war with joe metts
 

You are literally a disgusting sub-human soulless piece of trash. Your face sickens women. You are unemployed and will never succeed in your dreams of sports writing because you are boring and not interesting, on top of that you have the look of an out of work truck driver. You are broke. You are a loser. Your brother frank is literally a try hard loser, but at least a woman would sleep with him. You called me…props for that, but you have the vocal tone and pitch of a prepubescent teen bop reading girl. To war with me is foolishness. I will bore into your soul after I slice into your abdominal girth with a filet knife and liquefy your blubber into a lard like substance that I sell to illiterate immigrants as a cheap canola oil substitute. Joe Metts, you are pathetic. TAKE A LONG HARD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THEN SLAP THE SHIT OUT OF YOURSELF FOR ALLOWING YOURSELF TO BE YOURSELF! Dear God woman, look at you! Look at your life. Your beat up piece of shit car that looks like life has literally engaged it in a Mexican luchadore tnt ring deathmatch with thumbtacks is actually, ironically, a metaphor for your life. Life has won. Give up. You offer nothing to this world, in fact the amount of oxygen that you must consume to be worthless doubles the average obese man in this country who actually accomplishes something, so you mos def should eliminate yourself for that. It is easy to infiltrate your mind and pistol whip your amygdala until you get mad, but then I will Viagra cock your pineal gland for hours until you cum to the realization that you do not even exist, and you have never mattered? How do you sleep at night? I don’t mean with your failure of a life, but with your Hypertension and sleep apnea? I will literally unleash fists into your face and then goad you with a government cheese smoothie. I will shove three used tampons into your nostrils and then make you choke on ten homosexual goldfish just so that you will set the guiness book of world records for “the most awkward suicide of an actual loser queer ass bacon titty having slob of a tree slothed face fatty fat fat fat virgin” and actually accomplish something in this life. Hookers will not have sex with you. Every three months and in the cold season you get depressed. You are eating yourself into a shame spiral, you say you want war with me, but that is not true, you just want me to notice you. Guess what, I did…guess what else you literally scum bag bum? I own you. You will give my tribe of pygmy marmosets substinence and shelter during the up coming nuclear war. I hate you face. I will re program your mind to implement a fitness routine like I did bags, just to make our fight more fair, but even that won’t matter. Because you never win in life. You are the flotsam of life. Your life does not matter. As you put the pistol into your mouth and lubricate its barrel with your tears, know that VERITAS means truth and bow down and hold my pockets like all the other pitiful excuses for humans that frequent this site. Bitch.

Lmao @ homosexual goldfish

Veritas is a lame.

Try hard faggot.

dope verse

Metts you're a sports writer?

pretty dope career, but I'm gonna call you Ray now

You dont want war either timothy.. .stand down. Pocket up.

For real

Couldn't have asked for a better toilet read

Your beat up piece of shit car that looks like life has literally engaged it in a Mexican luchadore tnt ring deathmatch with thumbtacks is actually, ironically, a metaphor for your life.


phaha

@joe Metts

Pink slip this bald fag

Jessica wrote it.

I will pink slip you again you over rated sack of ham. Go set it up and spit.

I enjoyed seeing ur wack lines it brought a smile I my face
I'm so much better than u at life

Lmaaoo same.. odd..

Speaking of shit: combine the life of strikta and joe metts....that equals that.

Nik: go set it up you moolie.

i thought veritas and metts texted each other lol

they talked on the phone lolol

@joe metts

awaiting response

Read a few lines. Unimpressed.

Leaving with no wounds.

Aka secretly butt hurt. Holler you gopher cheeked coward. Bow down.

VERITAS wrote a 300 word essay like the romans.

And it was wacker then yeezus.

dont know if it could be that bad lol

You want more?

600 word essay next.

Vote Joe Metts

Wording was more crisp

Ok. Give me a sec. I am working. You should try it.

