You haven’t made an intellectual argument yet. Nor have I, really, in this bullshit thread.
You haven’t made an intellectual argument yet. Nor have I, really, in this bullshit thread.
Not being a welfare-funded internet-troll, I actually DO have work to get back to.
Hilarious, the unemployed 350 lb ‘tough guy troll’ who dreams he’s the next Stalin, who’s ‘keeping score’ from his mother’s ‘guest bedroom’ in a shit-smeared Section 8 Projects Building, is talking shit about career paths!
Not a conservative, dipshit. You can’t even get your strawmen straight.
You’ve never touched a weapon outside Call of Duty. And I’ll bet you sucked at that.
You should be begging me to kill you, Estabon.
I’d certainly fist your gaping pucker with my 10 gauge Browning. But only after rendering you into a corpse. I’m a jaded soldier, not a blossoming psychopath too afraid to hunt real prey.
You must be the most cripplingly-insecure prison-bitch on this platform. I’m giving you a level chance to pulverize or get pulverized. And you come back with retarded fantasies and obviously-forced smugness.
Its 1500 Eastern Standard, and I’m still waiting on proof of testicles.
Figured. What an absolute cuckholded pansy.
Figures it’d all be blurred out. Check the fist spot I called you out at. Bitch.
Figured. What an absolute cuckholded pansy.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.
It’s going to be even funnier when I’m dismembering you, piece by piece.