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Colin Combover in a Coma 1 year, 2 months ago.
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I tell you what me ol c~~~er, this ain’t the season to mess with my Hippocampus. Don’t really want to be spending the holidays looking for a mobile trailer in John Day, Oregon.
You always make me laugh with these posts.
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.
I tell you what me ol c~~~er, this ain’t the season to mess with my Hippocampus. Don’t really want to be spending the holidays looking for a mobile trailer in John Day, Oregon.
You always make me laugh with these posts.
I tell you what me ol c~~~er, this ain’t the season to mess with my Hippocampus. Don’t really want to be spending the holidays looking for a mobile trailer in John Day, Oregon.
You always make me laugh with these posts.
That’s the intention.
Am I getting warmer?Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?
Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?
“Branched off”……..”olive branch”.
Alright clever clogs. More a play on the fact he sides with you when I am berating. Hence, offering you an “olive” branch.
He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face. Your iron fists will do little good against a lead projectile traveling at supersonic speed.
Your boring mate. By the time your arthritic fingers are on the trigger……”ping pow ka ching” Goodnight!
Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?
Olive? That is an interesting one. Why Olive?
“Branched off”……..”olive branch”.
Alright clever clogs. More a play on the fact he sides with you when I am berating. Hence, offering you an “olive” branch.
He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face. Your iron fists will do little good against a lead projectile traveling at supersonic speed.
By the time your arthritic fingers are on the trigger…..”ping pow ka ching”, Goodnight!
That’s the intention. Am I getting warmer?
How would I know? What temperature is your heater set to?
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.
By the time your arthritic fingers are on the trigger…..”ping pow ka ching”, Goodnight!
You have a strange habit of talking about things you know nothing about. I do not have arthritis.
How do you plan to reach me before I pull the trigger? You know, one of the useful things about guns, death at a distance. Unless you can run about 35 yards faster than the speed of sound, you won’t have the chance to draw back for the blow. Now, if I use a rifle, you’ll have to run 200 yards.
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.
That’s the intention. Am I getting warmer?
How would I know? What temperature is your heater set to?
Quite low. Bedsit rooms are usually reasonable small, thus it can on occasion feel slightly claustrophobic.
By the time your arthritic fingers are on the trigger…..”ping pow ka ching”, Goodnight!
You have a strange habit of talking about things you know nothing about. I do not have arthritis.
How do you plan to reach me before I pull the trigger? You know, one of the useful things about guns, death at a distance. Unless you can run about 35 yards faster than the speed of sound, you won’t have the chance to draw back for the blow. Now, if I use a rifle, you’ll have to run 200 yards.[/quoteWhen you see me in my magnificent marrow, your stumpy little digits won’t be able to reach the trigger in time. Thus, I will devastate your corrupted meatsuit and give it the boot with a one punch special.
“He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face.”
While this might not be my exact choice of words, I do have to agree Hermit has sense to like guns. I don’t have to hold out an olive branch to him because I don’t find much to argue with him about. I have always thought that you like to tease people into arguing with you, so occasionally I might oblige you because I like you but Hermit doesn’t seem to enjoy the confrontation like you do, so I don’t argue with him. I would if he became a libtard and threw his guns away and ate soy burgers and apologised for enslaving the world with his white c~~~ but since he does not there has been no problem.
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
If baseball players get athelete’s foot, what do astronauts get?
Missile toe
(Sorry …..)
Ed
When you see me in my magnificent marrow, your stumpy little digits won’t be able to reach the trigger in time. Thus, I will devastate your corrupted meatsuit and give it the boot with a one punch special.
You insist on being full of s~~~, don’t you. BANG! You’re pathetic marrow is no more.
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.
“He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face.”
While this might not be my exact choice of words, I do have to agree Hermit has sense to like guns. I don’t have to hold out an olive branch to him because I don’t find much to argue with him about. I have always thought that you like to tease people into arguing with you, so occasionally I might oblige you because I like you but Hermit doesn’t seem to enjoy the confrontation like you do, so I don’t argue with him. I would if he became a libtard and threw his guns away and ate soy burgers and apologised for enslaving the world with his white c~~~ but since he does not there has been no problem.I like the joking confrontation with most people who are “normal” and have a sense of humor. Colin f~~~s me over with his weirdness, which he also seems to enjoy. I don’t know what you and I would argue about. Give it a go maybe?
