Netcees - 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.