Youre a lame lol just like when we talked and you said.

'Hey man, veritas is just a character i play online. In real life im great person and a great friend if you get to know me.'

Lol lames gandolfini ass nigga.

What's a government cheese smoothie?

Not a good look my for the white LeBron James of psychology

The fuck you know about a good look? You've never had a good look at anything.

When you called me you tried to act tough amd hard and I shut you down with nothong more than the strength of my character in under a minute and you were telling me your excuse ridden life story. Confirm or deny?

Bitch.

Of course you would lie about not feeling any injury, as lies are an everyday part of your life.In fact, you would not be able to function at all with out the trusted repertoire of lies you tell yourself daily as you consciously choke back the tears.Ahem…. You have so much cellulite it looks like life whipped you with a gang of rusty waffle irons.Your nipples look like an orangutangs’.I hate to imagine you taking a shit.You look gross.Your face is a travesty and you have a fat voice.The worst part about you is that you think that you front like the lies you tell are true, but we know better don’t we joseph…..dont we?No one gets like you without practice.You have practiced beinga lazy slob for the past 15 years and you deserve every bit of the shit that life spews upon you out of it’s bleached asshole.WAKE UP MAN.You aint getting any younger,.You have very little time until life closes the doorand you realize that you truly have nothing to offer.You have nothing a woman would want but a good laugh.You have no skills, and are a physical liability.You will remain a loser for your entire life.You will die an empty meaningless life and no one will care.Look at you.Youhave practiced making excuses as the pounds crept on.You have practiced blaming others for your own shortcomings and failures.This niggardly behavior makes me want to smash your face with a bowling ball filled with AIDS.I hope you get AIDS.You look like a mutated walrus in the face.Your armpits are a haven of bacteria, which is an accurate metaphor for your life…the pits.This is because you are a fat fake.Who fakes that the fat is phat and that the funk is phunk, but it aint, and you know it, you just too hoe to show it girl.I want to molest your neck fat with screwdrivers.I hope when you die your family can’t afford the large casket that is required to bury you so they opt for cremation, but instead, your corpse is allowed to provide shelter for all of the fucks that I do not give about your life.You are nearly thirty and you have no education.You have no money.Nohing that matters in life is a part of your life.I hate that you have to go thru such an elaborate procedure when you jerk off every moring and night.You are a welfare receiving dirt bag.You spent our tax dollars on crap to stuff your shitty face and then have ugly bowel movements that your girth, inhibiting your range of motion, means that you are unable to reach properly to clean…so you are forced to take frequent shame showers.You pathetic excuse making mediocre waste of breath!I wish your uncle would have kept sodomizing you and filmed it, so that I could beat off to it, no homo.Let us be honest, nothing you say can hurt me, and with just a few words I can put your whole pathetic life into a box and then skeet on it, and send it to you via fed ex along with a book of food stamps as well as a healthy portion of off for your to fuck.Fuck your tits you bitch ass tomatoe facedcock strainer.You will not win.All you can do is talk shit and or take it like a bitch. These pockets will not hold themselves coward.Grow up, get a job.You look like Oswald cobblepots retarded son who was the result of magic gay sex between him and danny bonaduechi.I will castrate your life and store it in a jar.Your whole character is a fraud, a charade.When you freestyled in the car on that video it was obvious that your subconscious is dying to expose your inner faggotry.I do not respect you.No one does.You are not worth life.

If I ever speak to u I will G the fuck outta ur bald self u midget looking self check in hotel freakazoid

wtf do you know about a good look?
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Deny lol how delusional are you.

Didn't read the walls of txt tho.

7176988848

Whenever you want the life story again.

Ok I am calling now.

Nik I dare youm 6019173913

That number is missing a digit joe.

Nvm I called. Left you a message.

deaddddd

Bags...joe metts and i talked. I asked him to punch you in the face for me. I think he agreed.

U think?

Where was the confusion?