yo, Magus here....

Moskovitz and Baccellieri are for real

That’s pretty much the perfect example of Lawful Evil if I’ve ever seen one right there...

Yeah, please fuck off forever. I’ve lived through catastrophic natural disasters. People need to eat and drink clean water. Christ, go jerk yourself off with Atlas Shrugged again, you wretched piece of shit.

Go directly to hell, you absolute nightmare of a person.

Yeah, but for a lower price, are you getting the same amount of smug superiority?

The most bizarre aspect of the incident that based on every account, Sexy Star had zero beef with Rosemary. All the heat seems to be between her, Taya Valkyrie, whose championship she kind of got through bizarre actions, and Mari Apache, who is currently in Japan, but due to return soon.

Interesting theory:

And Dilaudid is the hardest shit listed there.

Jesus Christ, I’m a lifelong Bills fan and even I found J’s story depressing. I’m sorry man. Find a therapist.

I want to know what kind of danger he’s exposing himself to for his job as an engineer at Google. Obviously, not getting to be openly sexist and racist at work has been difficult for him, but I wouldn’t say that’s “danger.” 

“You’re comment is responding to no one. You literally came here to complain about things that had not yet been said...” 

Nope. Didnt complain about anyone. Please read the comment. All I said that he had a good point that people don’t allow discussion anymore that they disagree with. Are you trying to disagree with that? That’s fine. You don’t have to agree with it. But your entire comments pretty much back up what I said. There was…

The fact that you think anything I said is an attack is exactly the problem. You wrote that whole comment and I don’t even know if you meant to reply to me at this point.

Welp, this is gonna be a fun commment’s section.

Those are some big bombs, but nothing compared to the Punjabi Prison match at Battleground

Bring on Brock Lesnar. Nothing else interests me.

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.