CAAAAAAAN YOU FEEEEEEL THE LOOOOOOOOOVE TONIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT...
Poor markb. Now that the Gang of Four have turned Wordforge into a wasteland, he's got to come over here to read interesting posts.
It's cute. You actually think you're winning.![]()
Go ahead and explain how I'm not.
And please do be specific.
I'm ready to be impressed.
Look, cripple fight!
What's that, something like .37 posts a day?
Fuck off, noob.
Lol! Har har har! Killer! Burn!
You sure showed me. Ayup.
It's cute. You actually think you're winning.![]()
Beetus, Beetus. Diabeetus.
Satan arrives at Pandemonium; in full assembly relates, with boasting, his success against Man; instead of applause is entertained with a general hiss by all his audience, transformed, with himself also, suddenly into Serpents, according to his doom given in Paradise; then, deluded with a shew of the Forbidden Tree springing up before them, they, greedily reaching to take of the Fruit, chew dust and bitter ashes.
Hay, kinnAh git wunnem fill-et mig-nawn stakes, make it rayr, an summem masht po-taterz?
As usual you try too hard with the style and YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP!!!
So I guess it's safe to assume you two aren't exchanging xmas cards this year.
At least he hasn't started in with the meth nonsense like the other fucktards.
Yet.
I guess time will tell.