Originally Posted By: bogey
Originally Posted By: long_lost_corleone



No, seriously though. Right now, I have manic flooding my PM box going on about his sexual insecurities, telling me I need to lose weight (I'm like, 130 pounds for the record. I make POW's look fat.) and asking me why I feel the need to act so "smart". Which is just hilarious in the context of his grammar skills.

Honestly, tonight marks the night that my IQ has suffered at the behest of the internet for the thousanth time.


You should see the PMs he's sent me. You could always forward them to DC, Geoff, or SC.. then we can make sure he actually leaves, instead of taunting us with false hopes.


Nah, I'm not enough of a bitch to do that. It's slightly humorous. I feel like I am being physically taunted by a midget.

"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."