maybe if you fuckers didn't just flirt with each other and showed some real vitriol, anger blog could get off the ground. All the digital beard-porking on JB made me think you two just needed a safe sapce to cuddle.
As for things to be really pissed about, chew on this: God is a petty weasel.
Sure the reds collective package dominates his by about a furlong, but to force them to remain flacid and take beatings from the lowly NL west shows just how classless the "almighty" really is. Get a life, some balls, some pubes, and learn how to pee standing up you hasbeen of a deity. and once you've done that, get the hell out of the reds way. let the true light of the NL shine!
Whoa! I smelleth anger on the wind, of a goblinish sort, and it is foul!
This must be handled carefully, with the nimblety of a surgeon's penis masseuse (or Masseur, Sarge, if you insist). For in part, Doomgoblin, your words are the righteous words of a righteous infidel! Indeed! Even the leastmost penis 'pon the girded loins of the Redlegs outdistances Jehovah's by many a furlong. There can be no doubt!
But your anti-beard vitriol belies the fear and obeisance of a baldfaced child. You fear the beard! You play at making fun of the bearded (or "taking the piss" if you must, you English Beefeater) but you cannot make fun! Thine own attempts at mustachedness have met with only ridicule and contempt!
Your "anger" doesn't fool me. You're a frightened knave!
can't you bitches be pissed about anything more than baseball? and beards? these blog-beards are all pussy beards, anyway. we all know you "gentlemen" shave your scrotums and glue the pubes to your chinny chin chins. fuckers. you're defending a farce.
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Yeah. I think the jack- and angerblogs pretty much blow turd at this point.
I'm not even mad anymore.
maybe if you fuckers didn't just flirt with each other and showed some real vitriol, anger blog could get off the ground. All the digital beard-porking on JB made me think you two just needed a safe sapce to cuddle.
As for things to be really pissed about, chew on this: God is a petty weasel.
Sure the reds collective package dominates his by about a furlong, but to force them to remain flacid and take beatings from the lowly NL west shows just how classless the "almighty" really is. Get a life, some balls, some pubes, and learn how to pee standing up you hasbeen of a deity. and once you've done that, get the hell out of the reds way. let the true light of the NL shine!
Whoa! I smelleth anger on the wind, of a goblinish sort, and it is foul!
This must be handled carefully, with the nimblety of a surgeon's penis masseuse (or Masseur, Sarge, if you insist). For in part, Doomgoblin, your words are the righteous words of a righteous infidel! Indeed! Even the leastmost penis 'pon the girded loins of the Redlegs outdistances Jehovah's by many a furlong. There can be no doubt!
But your anti-beard vitriol belies the fear and obeisance of a baldfaced child. You fear the beard! You play at making fun of the bearded (or "taking the piss" if you must, you English Beefeater) but you cannot make fun! Thine own attempts at mustachedness have met with only ridicule and contempt!
Your "anger" doesn't fool me. You're a frightened knave!
can't you bitches be pissed about anything more than baseball? and beards? these blog-beards are all pussy beards, anyway. we all know you "gentlemen" shave your scrotums and glue the pubes to your chinny chin chins. fuckers. you're defending a farce.
Funny ish.
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