HURGMCGURG
That Guy
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Come sigh along with usThis thread is cursed View attachment 5813
I curse you with turtle.This thread is cursed View attachment 5813
Suspirowhat happened while I was gone
[Note: This is a joke. Please don't ban me.]Sigh.
No gtfo.
[Note: This is a joke. Please don't ban me.]
What is wrong with you?
What have I done to you, for you to act that way to me?
I have done nothing but good acts towards you, and thought we could be friends, but it seems I've finally seen your true skin.
You are a shallow and disruptive soul, who derives joy from taking it from others. The dirt you walk on is dyed green from the bile you are made of. You smell like your dying body will ultimately taste. Your hair has the texture of rotting eggs and your eyes are surrounded by a ring of rust. Your mouth is so dirty from the bs you spew that the flesh itself is decaying waste. If I had a shovel I would need to buy another after I break the first one bashing your skull in. I will ship myself to you with a pizza oven so that on the way there I can bake a scalding pizza to smash on your face. I will crush your bones with a toaster and then dye the bread with you blood. I will hack into your account and get you banned from every single website on the internet.
Consider this a warning. Don't you ever talk to me again if you know what's good for you.
My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.Salabat uwu
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you shit yourself in kindergarten in front of everybody on Sports Day, Zyn. I remember the cries. I remember how the teacher tried to calm you down. She sang the Ultraman theme to make you stop. She forgot to turn off the microphone. It was glorious. Sounds of off-tune singing and piss and shit and farts filled the speakers and the ears of every kid and parent in the stadium. It's seared in my mind, Zyn. You don't scare me. The only thing scarier than you is the combination of piss and shit and farts and the theme song of Ultraman.[Note: This is a joke. Please don't ban me.]
What is wrong with you?
What have I done to you, for you to act that way to me?
I have done nothing but good acts towards you, and thought we could be friends, but it seems I've finally seen your true skin.
You are a shallow and disruptive soul, who derives joy from taking it from others. The dirt you walk on is dyed green from the bile you are made of. You smell like your dying body will ultimately taste. Your hair has the texture of rotting eggs and your eyes are surrounded by a ring of rust. Your mouth is so dirty from the bs you spew that the flesh itself is decaying waste. If I had a shovel I would need to buy another after I break the first one bashing your skull in. I will ship myself to you with a pizza oven so that on the way there I can bake a scalding pizza to smash on your face. I will crush your bones with a toaster and then dye the bread with you blood. I will hack into your account and get you banned from every single website on the internet.
Consider this a warning. Don't you ever talk to me again if you know what's good for you.
you shit yourself in kindergarten in front of everybody on Sports Day, Zyn. I remember the cries. I remember how the teacher tried to calm you down. She sang the Ultraman theme to make you stop. She forgot to turn off the microphone. It was glorious. Sounds of off-tune singing and piss and shit and farts filled the speakers and the ears of every kid and parent in the stadium. It's seared in my mind, Zyn. You don't scare me. The only thing scarier than you is the combination of piss and shit and farts and the theme song of Ultraman.