I spend a lot of time with my own thoughts. It sure beats listening to the whining and bitching of other people.
Oh fuck are you serious?
Someone is going to nuke us?
The post apocalyptic wasteland?
Life will be so incredibly different that I don’t think I’ll be able to cope.
Why is your name Fanboy of Levels Mare Milky Pony Teats?
You’re right, I am “too damn to spell”.
It’s one fucking letter, you fuckwad. What do you have against the alphabet?
If they weren’t ugly, they wouldn’t be hiding themselves would they?
By telling them the truth mostly.
The truth usually being that they’re ugly idiots who don’t deserve to breathe my air.
Who the fuck is he.