Sorry, I couldn't hear your last insult with all those dicks clogging your mouth.
Although your presence on the forums is quite active, you're personality and posts are too boring for me to really remember who you are to really so I can say something mean about you.
The only thing you're good for is drawing hobo comics that are ultimately useless beyond a good chuckle.
You are the cancer that eats away at the thin membrane separating my sanity and a killing spree. You are a pestilent bulge upon the rotting flesh of a reanimated corpse with my boot lodged in it's sternum. You are the infinite points in a many-dimensional probability space representing the universe that describe a horrific end to all that is good. The only redeemable fiber in your being is the shit you excrete, which fertilizes the plants at your feet. I hope you rot in agony for an eternity, unable to move and forever conscious of the tortured screams of every victim of your existence.
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Your faces should be more like this:
Zoidberg suits you pretty well, it's amazing you can even use a computer without trying to eat it.
And you Sonic... plain old FUCK YOU, I hope you get space herpes.
That's my cat telling you to fuck off.