Jibbles
Shit Lord, Esq.
What the fuck buddy, you're sitting on here waiting for me to post.
I've got other things to do, calm the fuck down.
Oh look, it's the magnificent 6'8" 23 year old cuban muscle machine.
Hold on... has there ever been a tall cuban? I think not. If you're gonna lie, make up something believable, ya fucking mook.
Between you and that smelly chav Seph, you're two liars stinking up the room with your bullshit.
This proved my point. "My favorite exercise is..." You big fucking liar.
And really, two men that think "lulz syrup" is the height of hilarity and clever repartee... fucking pathetic. No wonder you're both home alone every night..
I've gotta say, I don't know much about Jibbles. He stalks me like a fucking psycho, he claims to be really big, muscular and sexy but what I see is someone that acts like a woman with a grudge and a really bad sense of humor.
That. That's funny. Take note.
Why are you asking me that? Do you really care? Asshole.
I've lost track what the fuck you're whining about. Refresh my memory. Or not. You seem to think you've scored something in my latest post but I find I'm bored out of my mind with your and Jibbles inane comments.
The best part of this string is that she didn't have better things to do and she stayed up all night keeping us company.
I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay.
When it's dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay.
Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, then dreidel I shall play.