Reign in Acai
Of Elephant and Man
This is no doubt another lame ass shit thread.
But that's besides the point. Krisco the Furious... How can you live a life in which every waking minute you yearn for deep fried fatty foods? How can you call that living? Take a fucking look at yourself. Your arteries might aswell be artifacts as they appear to be buried under the rubble of fat rolls which cling to your brittle bones. I went and seen the film "Super Size Me" yesterday. My oh my how can people do that too themselves? Sure the occasional fast food won't hurt you. But you're taking it to the extreme Krigloch the fattious! I'm not here trying to insult you my brother. We all know that your self-esteem has been waning since they had to butter up your mother's beef curtains in order to deliver you. "Looky here a 17 lb 2 oz blushing baby boy the doctor said with glee" Your metabolism is slower than a snail going up a hill of molasses! Jiminy johosofats do you ever want a girlfriend? I've seen your pictures on your little homepage. It's a fucking cockfest! Don't you ever want to get some pussy? Sure pastries come with a convenient hole in the middle. But they are by no mean a substitution my friend. Your health is on the fritz son! Push your fatty cheeks out of the way and open up your eyes! Do you want to be buried in a piano box!?!? Consider this an intervention. I'm here as a friend, I want you to thrive for many years as a major player in the heavy metal online community...(Seeing that you have the social life of a eunich your going to need some company) So if you want to talk to these pale faced virgins for many a mighty year to come. Then drop the bratwurst and say it with me. 1-800-04-Jenny. The Solution is just a phone call away. (And if your pudgy fingers don't fit in the rotary dial, I'd be more than happy to assist you)
But that's besides the point. Krisco the Furious... How can you live a life in which every waking minute you yearn for deep fried fatty foods? How can you call that living? Take a fucking look at yourself. Your arteries might aswell be artifacts as they appear to be buried under the rubble of fat rolls which cling to your brittle bones. I went and seen the film "Super Size Me" yesterday. My oh my how can people do that too themselves? Sure the occasional fast food won't hurt you. But you're taking it to the extreme Krigloch the fattious! I'm not here trying to insult you my brother. We all know that your self-esteem has been waning since they had to butter up your mother's beef curtains in order to deliver you. "Looky here a 17 lb 2 oz blushing baby boy the doctor said with glee" Your metabolism is slower than a snail going up a hill of molasses! Jiminy johosofats do you ever want a girlfriend? I've seen your pictures on your little homepage. It's a fucking cockfest! Don't you ever want to get some pussy? Sure pastries come with a convenient hole in the middle. But they are by no mean a substitution my friend. Your health is on the fritz son! Push your fatty cheeks out of the way and open up your eyes! Do you want to be buried in a piano box!?!? Consider this an intervention. I'm here as a friend, I want you to thrive for many years as a major player in the heavy metal online community...(Seeing that you have the social life of a eunich your going to need some company) So if you want to talk to these pale faced virgins for many a mighty year to come. Then drop the bratwurst and say it with me. 1-800-04-Jenny. The Solution is just a phone call away. (And if your pudgy fingers don't fit in the rotary dial, I'd be more than happy to assist you)
