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Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: angrykeebler on Thursday, May 26, 2011, 02:02:56 PM
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I have had enough of your tomfoolery. I am hereby giving you notice that tomorrow at dawn we will meet by the pond and we will have a duel to the death.
Since I have issued the challenge, the choice of weapon is yours. Be warned that I am a master of arms like Colin Ferrel in "Daredevil" (sucky movie though) and will likely kill you no matter what you choose.
So on your last night alive, pray to whatever god you worship, settle your finances, attend to your family and finally confess your true feelings to Pugnate. (you want him. you want his body)
This has been a long time coming. I can take your mockery no more. Be assured I will bury you according to your wishes. (bare naked and ass hanging up)
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where is ghandi goddamn it
probably having sex
with men
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Sorry, I was busy
having sex
with men
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But, seriously, bring it. :)
I know your last "real" battle was with gpw, and you gloat constantly about it, but it's time to battle with the big boys now. Pick your game, sir. We will settle this on the battlefield.
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It's already over, sir.
That strawberry milkshake you drank earlier? It was poisoned with venom from the North African Spitting Frog.
You'll be dead in a day.
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Wait, I was only supposed to put that into one milkshake?
Uh oh...