The Forward Faces of Shitty Action Movies.

Winner winner, chicken dinner.

Tshirt idea: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LIFE OR QUALITY OF YOUR BONER.

IT GOES IN THE OTHER END, KATIE!

And yet you're still responding. Sad.

Years from now, you'll look back on these few bytes and never once wonder why you're standing on a chair, putting your neck into a homemade noose tied to a ceiling joist. Goodbye.

And yet, here you are, talking to the only person who will respond. This says more about you than about me.

Gynecologist - I been up inside your mom so much, I felt like getting certified.

WHO?

She needs medical and psychiatric attention, not a "modeling" "career".

Knowingly Guilty -Thinks he's getting off it w/his dad's lawyer - Knowingly Guilty, in that order.

Don't be a dick, you slime-mold.

ABORT. Fail. No 'Retry'.

The Veterans Affairs Bureau of Fast-Food (and vice-versa).

WHO?!?!?!?

"Every Bit Of You Is Perfect From The Bottom To The Top!" BOOOM!

"Dear Internet: PLEASE Kick Me In The Junk From The Moment I Am Found Until I Die."

I must have failed to notice or remember the contractual obligation, implied or otherwise, that requires me to even consider "helping" your or anyone else's point of view within public opinion.

SHUT UP! YOU DON'T EXIST!

Only idiots pray to their imaginary friends and only idiot hypocrites pray to them IN PUBLIC.