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The enforceable truth of a succumbing bastard


well, lemme see… a few days ago i have encountered an online bullying experience of my own, care of by a cum sucking dick face indian, yeah sorry if i said that in a very wrong tone (no racism intended..i love indian people except him), but yeah im so pissed off right now…i cant seem to erase the fact that a super arrogant two face bitch who tweeted me and ask me a favor to get a brain can go to hell now…well who the hell is he in the first place...he said not so good things about me, which is obviously in a very hating tone ..well i forgive maybe him... it is his lack of sex, love life and social life that unforeseeably lead him to be hater of sorts, which only made him feel very superior to all people around him..i just dont like the way he talks to people and all he does is contradict every argument or rants they have, how dare he be like that when in the first place he is not from here, he should have been more leaner to us who are native people of this country, like in the cases of animals in the wild.. you're not in your territory bastard..haha!..one more thing that really made me mad is he calling me a bitch, a hoe and a slut..good for him huh...didnt even thought that those are somewhat synonyms... *fuckery*


i wish he would be this cool like the people from his country...with no attitude problems.

hmmm...so whoever is reading this which i bet no one is …i would like to say a disclaimer, that this is my blog and whether you like it or not i would say anything i want..you can die a natural death by being pissed of with this random rants i have but yeah welcome to the real world, mind your own business people…make a blog.

so back to my topic, this unknown human being is slowly alienating my mother land with what he calls proper intellect...he also thinks that everything he says or do would just simply stumble anyone to death with his righteousness, defenseless on my side i bet he can now sip on his own karma..i wish him goodluck and i would just awesomely wait for the day that life would slap him in the face like a bastard allergic with salmon drooling over his allergic metaphors of unknown rashes in his mouth..and die because of suffocation..yeah…im that kind..come to think of it..i could just simply wish him hit by a truck or be killed by my people..i could simply do that with just a text a way…but i opted not to coz it'll probably be a better idea to inhale his blood be drifted in the rails of an old of a house hunted by his fucking ancestors wishing their holy pet cow an awesome sleep…


well enough for this rants, i better be back on watching episodes of my beloved big bang theory than writing nonsense about this man…

but for the last time…
i wish that he be careful…cause he simply don't know who is messing up with…
<insert evil laugh here> ahihi!


all the love,
your awesome detractor…

N.

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  1. I'd say, similar to what gladiator viewers shout on losers begging for their lives, KILL!

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