i just wanted to give you limeys time to cream each other's buns before i give you a proper ass kicking.

and yes, i have to work, unfortunately, because you worn-out whores can't make decent money anymore.

Cream puff for me please.

Ooh, look, she's back. And she's wearing leather!

oh, you're going to cry no? cry, c'mon, cry-- i wanna see you cry. cry for you mommy!!

And her ears have gone crimson. She's back and she's mad as hell.

hahahahahahahahahahaha

(i'm not even saying what i'm laughing at)

Patent leather doesn't look scary on a girl with your build, you know. You look like the Reverend Black peg in my Cleudo set.

when i see you all ganging up like a bunch of cowardly bitches, i am outraged. you shouldn't be allowed to call yourselves men.

Well, the Brits are puzzling.
Two of them started this thread biting each other's limp tea biscuits, then all of a sudden they unite.
How could anyone trust a people who don't drive in the right lane?
Add to that that linen stirs in reverse in british washing machines.

To those who dared to post before my finishing my own (far more) interesting input, I pity you, fools.

ha ha i hope its not control machete.

you know these blatherskites impersonations, i think i do blatherskite better than him, except for the megalomaniac rants which i haven't quite figured out yet.

If only it was really leather, that would even make him look slightly tough, but in a totally girly way. For the time being he's probably just shaking like a little sissy while trying to do this mysterious 'work' that he seems to attend to all the time.

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE FRENCH BERTIE BOY!!!

Do you really expect us to be scared of you when your mother named you after a caption she saw in an Asterix The Gaul story? (this remark is addressed to !@#$%!)

I wonder if they realize their accents completely invalidate their bullying.

ohh thank you for reminding me, now i have another thing to laugh at!

quiere llorar, quiere llorar!

ha ha.

Want me to send you our future president?

i think that's molotov...i don't know, i haven't followed the shit rap rock scene from my cuntry

limey bitches, and company,

this has been fun, but i truly have to work. unlike you, i don't depend on government checks for a living, and i do have dental expenses.

i will see you sorry internet faces later, if you're not too exhausted from creaming each other's buns and running around like a pack of whiny little hyenas.

Blather catch up with you?