularly like the plantive "Why, why.... comments....like you didnt have a clue.
Look hosers. People kill each other often for no damn reason other than to do it. They kill each other, each other's brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers, children, dogs, cats and goldfish.
After that they eat each other's corndogs and cotton candy and dress up in the dead guy's clothes. Thats the story folks. We are fucked up bastards all of us. Evil sons of bitches capable of just about anything.
Actually you folks are such complete fucking wusses that I cannot imagine how you make it from your home to the supermarket without getting mugged. If I saw you walking along, I would certainly come over and take your wallets, your car keys, your girlfriend, your pet lizard and your shoes. I would tie your shoes together and throw them over the nearest high tension wires.
You prancing little ballerinas.
Steve
You folks go WAY, WAY out of your way to talk about every catatstrophic event that occurs, as long as it includes someone's death or some mass destruction.
I particularly like the plantive "Why, why.... comments....like you didnt have a clue.
Look hosers. People kill each other often for no damn reason other than to do it. They kill each other, each other's brothers, sisters, mothers and fathers, children, dogs, cats and goldfish.
After that they eat each other's corndogs and cotton candy and dress up in the dead guy's clothes. Thats the story folks. We are fucked up bastards all of us. Evil sons of bitches capable of just about anything.
Actually you folks are such complete fucking wusses that I cannot imagine how you make it from your home to the supermarket without getting mugged. If I saw you walking along, I would certainly come over and take your wallets, your car keys, your girlfriend, your pet lizard and your shoes. I would tie your shoes together and throw them over the nearest high tension wires.
You prancing little ballerinas.
Steve
