Take Thee To The Gallow

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Take thee to the gallow
This fine fellow

Place his head in the noose
Tighten the thread
Lest it becomes loose

Fine young man
Is there a last confess

“Yes, I profess if I can”

“42years I have shed and bled
It’s taken it’s toil
On this old weathered head”

“The man in the mirror is becoming a bore
Tasteless/faceless
My admission of this imposition
Is no longer something I can ignore”

Therefore, I implore
To be so obtuse
As to demand, to introduce this noose”

Act accordingly, and suffer with pride
It’s only the chronological nano’s taking a ride

Farewell fellow
Hallow by thy shame

He will see you on the other side…….

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3758]

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.

Nice.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.
Nice.

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.
Nice.

You are obviously a specimen who has experience with wearing a noose.

[SpiderHerderParticipant 3758]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.Nice.

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.Nice.

You are obviously a specimen who has experience with wearing a noose.

Ooooh. Love the double entendre.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

SpiderHerder wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.Nice.

SpiderHerder wrote:

In 5 seconds, I’m transported to another world.Nice.

You are obviously a specimen who has experience with wearing a noose.

Ooooh. Love the double entendre.

Single entry for me pal. In and out, that’s what it’s all about.

[Branched offParticipant 10926]

Colin is feeling all Christmassy it seems.

Have a good one mate.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

Colin is feeling all Christmassy it seems.
Have a good one mate.

Christmas is done and past. At bloody last!
No more till next year. Say a loud cheer!

Just that bloody New Year cobblers to deal with.

Think I will join Herm over at Missie B’s.

[Branched offParticipant 10926]

Maybe I will come with you to see Hermit. I used Christmas to do the yank hunter education course that is mandatory for hunting in most US states (in some one is old enough for them not to make you do it -because you have enough incurable bad habits already?). The course was quite interesting and I learned a bit about how things are organised over in the US that I didn’t know before, also a lot of stuff about how to climb into tree stands like they are dangerous mountain faces which seemed a bit gay but overall it was a nice thing to have done at a quite moment. So now I can buy an American hunting license. So you never know …

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Branched off wrote:

Maybe I will come with you to see Hermit. I used Christmas to do the yank hunter education course that is mandatory for hunting in most US states (in some one is old enough for them not to make you do it -because you have enough incurable bad habits already?). The course was quite interesting and I learned a bit about how things are organised over in the US that I didn’t know before, also a lot of stuff about how to climb into tree stands like they are dangerous mountain faces which seemed a bit gay but overall it was a nice thing to have done at a quite moment. So now I can buy an American hunting license. So you never know …

Could you live in goon town though?

Imagine that, “Have a nice day” cobblers everyday.

You and Worm playing with guns, whilst I get the runs(from too much tumbleweed pie).

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Maybe I will come with you to see Hermit. I used Christmas to do the yank hunter education course that is mandatory for hunting in most US states (in some one is old enough for them not to make you do it -because you have enough incurable bad habits already?). The course was quite interesting and I learned a bit about how things are organised over in the US that I didn’t know before, also a lot of stuff about how to climb into tree stands like they are dangerous mountain faces which seemed a bit gay but overall it was a nice thing to have done at a quite moment. So now I can buy an American hunting license. So you never know …

I took the hunter ed course and then never have went hunting since. I took it just in case I were to ever want to hunt. I miss quail hunting with my dad when I was very young. Getting up before the sunrise and having a hot breakfast before heading out with the birddog, feeling the frost covered ground crunch beneath my feet, the smell of the shotgun………….then the dog freezes on point, my dad and I slowly approach, the dog flushes the birds out, the sound of the feathers as their wings furiously beat the air, the blast of the shotguns, watching the quail fall from the sky and the well experienced dog brings back the birds. Ah, what memories.

