Bravo, idiots.
Not only are you Gilligans fucking up yet another brain fart amongst the gastric bubbles that float inside those colons that crosshatched in your craniums, your whining, repeat, whining about how you(se) dimwitted buffoons could peel a banana better than the dildoed gimp next to you is not only hysterical, pathetic, and homely, all at the same time, but the truest reason for people NOT to watch THE SHIT.
It's as if a non-menstrated moron has become the flavor of the day, topped with withering, bumbling creme. Let us learn, you buttered up anuses your exact place here, at this blog:
The Fridge
The Derkzo
The Croftman
The Vikk
Everybody else.
Get the picture? Good.
Let's re-form the dregs, I'm all for it. And even then, dregs, no matter what flavor, are still under my heel. See, the problem here isn't the house, it's the fact you, the fucking monkeys chirping and ear fucking each other for attention, are so fucking beneath, no, not me, but US, that instead of doing, you pitiful little rubber bands bounce the same shit around like some super ball, watching the same shit, go up, wait a few, then it lands yet again, only to bounce yet again, ad nauseum. Not knowing, brainless ones, that what you're saying, is.....shit.
Instead of begging like you tits have a cup in your hand, why not...you know, earn your place?
Novel concept.
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Not only are you Gilligans fucking up yet another brain fart amongst the gastric bubbles that float inside those colons that crosshatched in your craniums, your whining, repeat, whining about how you(se) dimwitted buffoons could peel a banana better than the dildoed gimp next to you is not only hysterical, pathetic, and homely, all at the same time, but the truest reason for people NOT to watch THE SHIT.
It's as if a non-menstrated moron has become the flavor of the day, topped with withering, bumbling creme. Let us learn, you buttered up anuses your exact place here, at this blog:
The Fridge
The Derkzo
The Croftman
The Vikk
Everybody else.
Get the picture? Good.
Let's re-form the dregs, I'm all for it. And even then, dregs, no matter what flavor, are still under my heel. See, the problem here isn't the house, it's the fact you, the fucking monkeys chirping and ear fucking each other for attention, are so fucking beneath, no, not me, but US, that instead of doing, you pitiful little rubber bands bounce the same shit around like some super ball, watching the same shit, go up, wait a few, then it lands yet again, only to bounce yet again, ad nauseum. Not knowing, brainless ones, that what you're saying, is.....shit.
Instead of begging like you tits have a cup in your hand, why not...you know, earn your place?
Novel concept.
