Who wants to fucking fight me?!

[Cuddlefish]

I'm dead serious, you fucking shit-ass fuck-tards.

I'm tired of your man-pussy bullshit and I'm about ready to frack your fucking skulls for some sweet, sweet brain juice. YOU THINK BATH-SALTS ARE BAD?! I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE UNDER MY OWN VOLITION! I don't need drugs to have a good time.

Now, fisticuffs, or GTFO.

[Nephew Twiddleton]

Id rather have a few beers with you. Im not the fighting type.

[Cain]

Very well, sirrah, you force my hand.  Can you find anyone willing to be your second?

[The Wizard Joseph]

I don't even know anything about your bitch-ass except that your fool-name makes me think that cuddling with a cold-blooded fish would be a profound waste of time that I could not possibly gain anything from!!

Fuck u in ways that stretch the limits of the FUCK!

I hope you die just after you realize that the empty nothing that you've mistakenly called a  life was of no consequence in the inky blackness of Eternity.  Despair and die.

I hope you fall in the final moment when your petty ego slips, weak and whimpering, into the void that has always been patiently waiting for you to figure It out.
This may take some time in your case.

Go and find refuge in the loud and obnoxious details that pass for meaning in your world.  Then drink deeply of the oblivion waters of Lethe.  I'll dutifully forget you, as will 7 million, million other monkeys. 

Get what you came for here.  A sense of meaning and recognition, I think.  Then go and stumble around this petty theme park we call life.  You will find diversion if that's what you want.  CHUMP!!!!!

Take the most painful way out.  Put so much bath salt chemistry into your system that you dissolve entirely and make a mark on Yahoo! Nobody will notice.

You are nothing.

Take heart that nobody really is!  The great ones that did make a mark in the last 5000 years are also nothing.  You will join them.
I will too, but you asked for a fight.

Peace and happiness--

TWJ

[East Coast Hustle]

You keep saying you wanna fight, Dimo, but I don't see you being in any hurry to get to Woods Hole to receive your ass-kicking.

[P3nT4gR4m]

If you want a fight then come to Scotland. You won't be disappointed. Incapable of eating solids for a couple of months, yes but not disappointed.

[Cain]

P3nt, this is Scotland we're talking about.  Fights have rules.  Scotland doesn't.

[Cuddlefish]

You keep saying you wanna fight, Dimo, but I don't see you being in any hurry to get to Woods Hole to receive your ass-kicking.

WOODS HOLE!? What do I look like, some kinda trust fund, panty-waste pansy? MY VERY PRESENCE THERE WOULD CAUSE THE ENTIRE FUCKING SISSY-ASS PLACE TO COMBUST INSTANTANEOUSLY! But that's just not my style, dig? The true fist of the North Star doesn't run oft all willy-nilly, he waits...

THEN BAM!

Srsly, tho Imma map-quest that shit and come drop a fucking elbow on a motherfucker.

[Cuddlefish]

I don't even know anything about your bitch-ass except that your fool-name makes me think that cuddling with a cold-blooded fish would be a profound waste of time that I could not possibly gain anything from!!

Fuck u in ways that stretch the limits of the FUCK!

I hope you die just after you realize that the empty nothing that you've mistakenly called a  life was of no consequence in the inky blackness of Eternity.  Despair and die.

I hope you fall in the final moment when your petty ego slips, weak and whimpering, into the void that has always been patiently waiting for you to figure It out.
This may take some time in your case.

Go and find refuge in the loud and obnoxious details that pass for meaning in your world.  Then drink deeply of the oblivion waters of Lethe.  I'll dutifully forget you, as will 7 million, million other monkeys. 

Get what you came for here.  A sense of meaning and recognition, I think.  Then go and stumble around this petty theme park we call life.  You will find diversion if that's what you want.  CHUMP!!!!!

Take the most painful way out.  Put so much bath salt chemistry into your system that you dissolve entirely and make a mark on Yahoo! Nobody will notice.

You are nothing.

Take heart that nobody really is!  The great ones that did make a mark in the last 5000 years are also nothing.  You will join them.
I will too, but you asked for a fight.

Peace and happiness--

TWJ

What you don't seem to realize is that you're already dead.

[P3nT4gR4m]

P3nt, this is Scotland we're talking about.  Fights have rules.  Scotland doesn't.

What kind of lame english faggotry is this? the only rules that apply to fighting is the laws of physics

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I'm dead serious, you fucking shit-ass fuck-tards.

