Especially you Public Image - I know you’re dying to rage fuck me to hell
Bitch. Will you stop fuckin begging me to wrap my hands round that greasy, fat fuckin neck of yours?
Ate a burger? Fuck off dumb cunt. A burrito ain't a burger and chubby Mecicans only eat re-fried beans lathered in lard and chilli flakes. This you know to be true.
So this week, you moaning, corpulent cock sniffer, you've harped on about breast cancer, diabetes and sexual choke holds,. Which one's gonna kill you first ya slovenly slapper?
Not a chance of it being choking. Very few people have hands big enough to wrap round that butterball neck of yours.
I'd vote for breast cancer. You've already stated your a big titted, big assed fucksocket so it would be funny watching one of those ponderous appendages slowly fuck you over and rot you from the inside.
Or maybe the diabetes would be a laugh? A lifetime of poor eating and lack of exercise screws you over and you spend your days closely watching your blood sugar and drooling at pics of the oleaginous foodstuffs that you adore and would kill you in a heartbeat.
You spend your time chit chatting on your kids and grandkids yet never mention a man in your life. Is this why you beg for e-S&M on anonymous forums? Christ, I could sense the stench in your panties when you knew I'd arrived and you were likely to scratch that flame itch for the first time in years. You've fucked up Flea. Everyone here is your e=friend and wouldn't dream of throwing an insult your way. They don't understand you're gagging for it. 'Choke me, bite me, fuck me, kill me' eh? Don't worry bitch. I got yer back.
Life is a bitch ya flabby, lazy cunt.