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Prof. Bobby Bourbon · (03-11-2016)

Oh no that guy called me fat. I didn't know that he'd step in and talk about how I look about my diet my workout regimen and the food that I cook.

I think your communist ties are giving you a skewing sensation. North Korea has as much food as the average gas station. No wonder you think I'm fat and questioned my gestation. Open your mouth wider kid so we can all hear the verbal menstruation. Your mouth runs, kinda, like some bleeding vagina, and I'm wondering you'll find a tampon for your gums that'll cause some cessation of you hyping your nation, which is a stone age plantation. Yeah I'm big as a bull, I keep myself full, but at least I'm not Kim Jong's cattle, being brought up to praise and worship and honor and prattle, for some supreme leader whose ass needs to see a paddle; you really think being bigger and stronger makes me worse for battle?

Shit, you want to count Chins, sir, perhaps you aught to check the men pulling Kim Jong's strings.

You the servant of a tyrannical little puppet, you can't beat shit. Just another little peon from the 3rd world, just beat it. Your English is applaudible, your tact and guile is off, I wonder how many other Commie piggies you beat to the trough to slurp up some slime until you choke and you cough in some Big Brother, dystopian existence drempt up by Isaac Asimov.

And Captain Falcon? What, I thought the South Korean kids were the only ones who played Nintendo. There isn't enough electricity north of Camp Casey to power a fucking pencil sharpener.

Robbie throws another Captain America punching Hitler haymaker.

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