The Question
Eternal
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.