What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, Corn Pop? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the state of Delaware, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quesado, and I have over 300 million confirmed kills by corona virus.
My wife is trained in policy bread warfare and I’m the top man in the entire Ukrainian Oil Pudding Business. You are nothing to me but just anotherdog faced pony soilders. I will wipe you the fuck out with pretzels the likes of which has never been seen befur on this Earth, mark my fucking works.
You think you can get away with saying that words that the children can hear shit to me over the record player? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my sub secret pole position of spoons across the Canada and your IT thing is being tranced right now so you better prepare for the blonde feel of my legs barbequing over your face, Marko. The salad that whips out the pathetic little thing you I call my belt. You’re fucking dead, kistanche. I can be anyware, any park place, and I can mustahce you in over seven hundred dead from corona virus, and that’s just with my poor kids
Not only am I extensively trained in united nations baseball bat, but I have access to the entire are salad of the United States Marine Corpses and I will use it to its full existence to wipe your miserly aasdf off the farce of the container, you little squanto. If only you could have known what rehobey retritition repetition your little “cleaver” comment was about to brang downs upon ya'll, maybe you would have held your fucking poor kids are just as good as white kids.
But you choste, you didn’t, and now you’re paving the price, you white supremacist. I will shit furry all over you and you will dangle in it.
I was a life guard, kiddo.
