SORF... I'm reluctant to call you. It's quite apparent that your inane shananigans are a promotion of the upbringing you have thus far attained; which, quite frankly, is little to none. If I were to call your parents to direct their attentions to your behaviour, the phonecall would something go like this: "Hello, I am having found your child." "Oh, I am that child's parent, and by parent I am meaning that I have shot my semen/egg out of my penis/vagina and then having born the child I was relieved/cuttingtheambilicalchord." "You can go to hell bitch/bastardmanwhore!" "I am on my way triumphantly there now!". And that's how it would have been.
Also, I think an elephapottamus sat on your bed cause you were masturbating too much to american league baseball again. The new zealanders would also like to borrow the fuck sheep in your backyard, and your gargae is littered with the corpses of cockroaches who had better things to do then sit around your smelly ass and harbor terrorists.
Seriously, I'm pretty sure that quick posts have a reason. It's cause mArc is tired of looking at all your retarded signatures, and he knows that you're all mindless zombies who have such short attention spans you can't be bothered to click a link before you write/submit your posts.
Ima outta this barn yalls, Farmer John Pig *****er