Shut up you new age twink.
"missile", your mundane, harelip lisped commentaries, however inaccurate, do provide a glimpse into your oblong headed obsession with man-bear-pigs as well as your heroic attempts to steal a pair of their soiled and worn y-fronts to wear as a face mask to huff through as Darth Gaydar while you stalk cub scouts outside the local YMCA.
Aside from the warped and vile thoughts which fester in that colossal boil you call a head, which would make Chris Hanson weep, you constantly mash those quim coated snausages on your Hewlett Packard soft-key starting threads which rival the entertainment value of watching "tbombz" braid his rastafari-esque taint hairs in different lanyard patterns which he learned in day camp.
Because these sickening images get your mis-shapen dradle of a penis at half mast that doesn't mean you need to keep posting new threads.
Now, kindly squat your gelatinous carcass on all fours which is no new position, and walk your way out through getbigs 'doggie door' before I wrap your single stranded Ace Ventura cowlick around that greasy eczema infested neck, use your suspenders to hang you from the top of the Rainbow buffet flag pole, and watch you get the "21 fag salute", you vile heathen.
