I only ask because today I happened to discover the flaming skull you school girls fasten to your lunchboxes in wittle Reaper's profile.
Reaper. lmao. Infamous only for his consistent irrelevance is a representative of your gaggle of Freon breathing puppets? OMG.
I'm sorry. I really am. Some of you I actually have a modicum of respect for. Bone. Poof. Wayne.
But Weaper, a.k.a The Colonel of Cottonelle tissue products?
bwhahahahahahahahaha
Why this futile poof is determined to fashion a persona synonymous with death is beyond me. The only thing that dies when that lingerie wearing creeper arrives is the peace & quite enjoyed before he starts screeching for the umpteenth time over absolutely nothing like chalk against a board at audio frequencies driving stray dogs to contemplate suicide. The name alone brings to mind an obnoxious display of grievous false advertising given the fact that reality is a crooked tooth jelly spine wanker in women's underwear posting behind the nic.
Truly the only thing this overly sensitive baboon has ""reaped"" over the years is instance upon instance of gratuitous sodomy via a hot curling iron any time he pops his droopy looking frog face into a thread not authored by sweet little old ladies discussing the tips & tricks of better baking. One would have thought with all the savage rape & felonious assault endured at the hands of posters like Sting and Temple all these years he would have ended up in some online Petal Protection Program by now.
The level of hormonal imbalance this little plankton penis exudes on any given day would lead anyone with a measure common sense to conclude his particular brand of sensitive man-bitch would be more appropriate in the tampon dispensary unit of your forum where he can counsel young ladies experiencing a bleed down there for the first time. Assuring them with conviction that he too has been bleeding from that very same hole for the last 15 years nonstop and hasn't died yet.
Embarrassing I say. That you would pity the abject uselessness of a fairy nonce possessing the testicular fortitude of a dish soap bubble that you would actually induct him as one of your own. Were there no other prepubescent boys relating only to barbie dolls and baking utensils on testosterone blockers since birth that you could have solicited to better represent the ruggedness of your clique?
Disturbing times in flametowne.
