Anybody every body can suck ma dick stupid ass white boys on the internet faget ass motha fuckas.
― johnny lee desmand, Wednesday, 13 November 2002 22:20 (twenty-three years ago)
I thought it would be an ethan thread. it is sadly far, far from one.
― Josh (Josh), Wednesday, 13 November 2002 22:40 (twenty-three years ago)
listen, you punk-ass bitch. i will fucking murder you. straight up and down. i will put two bullets in your skull and one in your chest. one phone call and you'll be bobbing in the river. i'll, like, paint your corpse bright red and it will be like a buoy, kind of. do you want that? i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. i've killed 61 people. do you understand that? can you read that? i kill dozens of people. 5 dozen, about. yeah. because 60 is 5 dozen. do the math. before i murder you. because i am going to. that is a promise. you will be number 62. well, i'll probably actually kill a few more people between now and when i murder you. it's a promise. you are as good as dead. make all the funeral arrangements and stuff. pick out a coffin or whatever. okay?
― d k (d k), Wednesday, 13 November 2002 22:44 (twenty-three years ago)
For the love of God, people, don't fuck with him.
― o. nate (onate), Wednesday, 13 November 2002 22:48 (twenty-three years ago)
I want candy, bubble gum and taffy
Skip to the sweet shop with my sweetheart Sandy
Got my pennies saved so I'm a sugar daddy
I'm her Hugh Cronyn, she's my Jessica Tandy, I want candy!
Gonna get ya asses kicked
Nasty
Do it to your daddy, embarass your own family
Just 'cause you came in front of a kid and his candy
I need candy
Any kind'll do
Don't care if it's nutritious or "FDA approved"
It's gonna make me spaz like bobcats on booze
A hyperactive juice that only I can produce
Use a giant dril
Bore straight into hell
Releasin ancient demons from a sleep forever spell
So they can walk upon the earth
And get resituated
And hawk the diet pills that MC Pee Pants have created
Mess up the mix, mix up the mess
Come on down yo, here's the address
I said six, one-two Wharf Avenue
Six, one-two wharf avanue
― chaki (chaki), Wednesday, 13 November 2002 23:07 (twenty-three years ago)
i'd rather get buttfucked/by knock kneed librarians/hairier/than a bunch of fucking terriers
― jess (dubplatestyle), Thursday, 14 November 2002 00:04 (twenty-three years ago)
Man, that's a catchy song. Remind me, is it Ja Rule or Busta Rhymes who guests on "I've Killed 61 People (Make All The Funeral Arrangements And Stuff)"? Or are they both on it?
― Nick Mirov (nick), Thursday, 14 November 2002 08:29 (twenty-three years ago)