Originally Posted by
Josh
I piss on your rhymes.
In these times you need to supply more than prepackaged lines and childish insults.
Do I contain more talent in this embarasing state of utter intoxication that I currently maintain than you?
I declaration: Don't hate.
If you were to count up every lonley evening cumshot made into the comfort of your tube sock, translate that waste into daggers to express your hate like some sad camkid with three quarter shots of his head on the world wide web you could not begin to even comprehend this kind of dialog.
We're talking about the difference between digital and analog.
