Fuck you. There are assholes fulfilling their job description that have a more pleasant odor and disposition than the pile of scraped off goat udder slime that balled up to form you.
That belongs in the Elevate! thread.
Youâre just jealous of the Dalai Lama because if you tried to âempty your mindâ youâd end up having a seizure.
(Am I doing this right?)
I trust your opinion on that. Is it hard to type while having one?
You couldnât âdo it rightâ if your genitals were a t-square.
Is this post the equivalent of the Argument Clinic?
Only if the argument clinic was intensely and unnecessarily belligerent and limited to personal attacks, you cigarette stubbed out in the decaf dregs of a Starbucks cup.
Every time I read one of your posts, itâs abuse, you 'vert. I rue the day that I ever wasted a fragment of a moment of a second of the weakest shake of the smallest lambâs tail ever letting the filthy light that touched your comments so much as glance off my retinas.
By the time you were five, your parents had scratched off everything on their bucket list except âLearn how to use a handgunâ.
At least my parents didnât have to get the bucket on lay-away.
At least my parents didnât have to lay someone just to get their bucket.
At least there were people willing to pay my parents for sex instead of running to get the shotgun when they saw them.
Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberriesâŚ
Someone had to do it.
It was; they had an âabuseâ department, you warthog-faced buffoon.
You all sound like a bunch of Trump supporters.
Ouch! You can close the thread now.
If you two fucking fuckers ever did figure out how to empty your âmind bucketsâ youâd be done before you started.
In that vein, I wish for you to have a bowel movement either once every three minutes or once every three months.
I hear the scientists who paid them won an Ig Nobel Prize for their efforts in attempting to explain the horrors they saw without completely losing their sanity, so win-win.