You talk as if you and Colin coming over here is going to be a real actual happening. What kind of hunting would you want to do if you were to come here, white tail deer? If that’s the case, all you’d need to do is sit in my house and wait for them to wander through the yard and poke the barrel of the rifle through the window. If I really enjoyed the taste of venison, I’d rarely have to buy groceries as my freezer would always be stuffed with fresh kills from my yard. I don’t mind deer meat, but I’m more partial to beef, pork and chicken. The deer is probably better for you, but it just isn’t worth it to me to do all that processing and I’m not going to pay someone else to do it.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Maybe I will come with you to see Hermit. I used Christmas to do the yank hunter education course that is mandatory for hunting in most US states (in some one is old enough for them not to make you do it -because you have enough incurable bad habits already?). The course was quite interesting and I learned a bit about how things are organised over in the US that I didn’t know before, also a lot of stuff about how to climb into tree stands like they are dangerous mountain faces which seemed a bit gay but overall it was a nice thing to have done at a quite moment. So now I can buy an American hunting license. So you never know …

I took the hunter ed course and then never have went hunting since. I took it just in case I were to ever want to hunt. I miss quail hunting with my dad when I was very young. Getting up before the sunrise and having a hot breakfast before heading out with the birddog, feeling the frost covered ground crunch beneath my feet, the smell of the shotgun………….then the dog freezes on point, my dad and I slowly approach, the dog flushes the birds out, the sound of the feathers as their wings furiously beat the air, the blast of the shotguns, watching the quail fall from the sky and the well experienced dog brings back the birds. Ah, what memories.
You talk as if you and Colin coming over here is going to be a real actual happening. What kind of hunting would you want to do if you were to come here, white tail deer? If that’s the case, all you’d need to do is sit in my house and wait for them to wander through the yard and poke the barrel of the rifle through the window. If I really enjoyed the taste of venison, I’d rarely have to buy groceries as my freezer would always be stuffed with fresh kills from my yard. I don’t mind deer meat, but I’m more partial to beef, pork and chicken. The deer is probably better for you, but it just isn’t worth it to me to do all that processing and I’m not going to pay someone else to do it.

I’ve just this minute finished wiping the last tear. I thought I’d lost you forever you waddling pile of ordure.

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

Maybe I will come with you to see Hermit. I used Christmas to do the yank hunter education course that is mandatory for hunting in most US states (in some one is old enough for them not to make you do it -because you have enough incurable bad habits already?). The course was quite interesting and I learned a bit about how things are organised over in the US that I didn’t know before, also a lot of stuff about how to climb into tree stands like they are dangerous mountain faces which seemed a bit gay but overall it was a nice thing to have done at a quite moment. So now I can buy an American hunting license. So you never know …

I took the hunter ed course and then never have went hunting since. I took it just in case I were to ever want to hunt. I miss quail hunting with my dad when I was very young. Getting up before the sunrise and having a hot breakfast before heading out with the birddog, feeling the frost covered ground crunch beneath my feet, the smell of the shotgun………….then the dog freezes on point, my dad and I slowly approach, the dog flushes the birds out, the sound of the feathers as their wings furiously beat the air, the blast of the shotguns, watching the quail fall from the sky and the well experienced dog brings back the birds. Ah, what memories.You talk as if you and Colin coming over here is going to be a real actual happening. What kind of hunting would you want to do if you were to come here, white tail deer? If that’s the case, all you’d need to do is sit in my house and wait for them to wander through the yard and poke the barrel of the rifle through the window. If I really enjoyed the taste of venison, I’d rarely have to buy groceries as my freezer would always be stuffed with fresh kills from my yard. I don’t mind deer meat, but I’m more partial to beef, pork and chicken. The deer is probably better for you, but it just isn’t worth it to me to do all that processing and I’m not going to pay someone else to do it.

I’ve just this minute finished wiping the last tear. I thought I’d lost you forever you waddling pile of ordure.

I’m sure you actually did miss me. You need someone like me to tell you the harsh, disgusting truths about yourself. You know I won’t hold back and the only thing I’ll keep from you is my geographical location. Your attempts to get me to disclose this information have been amusing. Now, get on with your usual freakish performance, you creepy failed science experiment.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Branched offParticipant 10926]

Good to see you back Hermit. I hope your break was pleasant and you return to work was as good as such things can be. I went back to work today, it rained for a couple of hours and for the first time in two weeks I feel cold in the evening (because I got cold and wet in the day). Work is a bummer and it takes it out of me. I am starting to think that I need to get a better job for a middle aged man.

