We all know it's you in your moms basement. Vermont must have jobs milking cows or collecting syrup. Get to it fagget.

a troll trolling a troller

shutup fagget

shutup false fagget

This reminds me, with the storm coming up my mom took time out from blowing the entire Blue Hills Regional AV Club to ask if I needed any flavored water from the store in case we got snowed in. I playfully eyed the June of 1999 Hit Parader with Cold on the cover that when pulled from the bookshelf would open a secret door to my massive underground vault of over 12000 gallons of discontinued Fruit2O flavors, "No ma, I'm straight."

I nursed a bottle of 2004 Blackcurrant Kiwi Fruit2O, a seasonal brew released as a springtime drinkt. This seasonal dissonance hardly mattered as I stared into the 9 oz. that remained of my second to last bottle of the flavor. Mostly I mourned the art of trolling. Turning a band's name into some scatological and then spamming the board isn't. Excuse me while I finish off this bottle. (I finish off the bottle while listening to Staind's "It's been a while" I am fully erect. Importantly we need a better class of anon trolls.

Before I forget. My mom is a slampig <img src=thatsthejoke.jpg

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you worthless heretic? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Space Marines, and I've led an incomprehensible number of secret raids against the forces of chaos, and I have over 30 million confirmed purgings. I am trained in armored warfare and I'm the top Ultramarine in all the Space Marine Chapters. You are nothing to me but just another heretic. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this universe, mark my fucking words.
You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Warp? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the galaxy and your powers are being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bolter.
Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Adeptus Mechanicus and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the planet, you little shit. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot.

Go to bed Aril

lol

Was in bed hours before this, beating off to your mom.

false, he was beating off to Randy Marsh

I am a fagget.