Dear Fatfuck Part 2

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

WHAT THE FUCK!? Its not my fault you weigh 600 FUCKING pounds and don't fit in conventional fucking chairs! Its not my fault you sweat your fucking ass off because you're trapped under the blanket made of your own complete lack of restraint. Turn off the fucking air conditioner and stop reading everything I write!

Seriously dude, you're getting on my fucking nerves.


You? Yeah, you the asshat behind me reading everything I fucking type.

I am writing this about and just for you.

I want to have gay anal sex with you.

I want to play with your supple rolls.


Seriously.


Haha, that did it. Fuckin wanker.

[Hoshiko]

Nice. Real classy.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Thanks, you don't think I sounded too classy? I didn't want to come off as a snob or anything.

[Hoshiko]

I don't know, did you scream it at the top of your lungs in a snooty british accent while wearing a tux and trucker hat?

Because that might be snobbish.

[LMNO]

Yeah, especially if you're wearing this hat...

[Malaul]

Ive hadda resport to this tactic a time or two when a roomie was reading over my shoulder

its funny when they realise all the bile my figers are spewing forth is just for them

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

I need to get a tux and trucker hat! I'll be unstoppable!

[East Coast Hustle]

no, you'll be Ashton Kutcher.

[Shibboleet The Annihilator]

Shit...

..good thing you pointed that out before I killed a butler and a trucker for my new costume.....

.....now I can just kill ashton kutcher: everyone wins!