I have seen so many whitetail hunting videos that I would certainly like to actually put my hands on one, one of these days. I am also drawn to the things you can do in America that you can’t do in the UK. Hunting on public land would be great (probably sounds crazy to you I know) but here every scrap of land is owned by someone and no one can just buy a hunting permit and go and get an animal. You don’t need a permit to hunt here and there are no bag limits BUT you can only hunt on your own land (if you own the hunting rights), on land where you have rented or bought the hunting rights and on land where the owner or lessee of the rights has given you permission. You will also have to convince the government to let you own a gun (on a five year renewable certificate) which is not always easy. (Maybe you can see now why so few people hunt here). This means that you are either paying a lot of money to hunt wild animals, you own land or you have taken the time to be accepted into a rural community (which is hard in the first generation, even today). I have never yet paid to hunt but I am in a minority and there are only small patches that I am allowed to hunt on. To just head up into the hills and hunt is a fantasy for me. Then you also have bears, moose and mountain lions in your country and you are allowed to hunt with bows and arrows (which we have been banned from since the 60’s because obviously our ignorant barbaric ancestors were getting it all wrong and we need to be more enlightened like our liberal masters).

Sounds like you had a great childhood with your dad Hermit.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

Good to see you back Hermit. I hope your break was pleasant and you return to work was as good as such things can be. I went back to work today, it rained for a couple of hours and for the first time in two weeks I feel cold in the evening (because I got cold and wet in the day). Work is a bummer and it takes it out of me. I am starting to think that I need to get a better job for a middle aged man.
I have seen so many whitetail hunting videos that I would certainly like to actually put my hands on one, one of these days. I am also drawn to the things you can do in America that you can’t do in the UK. Hunting on public land would be great (probably sounds crazy to you I know) but here every scrap of land is owned by someone and no one can just buy a hunting permit and go and get an animal. You don’t need a permit to hunt here and there are no bag limits BUT you can only hunt on your own land (if you own the hunting rights), on land where you have rented or bought the hunting rights and on land where the owner or lessee of the rights has given you permission. You will also have to convince the government to let you own a gun (on a five year renewable certificate) which is not always easy. (Maybe you can see now why so few people hunt here). This means that you are either paying a lot of money to hunt wild animals, you own land or you have taken the time to be accepted into a rural community (which is hard in the first generation, even today). I have never yet paid to hunt but I am in a minority and there are only small patches that I am allowed to hunt on. To just head up into the hills and hunt is a fantasy for me. Then you also have bears, moose and mountain lions in your country and you are allowed to hunt with bows and arrows (which we have been banned from since the 60’s because obviously our ignorant barbaric ancestors were getting it all wrong and we need to be more enlightened like our liberal masters).
Sounds like you had a great childhood with your dad Hermit.

I’m sure there may be some public land around here to hunt on, but I wouldn’t know where that is. Any hunting I’ve ever done was always on the land of family or friends. However, like I mentioned, I have plenty of deer on my small plot of land and you’d not have to pay to “hunt” them. I’m sure you’d prefer the “real hunting experience”, so if you’d rather not sit in my house to wait for them, you could sit out in the woods and wait for them there. I’d loan you a chair. You wouldn’t need to fuss with putting a stand in a tree and all that like I used to have to do long ago. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve had them walk up on me while I was out on the back deck grilling, so I’m sure if you just sit there somewhere in or near the trees and remained still, you’d easily see one walking up on you…..well I’m sure you’d hear it first.

I’ve had a lot of deer hunters tell me that it’s just too easy and boring to hunt deer with rifles around here. Many of them prefer the challenge of bow hunting.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Branched offParticipant 10926]

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.

I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

A woman is like fire -fun to play with, can warm you through and cook your food, needs constant feeding, can burn you and consume all you own

[HermitParticipant]

Branched off wrote:

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.
I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

It just depends on their habits and such. Sometimes, a day or two will pass when I don’t see even one, but of course that could be just because I wasn’t home at the right time. Most of the time, I’ll see them every day, at various times of day. Not sure that they love the place in which I live, but more like, this area is just lousy with deer and other wildlife like turkey and foxes and rabbits and squirrel. When I first moved here, I was seeing a lot of turkey. Could be guaranteed to see one flying up to roost in a tree every night. One time I had a turkey hanging around with 3 little ones following her all over. These days, I haven’t even heard any in the woods. Don’t know about their habits of moving around, but they have been gone for a while now. Maybe they’ll come back one day, I hope.

