To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? Gay. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.
Smash, if Skeet's gone, can I be your lap dog? I need a dominate personality to cling to. I'm like one of those fish you see hanging off a shark's belly. Besides...anything's better than Gbaji or Tot3m.
Smash already has a patsy, his name is Gbaji. You should see him make him do tricks. One line from Smash 100 pages from Gbaji, discredited with one line from smash, prompting 200 pages from Gbaji... and so on and so forth.
Jesus, people! Skeet's ego grows ever bigger with every accusation of a puppet! He'll return from his hiatus and scoff at us all for talking about him incessantly while he was gone.
In other news, I miss Thundra.
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What's bred in the bone will not out of the flesh.