Simba Shadowy Place

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?
You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.
You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

thats alot of damage

heh. i got roasted alot. so its just a mild inconvinience.

also tiktok suks

it does suck

yep its suck

OOF!

oof indeed

i could say it to i live in texas

What im about to tell you, are some very insightful things, about yourself. If your brain were dynamite, you wouldn't have enough to blow your nose. you are the human equivalent of a participation award. your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries, oh im sorry, u dont have parents. you were actually adopted By Donald Trump because you looked like an Oompa Loompa yourself. Everyone who ever loved you was wrong. I hope you step on a lego. I hope you know that you suck, and also tik tok sucks too. get a real life unlike the fake one u have

At least war_against_tik_tok isn't dark

True

We keep the lights on

yeah.

no...all the light touches the anime army stream

and the anti tiktok streams

since tik tok sucks, im gonna do this...

yes, go there simba

I DARE YOU SIMBA!!!!! YOUR FATHER IS BAD

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hope i didnt blow up your computer

My computer can withstand lots of spam

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i really hope i didnt blow it up

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