Quake3World

long email addresses are a fucking pain in the ass, I had a person ask me to send them something at their home email today, and while they were spelling out the address, I had time to microwave then eat a plate of nachos, reformat and install my OS (note: it's OS, not O/S you fucking grabasstic fuck-handles that use a slash just because you saw it thirty years ago in a dated platform name) re-import my outlook data files, open contacts and place the new entry for
"jeradstacyjoeysissyandourfuckingdogpatches@msn.com"
under the short name "mouthbreathing shitflingers"
is there no little pop-up that can be invoked when someone applies for a new address that says something like:

Underpants? wrote:very serious upset post

what a horrible post that unfortunitly stinks of effort. Zero talent for writing.

yeah, actually after posting I re-read it and it seems very new, angrier and less improved maddox-esque in some way. Well it was a 30 second project (not counting 2 hours of MS paint) which only proves my heart's just not in it any more.

kthxyoucanfuckoffnowdoctorfeedbag @ fuckyoutoonightshit.cock

this guy...

A rant about Email addresses? Damn, these Uniballers are so temperamental.

someone must have thrown his testicle on the roof

you will never get props. get over it.

Underpants? wrote:long email addresses are a fucking pain in the ass, I had a person ask me to send them something at their home email today, and while they were spelling out the address, I had time to microwave then eat a plate of nachos, reformat and install my OS (note: it's OS, not O/S you fucking grabasstic fuck-handles that use a slash just because you saw it thirty years ago in a dated platform name) re-import my outlook data files, open contacts and place the new entry for
"jeradstacyjoeysissyandourfuckingdogpatches@msn.com"
under the short name "mouthbreating shitflingers"
is there no little pop-up that can be invoked when someone applies for a new address that says something like:

what is this garbage? what makes you think anyone cares or wants to read what aggrivates half a man. shit

I don't have any problems like this, but then hey, I have 2 testicles.

It's amazing what a difference being bi-balled, or "a man" as it's commonly called, makes. You look at people like Almostemptyunderpants? with his pathetic, deflated sack and think "Damn, poor little bastard. Probably has to wear a doll's teacup for a jockstrap".

he calls his testicle 'neo'

He's not calling it "The Highlander" anymore?

:ol: ladies and gentleman, might I present to you my fan club.
there's a good chance that some, but most likely all of the posts above are steeped in the unnatural and/or homosexual tendency to obsess over falsehoods and misguidings in regards to a man's genitalia. My life is actually 50% better now, for example:
* BULLET! I can run twice as fast (who knew that the sheer blunt force of your nuts knocking together while jogging actually caused a disruption in the neural pathway from the brain to the quad/hamstring muscles? Obviously not you slack-jawed pile of knobs).
* BULLET! There is a 50% greater chance of escaping certain disability if someone accidentally drops a bowling ball exactly two stories directly above the spot I just so happen to be sitting spread-eagled.
* BULLET! I'm about half a pound lighter now.
* BULLET! I can finally fit half of my whole bag in my palm, handy for cold water applications and military exercises.
so go piss up another of gramps' parabled trees, you foul bag of pricks

Underpants? wrote::ol: ladies and gentleman, might I present to you my fan club.
there's a good chance that some, but most likely all of the posts above are steeped in the unnatural and/or homosexual tendency to obsess over falsehoods and misguidings in regards to a man's genitalia. My life is actually 50% better now, for example:
* BULLET! I can run twice as fast (who knew that the sheer blunt force of your nuts knocking together while jogging actually caused a disruption in the neural pathway from the brain to the quad/hamstring muscles? Obviously not you slack-jawed pile of knobs).
* BULLET! There is a 50% greater chance of escaping certain disability if someone accidentally drops a bowling ball exactly two stories directly above the spot I just so happen to be sitting spread-eagled.
* BULLET! I'm about half a pound lighter now.
* BULLET! I can finally fit half of my whole bag in my palm, handy for cold water applications and military exercises.
so go piss up another of gramps' parabled trees, you foul bag of pricks

calm down spaghetti and meatball

Nightshade wrote:

He's not calling it "The Highlander" anymore?

not since 'the quickening'

:ol: good one

So it's settled, we are all going down to the Big Easy for MARDI GRAS!!!!! woooooooooooo!!!

don't forget your beads, tops off ladies!!!!!!!!