I'm better than Superman. He's just a cunt.... in underpants.
I'd like to tell you what a wonderful person you are. But that would make me a septic gash of a cunt who quite frankly had no concept of right or wrong.

I'd rather peel off my skin and bathe my weeping raw flesh in a bath of vinegar than spend any time with you. But that's just my opinion. Don't take it personally.

You know, you're not some precious flower. And if you were I'd be a weed and grow next to you and choke you to fucking death!... Love you!

Now fuck off and let me bask in the glory of being me.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 9 Jan 2010, 17:35, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Haha, edgy AND cool !

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 17:39, Reply)

By the way, washing in rose water doesn't stop you smelling like a piece of shit.
Since when did my underwear look good on you? Take it off. Take it off your face.

Wait... wait... I know what it feels like to be like you: Shit.

I've got two things to say to you: fuck and off. Capish?

Well if I'm the douchebag, you're the contents, Titfuck!

Yah, I can't believe in God when I'm THIS good. I've got a badger, a dog, a cat, and a sack. Now that I've got 'em you can fuck off. All mine.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 9 Jan 2010, 17:47, Reply)

Oh man, such harsh words !

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 17:52, Reply)

I love you! No I didn't say it I didn't say it I didn't say it. I coughed.... MMM-hmmm, coughed.
My brother calls you a cunt. Not me. I didn't do it. My BROTHER did.

Elephant trunks should be used for elephant things only. Nothing else.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sat 9 Jan 2010, 17:58, Reply)

I don't really think I can be friends with someone who threatens to throw a puppy and kitten into a sack, then drop them from a fifty footbridge, only to realise it's low tide and there is no water.
And then thinks to themselves "Oh well, they're dead, nothing I can do", but they're not dead, they could survive as you whistle your marry song down the road, nobody else can hear the crys from the poor kitten and puppies, nobody can hear their pleeds, as pain turns to hunger and hunger turns back to pain, eventually leading to a prolonged agonising death.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 18:07, Reply)

Finished !

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 19:03, Reply)

Ok then

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 19:03, Reply)

yay

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 19:03, Reply)

REally

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 19:03, Reply)