[This post redacted by the power of bovines] The next poster screams disparaging things about people's mothers into the microphone when playing online.
Of course I can't. Truth hurts. Well... truth himself doesn't hurt, but the pain is from lies, that we keep telling for our self, That means we expect anything, except truth. The NP don't understand this gibberish.
I'm here to drink booze and kick ass and I'm all out of asses to kick. (Reference: ) The next poster doesn't want their ass kicked.
Yes, I'd rather you not go sickhouse on my ass. I like my ass, gentlemen. The NP has not seen Venture Bros.
The politically correct term is 'tactical retreat specialist'. The next poster doesn't wanna be friends with me.
*Stabs a knife through your door* But you never returned my calls! The NP deletes their voicemails without even listening to them.
I didn't mean to stab him a thousand times! My hand slipped! I swear! The next poster called the cops on me.
Sorry darling, I just wanna be friends. The next poster did not want to model for my line of camouflage-themed lingerie.
I mean, These things are literally half my size! Your assistant tried to force me into one, and it broke! The next poster tried to force me into a camouflage-themed lingerie.
