Hardliner, due to yesterday’s events, I wanted to post a public apology and offer this gift representing our new found friendship. May the signature I created for you bring you much happiness.
Sincerely,
BlueBallsThePirate
The Pirates Story.... where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
He complains so much that I have forgotten what specific incident started the quarrel (the quarrel was in comparison to Mike Tyson fighting Corky.I being Mike Tyson and Hardliner being the latter), but I have decided to be the “adult” and discontinued the use of the !Cry Hardliner bind in great hopes that he will someday introduce me to his sister; following that introduction; she and I will retreat to a secret place where we can cuddle in our underwear and engage in heavy petting..
The Pirates Story.... where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
The Pirates Story.... where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.