Something tells me your father fucked his sister up the asshole, and nine months later you were born into a trailer toilet.
Jerk-off. Who the fuck said you could talk to me anyway?
I have an idea, wise-guy. Why don't you and your boyfriend quit your little tete-a-tete here, arrange a meeting at a crummy motel, and burglarize one-another's colons?
Really though, why have you two kept this up for so long? You hoping that one day, either Coleman or Yates will get to hear about it, chip in their own two cents, then maybe you get to meet them and hang out?
You haven't thought it through though, have you? I mean, look at those two guys. Dorian can't count to twelve, and Ronnie Coleman could waste his entire life pulling an exit door labelled PUSH.
So what are you four heroes gonna talk about? Who had better hair - Tinnerino or Cutler? Who could pop most beer bottles with his buttcheeks before his asshole exploded; Lou Ferrigno or Arnold?
Fuckin' start another thread, you trematodes.
TNBT