If I wasn’t so lazy and not wanting to butcher the things, I’d probably be eating venison all the time. I have so many around me, I could literally live on them and save a ton of money not buying other meat.

You are welcome to come watch and maybe even hunt my deer, but you need to get to know Colin and let me know if he’s really alright for face to face confrontation. I’ve a feeling I may not want him around trying to recite sickening poetry to my wildlife.

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

It just depends on their habits and such. Sometimes, a day or two will pass when I don’t see even one, but of course that could be just because I wasn’t home at the right time. Most of the time, I’ll see them every day, at various times of day. Not sure that they love the place in which I live, but more like, this area is just lousy with deer and other wildlife like turkey and foxes and rabbits and squirrel. When I first moved here, I was seeing a lot of turkey. Could be guaranteed to see one flying up to roost in a tree every night. One time I had a turkey hanging around with 3 little ones following her all over. These days, I haven’t even heard any in the woods. Don’t know about their habits of moving around, but they have been gone for a while now. Maybe they’ll come back one day, I hope.
If I wasn’t so lazy and not wanting to butcher the things, I’d probably be eating venison all the time. I have so many around me, I could literally live on them and save a ton of money not buying other meat.
You are welcome to come watch and maybe even hunt my deer, but you need to get to know Colin and let me know if he’s really alright for face to face confrontation. I’ve a feeling I may not want him around trying to recite sickening poetry to my wildlife.

I can’t wait to come over for our long anticipated boxing match.
Mr Branch won’t even have to referee as I am a one punch knockout specialist.

“Onion ring, onion ring, onion ring”
“Round belly”
LMAO!!!

The only thing you can box is fruit at Harvest Moon Natural Foods, Olathe, KS

[HermitParticipant]

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

It just depends on their habits and such. Sometimes, a day or two will pass when I don’t see even one, but of course that could be just because I wasn’t home at the right time. Most of the time, I’ll see them every day, at various times of day. Not sure that they love the place in which I live, but more like, this area is just lousy with deer and other wildlife like turkey and foxes and rabbits and squirrel. When I first moved here, I was seeing a lot of turkey. Could be guaranteed to see one flying up to roost in a tree every night. One time I had a turkey hanging around with 3 little ones following her all over. These days, I haven’t even heard any in the woods. Don’t know about their habits of moving around, but they have been gone for a while now. Maybe they’ll come back one day, I hope.If I wasn’t so lazy and not wanting to butcher the things, I’d probably be eating venison all the time. I have so many around me, I could literally live on them and save a ton of money not buying other meat.You are welcome to come watch and maybe even hunt my deer, but you need to get to know Colin and let me know if he’s really alright for face to face confrontation. I’ve a feeling I may not want him around trying to recite sickening poetry to my wildlife.

I can’t wait to come over for our long anticipated boxing match.Mr Branch won’t even have to referee as I am a one punch knockout specialist.
“Onion ring, onion ring, onion ring”“Round belly”LMAO!!!
The only thing you can box is fruit at Harvest Moon Natural Foods, Olathe, KS

You are a retarded, fukked up motherfukker. You are not invited to my country even, let alone my state. We don’t tolerate weirdos like you where I live.

Olathe now, huh? What happens when you’ve picked every town and city along the state border and still have not found me? You will never even be able to see the tiny village I live nearby. Because it’s so small, you have to know where it is and zoom in very close. In the area where I live, there are places that used to be towns, but are no longer, yet the area still shows the old town’s name on the map. However it’s just a few houses relatively close together and hasn’t been a town in over 50 years.

Branch can come visit me, but not if he drags your miserable, freakish, ginger ass with him. He is not welcome traveling with the likes of you.

This is you, isn’t it?

The evil in women’s hearts leaves them no moral bounds as to inhibit them from descending to the lowest levels of darkness to acquire their self entitled desires.

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

It just depends on their habits and such. Sometimes, a day or two will pass when I don’t see even one, but of course that could be just because I wasn’t home at the right time. Most of the time, I’ll see them every day, at various times of day. Not sure that they love the place in which I live, but more like, this area is just lousy with deer and other wildlife like turkey and foxes and rabbits and squirrel. When I first moved here, I was seeing a lot of turkey. Could be guaranteed to see one flying up to roost in a tree every night. One time I had a turkey hanging around with 3 little ones following her all over. These days, I haven’t even heard any in the woods. Don’t know about their habits of moving around, but they have been gone for a while now. Maybe they’ll come back one day, I hope.If I wasn’t so lazy and not wanting to butcher the things, I’d probably be eating venison all the time. I have so many around me, I could literally live on them and save a ton of money not buying other meat.You are welcome to come watch and maybe even hunt my deer, but you need to get to know Colin and let me know if he’s really alright for face to face confrontation. I’ve a feeling I may not want him around trying to recite sickening poetry to my wildlife.

