Listen up cocksuckers, if you’re strung up enough about something to actually put goddamn zeroes and motherfucking ones to this horseshit collection of electrons know as the internet, there’s gotta be some PASSION to your rant, otherwise it sounds like your retarded vagina has a case of butthurt.
Even fucking Clint Smith should be blushing like a damn preacher’s daughter dropping her fucking panties on prom night and Samuel L Jackson should be crying like a baby shitting his own fucking diapers when you’re done vomiting out the bitching, griping, and complaining about whatever it that pisses you off.
Otherwise, your rant is as worthless as a tits on fucking boar hog. I swear y’all sound like a bunch of pansy-ass prima donnas ogling Ron Burgundy’s schwetty ballsack lately.
As you were, ladies.
Even fucking Clint Smith should be blushing like a damn preacher’s daughter dropping her fucking panties on prom night and Samuel L Jackson should be crying like a baby shitting his own fucking diapers when you’re done vomiting out the bitching, griping, and complaining about whatever it that pisses you off.
Otherwise, your rant is as worthless as a tits on fucking boar hog. I swear y’all sound like a bunch of pansy-ass prima donnas ogling Ron Burgundy’s schwetty ballsack lately.
As you were, ladies.
