I don't need a gun to know how good of a shooter I am. I'm an accurate motherfukcer.
Example: second time I ever paint-balled in my life I go up with a church group and just start flanking mother effers.
Like - these dudes do it all the time, yet I'm better than them at not getting and hitting others with the paint balls??
You know what it is, I'm smart. Like not the book smart or the street smart. I'm smart smart. My mind processes data real-time by the fukking nano sceond.
If I were to enlist in the army, my team's K to D ratio would be so immense that they'd promote by the second.
The thing is that I'm also really ****ing booksmart, I mean dwelving into literary masterpieces in minutes, and publishing them within week. That's just grammatical and philosophical, when I actually get high on potteneuse, I say geomotric shapes, my mind build conic-sections when I shut my eyes...
Let's see if I where my skee mask and KO this fruitloop "beautiful boy" with one hit, I'll get away with it.
****in Luke and that other dude in my PE class, beating there asses and getting away with it will be difficult.
The coup de grass, however, is the btich who me feel less than tertiary. I'll have to take her out by humiliating her somehow. If I can beat Luke and the other dude's asses in front of their families without getting assault and battery charges on meh that's humiliation enough for them. But she already knows I can beat her asss. This is revenge for being picked last. For being last pick. Et cetra! lol
Originally posted by konfetkaSpeak for yourself ya ugly cnt. My world doesn't bend to the subjection of others, I mind control or I go out with a bang.
Life is a zebra, One. It gets black, it gets white. You don't need to"revenge" just get over it and keep going.
I'm better than your ex-bf, now admit it then I will wreak havoc on your life either way like a Hindu Angel of Perfection, cnt cnt cnt cnt cnt cnt
I just pulled this gnarly thing out of my ear that resembles the size of a walnut. It's black and golden yellow with a slimy surface texture. I have anal fissures that sparkle like a freshly cracked geode. I'm four hundred pounds overweight and haven't bathed in two fort nights. It's ok though because i workout my upper body strength by constantly lifting my one hundred pound, belly fat rolls and crushing the family of rodents and insects that insist on making residence in-between my sweaty creases. It's been so long since i've seen my genetalia, i can't remember i'f i have a penis that has forever disappeared into mounds of excess skin or if my vagina has healed over. So yeah, i'm the truth. I seek only the realest of bitchez. Dont be expectin to hear froms me unless you're the truth 2.
Originally posted by konfetkaI know there's one or more ways around each and every single limitation the Bad Lord has set upon you so that you can rely on Its biased providence. It's just the process of finding ways to surpass the limits that chain you down in life by singling out successful attempts over all the other failed ones that makes me suicidal.
Lol what do you even know about life?