discolé monade

doesn't realize that i don't really know anything about the wrestling world, other than he did smell what the rock was cooking, while seeing john cena in the corner really giving it to one of those twins.

likes to dress like the chairman of the board and stroll around walmart like....

has a shrine to mr hoonié in his basement.

his favorite animal is the piggy, and is planning an elaborate trip to the bay of pigs, because 'awwww'

secrectly replaces neighbors premium coffee blend with taster's choice, then watches.

^ close it's 'hey sexy booooyyyyfrrrriiiieeeeennnnndd walks around the mall with a tape recorder, and loudly says 'no intelligent carbon lifeforms have presented themselves. hail globgork;

plans elborate escapes routes, from his local grocery store.

STOP FEEDING

roams the streets, looking for wrong. wanting to right it. run on sentances he knows them well. that's never stopped mr hoonié. boy howdy, and hoo boy, no way said he.

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has been transcribing said notes into, what will be, a number one best seller in smut material.

builds elaborate diorama's of [uemb] posts, and acts out responses.

all of his content should be piled into one thread. always. it's been the same shit for 10 years now. same titles, same threads. i mean...it's all about his 1st amend. and all that jazz.... but there should be expectations of ridicule.

mos def

sometimes, mostly about all the time, loses me somewhere in translation.

sometimes, it's ok to indulge in really shitty rag news.

stfu

bloody hell. don't feed the bears mang.

this is why we can't have nice things.

no one is confused... well, except that op