I'm tired of your man-pussy bullshit and I'm about ready to frack your fucking skulls for some sweet, sweet brain juice. YOU THINK BATH-SALTS ARE BAD?! I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE UNDER MY OWN VOLITION! I don't need Roger's inflamed gonads to have a good time.

Now, fisticuffs, or GTFO.

Okay.  I'm all about a little bare-knuckle boxing.

Hama rules, of course.

[The Wizard Joseph]

I don't even know anything about your bitch-ass except that your fool-name makes me think that cuddling with a cold-blooded fish would be a profound waste of time that I could not possibly gain anything from!!

Fuck u in ways that stretch the limits of the FUCK!

I hope you die just after you realize that the empty nothing that you've mistakenly called a  life was of no consequence in the inky blackness of Eternity.  Despair and die.

I hope you fall in the final moment when your petty ego slips, weak and whimpering, into the void that has always been patiently waiting for you to figure It out.
This may take some time in your case.

Go and find refuge in the loud and obnoxious details that pass for meaning in your world.  Then drink deeply of the oblivion waters of Lethe.  I'll dutifully forget you, as will 7 million, million other monkeys. 

Get what you came for here.  A sense of meaning and recognition, I think.  Then go and stumble around this petty theme park we call life.  You will find diversion if that's what you want.  CHUMP!!!!!

Take the most painful way out.  Put so much bath salt chemistry into your system that you dissolve entirely and make a mark on Yahoo! Nobody will notice.

You are nothing.

Take heart that nobody really is!  The great ones that did make a mark in the last 5000 years are also nothing.  You will join them.
I will too, but you asked for a fight.

Peace and happiness--

TWJ

What you don't seem to realize is that you're already dead.

WRONG!!  I'm quite sure that I'm already dead...eventually.  You're the one in denial!  Here's a bit from beyond our mutual Grave:  Being dead, or not, is an irrelevant distinction save that you can tell a living person that they'll die and be believed.  You cannot tell a dead person that they will live and have any effect on them. 

Let's fight then, it's the exclusive domain of the living!

Maybe I'm just in a mood and have the luxury of time to open fire, but you posted this thread! 

What would you prefer fight about?

[Cuddlefish]

I'm dead serious, you fucking shit-ass fuck-tards.

I'm tired of your man-pussy bullshit and I'm about ready to frack your fucking skulls for some sweet, sweet brain juice. YOU THINK BATH-SALTS ARE BAD?! I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE UNDER MY OWN VOLITION! I don't need Roger's inflamed gonads to have a good time.

Now, fisticuffs, or GTFO.

Okay.  I'm all about a little bare-knuckle boxing.

Hama rules, of course.

When I throw down, it's gonna register a 9.5 on the RICHTER SCALE! (It's ok, though, I let Richter use the Dimo scale).

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I'm dead serious, you fucking shit-ass fuck-tards.

I'm tired of your man-pussy bullshit and I'm about ready to frack your fucking skulls for some sweet, sweet brain juice. YOU THINK BATH-SALTS ARE BAD?! I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE UNDER MY OWN VOLITION! I don't need Roger's inflamed gonads to have a good time.

Now, fisticuffs, or GTFO.

Okay.  I'm all about a little bare-knuckle boxing.

Hama rules, of course.

When I throw down, it's gonna register a 9.5 on the RICHTER SCALE! (It's ok, though, I let Richter use the Dimo scale).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hama_massacre

HAMA RULES:

1.  THERE ARE NO FUCKING RULES.

2.  NEVER DO ANYTHING HALFWAY.

[Cuddlefish]

I'm dead serious, you fucking shit-ass fuck-tards.

I'm tired of your man-pussy bullshit and I'm about ready to frack your fucking skulls for some sweet, sweet brain juice. YOU THINK BATH-SALTS ARE BAD?! I WILL EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE UNDER MY OWN VOLITION! I don't need Roger's inflamed gonads to have a good time.

Now, fisticuffs, or GTFO.

Okay.  I'm all about a little bare-knuckle boxing.

Hama rules, of course.

When I throw down, it's gonna register a 9.5 on the RICHTER SCALE! (It's ok, though, I let Richter use the Dimo scale).

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hama_massacre

HAMA RULES:

1.  THERE ARE NO FUCKING RULES.

2.  NEVER DO ANYTHING HALFWAY.

Do you think we can accomplish all that with just the two of us, and no weapons? Only one way to find out, I s'pose...