LOL No way I could become a soy boy libtard even if I tried. As far as throwing any of my guns away, I can’t even be asked to part with one for money, even if it’s one I never shoot.
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.
“He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face.”
While this might not be my exact choice of words, I do have to agree Hermit has sense to like guns. I don’t have to hold out an olive branch to him because I don’t find much to argue with him about. I have always thought that you like to tease people into arguing with you, so occasionally I might oblige you because I like you but Hermit doesn’t seem to enjoy the confrontation like you do, so I don’t argue with him. I would if he became a libtard and threw his guns away and ate soy burgers and apologised for enslaving the world with his white c~~~ but since he does not there has been no problem.He enjoys the roasting as much as I. I just confound him too much with words that he can’t process.
Anyway, check out my latest sublimity, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”When you see me in my magnificent marrow, your stumpy little digits won’t be able to reach the trigger in time. Thus, I will devastate your corrupted meatsuit and give it the boot with a one punch special.
You insist on being full of s~~~, don’t you. BANG! You’re pathetic marrow is no more.
Yes, and you are full of Soy. Now go and play with your little rifle…..or check out my now sublime creation, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”
“He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face.”While this might not be my exact choice of words, I do have to agree Hermit has sense to like guns. I don’t have to hold out an olive branch to him because I don’t find much to argue with him about. I have always thought that you like to tease people into arguing with you, so occasionally I might oblige you because I like you but Hermit doesn’t seem to enjoy the confrontation like you do, so I don’t argue with him. I would if he became a libtard and threw his guns away and ate soy burgers and apologised for enslaving the world with his white c~~~ but since he does not there has been no problem.
He enjoys the roasting as much as I. I just confound him too much with words that he can’t process. Anyway, check out my latest sublimity, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”
I enjoy the roasting a little more now that you have cut down on the f~~iness, you queer.
Poor Santa. What did he do to you?
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.
When you see me in my magnificent marrow, your stumpy little digits won’t be able to reach the trigger in time. Thus, I will devastate your corrupted meatsuit and give it the boot with a one punch special.
You insist on being full of s~~~, don’t you. BANG! You’re pathetic marrow is no more.
Yes, and you are full of Soy. Now go and play with your little rifle…..or check out my now sublime creation, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”
Not seeing this new “creation” of yours. When are you going to learn how to post properly, you dumb f~~~?
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.
“He sides with me because you are a gun hating scrotum face.”While this might not be my exact choice of words, I do have to agree Hermit has sense to like guns. I don’t have to hold out an olive branch to him because I don’t find much to argue with him about. I have always thought that you like to tease people into arguing with you, so occasionally I might oblige you because I like you but Hermit doesn’t seem to enjoy the confrontation like you do, so I don’t argue with him. I would if he became a libtard and threw his guns away and ate soy burgers and apologised for enslaving the world with his white c~~~ but since he does not there has been no problem.
He enjoys the roasting as much as I. I just confound him too much with words that he can’t process. Anyway, check out my latest sublimity, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”
I enjoy the roasting a little more now that you have cut down on the f~~iness, you queer.
Poor Santa. What did he do to you?He exists.
Two F’s my little friend.When you see me in my magnificent marrow, your stumpy little digits won’t be able to reach the trigger in time. Thus, I will devastate your corrupted meatsuit and give it the boot with a one punch special.
You insist on being full of s~~~, don’t you. BANG! You’re pathetic marrow is no more.
Yes, and you are full of Soy. Now go and play with your little rifle…..or check out my now sublime creation, “Don’t f~~~ with me Santa”
Not seeing this new “creation” of yours. When are you going to learn how to post properly, you dumb f~~~?
It’s there now, you meaningless bundle of goo.
Bedsit rooms are usually reasonable small, thus it can on occasion feel slightly claustrophobic.
I knew it – the starving poet in the garret.
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