I can’t wait to come over for our long anticipated boxing match.Mr Branch won’t even have to referee as I am a one punch knockout specialist.“Onion ring, onion ring, onion ring”“Round belly”LMAO!!!The only thing you can box is fruit at Harvest Moon Natural Foods, Olathe, KS

You are a retarded, fukked up motherfukker. You are not invited to my country even, let alone my state. We don’t tolerate weirdos like you where I live.
Olathe now, huh? What happens when you’ve picked every town and city along the state border and still have not found me? You will never even be able to see the tiny village I live nearby. Because it’s so small, you have to know where it is and zoom in very close. In the area where I live, there are places that used to be towns, but are no longer, yet the area still shows the old town’s name on the map. However it’s just a few houses relatively close together and hasn’t been a town in over 50 years.
Branch can come visit me, but not if he drags your miserable, freakish, ginger ass with him. He is not welcome traveling with the likes of you.
This is you, isn’t it?

[Colin Combover in a ComaParticipant 5066]

Hermit wrote:

Colin Combover in a Coma wrote:

Hermit wrote:

Branched off wrote:

It sounds like you live in a place the deer love Hermit. When Colin and I do come over one day, maybe you will let us sit and watch your whitetails.I know what you mean about venison not being the tastiest meat but it is free and good for you, so since I have lived without a live in woman I have been eating it about 3 times a week. I too prefer beef and pork for the taste (and maybe also the fat content). It makes me wonder if that is what I grew up with, so I like it best? African pastoralists tell me that Western meat (which has walked very little and eaten a great deal) tastes of very little and they actually prefer venison. I have also noticed with vension that there is a strange way that scarcity makes a thing become “good”. My friends saved joints I gave them for Christmas, boxing day and new year’s day, while I had turkey.

It just depends on their habits and such. Sometimes, a day or two will pass when I don’t see even one, but of course that could be just because I wasn’t home at the right time. Most of the time, I’ll see them every day, at various times of day. Not sure that they love the place in which I live, but more like, this area is just lousy with deer and other wildlife like turkey and foxes and rabbits and squirrel. When I first moved here, I was seeing a lot of turkey. Could be guaranteed to see one flying up to roost in a tree every night. One time I had a turkey hanging around with 3 little ones following her all over. These days, I haven’t even heard any in the woods. Don’t know about their habits of moving around, but they have been gone for a while now. Maybe they’ll come back one day, I hope.If I wasn’t so lazy and not wanting to butcher the things, I’d probably be eating venison all the time. I have so many around me, I could literally live on them and save a ton of money not buying other meat.You are welcome to come watch and maybe even hunt my deer, but you need to get to know Colin and let me know if he’s really alright for face to face confrontation. I’ve a feeling I may not want him around trying to recite sickening poetry to my wildlife.

I can’t wait to come over for our long anticipated boxing match.Mr Branch won’t even have to referee as I am a one punch knockout specialist.“Onion ring, onion ring, onion ring”“Round belly”LMAO!!!The only thing you can box is fruit at Harvest Moon Natural Foods, Olathe, KS

You are a retarded, fukked up motherfukker. You are not invited to my country even, let alone my state. We don’t tolerate weirdos like you where I live.
Olathe now, huh? What happens when you’ve picked every town and city along the state border and still have not found me? You will never even be able to see the tiny village I live nearby. Because it’s so small, you have to know where it is and zoom in very close. In the area where I live, there are places that used to be towns, but are no longer, yet the area still shows the old town’s name on the map. However it’s just a few houses relatively close together and hasn’t been a town in over 50 years.
Branch can come visit me, but not if he drags your miserable, freakish, ginger ass with him. He is not welcome traveling with the likes of you.
This is you, isn’t it?

No, I’m not as distinguished as him. I have no follicles remember……sponge brain.

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