02-25-2011, 10:20 PM
(02-25-2011, 09:51 PM)Huggy Lowdown Wrote: You don't know who I am or what I do, so stfu bitch. Go let your fat bull dyke play with your saggy tits.
My wife is here to raise the kids, that is all. She was hot as a young woman but now she has grown and her body didn't hold up as well as I had hoped it would through childbirth. But she does as she is told and understands her place in the world. unlike you with your sloppy, frothing mouth. No one cares what you say because you have a vagina.
The little 'dancing queen' keeps dancing for Mock!
Yeah . . . you're gay! Faggy, bad skin and weak.
We know who you are! You're the little 'dancing queen' here to amuse all who choose to watch your silly show.
You are gay. Closet, but gay. Your mom knows, too.
And a fantasy gay family, to boot?
Hey, Queer Bait - a poster of Justin Bieber doesn't count as a wife and two Chihuahuas aren't kids.
You fool no one . . . except yourself.
Not even the jumping 'little queen'. He's gay. He knows he is, too.
Pissy, pouty, and lonely like you.
Embrace the rainbow.
Get off food stamps and quit buying Dollar Store Vaseline.
Now . . . spray yourself with some Axe and . . . dance!
Dance for us closet 'dancing queen'! Dance! Dance!
Hahahahahaha!
Funny in denial faggot 'dancing queen'!