06-30-2008, 07:32 PM
Sinister Wrote:You pretend to know my sac because you think I've exposed the full sac to you. No one knows my full sac - not even my dog. So let me put it to you this way: fuck your stupid invitation to come grill by you. I get MY food delivered, ass-neck. You'd be brought to me.Middle Finger Wrote:The instant you grow the sac to do that, I will PM you my address and I'll even Mapquest it for you. C'mon down and put your life where your mouth is. I'll even have the grill set up for anything that could end up being grilled.Sinister Wrote:How about I grill your more useful (non-brain) parts like steaks and use my Peter Luger sauce on them. I bet you'd shut the fuck up after that. I'd use your leftover skanky bones to make some homemade chimes. That way, every time it is windy outside I get to smile and say to myself "One more bitch taken care of."Middle Finger Wrote:You do NOT want a piece of ME today, mod-trash.Sure I do. Your head. On a stake. To use as a lawn ornament. I'll cut out your tongue and use it to feed the raccoons around here.
Besides, you know SHIT about setting up a grill good enough for ME to grill on. You wouldn't even know how to START the grill I cook on. That's right. You'd be standing there like a dumb skanky bitch crying "I can't figure out how to start this thing." Shut the fuck up and get away from my grill, I'd say, as I started designing the chimes you were going to "help" make.
I was hoping you knew what the fuck you were talking about, but you don't. I can't wait for your next full of shit response.