"You're really grasping, it's fucking sad. Your ears weren't bleeding, you didn't have a clone or whatever that stupid shit was. Hold on, I said shit, don't go getting any ideas, shitcreek. You keep them ass cheeks together and don't let any of your fecal matter drip down them. Jesus, keep it together, Fecal Fornicator. You sick fucker.
Also, this is the exact phrase you're trying so very hard to fuck up, but failing.
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Know why you're failing to fuck it up? Because you're a fucking moron. Plain and simple. You couldn't figure out how to convince us you weren't a liar, you couldn't figure out how to convince us that you're not a massive fraud and piece of shit, and you also couldn't convince us that you're man enough to go after the title without digging it out of the trash. You also couldn't convince us you shouldn't be mocked for crying because Lane took your title. How you managed to survive this long without choking to death on your own spit is amazing to me. There was some jokes about Radio being too stupid to figure out a can of coke or a T-Shirt, but you really are. You fucking simple mother fucker.
I'm not going to keep explaining to you why you're so fucking wrong and , but you just are incapable of understanding it. You're god's joke on the world. He got so bored with humanity being entirely functional, so he made someone like you to shake things up. Some fucking piece of utterly ignorant and useless dried goat cum. Go away and die."