You guys would believe me if I told you which/how many aliases I control. I'm not going to tell you though, it's a bit messy right now. Fartknocker, please come back on your "jenny" profile and lose the other ones. Deb, it's pretty uncharacteristic of you to insult someone. Much less swear. Arseface, give it up. I know the truth, when the time comes, I will reveal it. Until then shut your face, and don't let me hear you again.
"Powers which you cannot even begin to comprehend are at work here." -pinnochio (or is it?)
Remember how one of you said that badlywipedbuttocks is not certain people he stated he was because of his personality? I have changed the way I acted for every alias. It's impossible to guess who I am. It's like being in fog: your perspective always suggests you are in a clear spot. But you aren't. Good luck.
Grettings from I, King sarengo. Yarr, polur baurs are un great pain, yarr. Dey steal der fish, it take many of our Bloodwarriors to sley dem. Sometimes ve must use archurs.
Yarr, fartknocker, Mebbe I make file today, but I ave been ere for avile. I know dat you are really fartknocker. You should use juvst use de vun person, und drop othars.
And we no take peasvants. Onler slaves. Yes, we could use another slave.
Ve need to finish de obsarvatun tower out by dar osean, and undfortunadly, un of mine dom Slavewarders beat one to death de othar day cuz de slave not working.
Yarr, we need more to finish in time.
This looks like a good time to say something. On that note: pinnochio, cool off. Ha, attitude to you. I like that. pureferret: don't overdo it, that could get annoying real fast. If it does, your head might pop off. And it DEFINATELY won't be my fault. Obvious-aliases, go away.
I've been watching for the last half hour~/~ forty-five minutes. Welcome, King Sarengo. Wiccanmartyr, don't go bossing everyone around. (I don't think kingey-boy would like that, he IS king, after all.)
Sorry you hear that, I'll make sure we have a vid on how to deal with brown bears that escape next time ;) Until then accept my apology and let me wish you the best.
kutnahora, I'm warning you: keep a low profile. This is not a good time. This is coming from me as a friend. I DID take your advice, although I didn't need it. I know everything more or less going on here. You have been smart, I know you are smart, but now is the time to act. Or rather, not act. There's a message for you and only you here. You will see it, I know you will, but FOLLOW it.
I'm serious. This is the do or die point, kutnahora, and I need you to do. I'd like to say your a comrade in this, but I need your verification. If no, then pleasure serving with you, and I'll have to shoot you down myself.
Standard escaped animal drill: It will take out some customers and you'll need to deal with that, and you need to mobilize the guy with the tranquilizer darts to take it down and quick. (Tranquilizer darts take a while to take effect, so normally the guy has two guns: One with darts, the other with bullets in case things get out of hand.) There is actually a little armored golf cart at my zoo that the gunman drives, a polar bear would go right through that windshield.
I dig the fact that they've got a guy with a costume to play the roll of the escaped animal, it is a nice touch.
From what I have read, I would guess that it started with a special education (summer class) from some Christian school, and then has spread to other children.
My guess (from the spelling and content) is that they are mostly around eight years old, but no more than ten, because that is the age when children are obsessed with their feces, and genitalia and want to share this (new) discovery with the world.
If these yellow men tried to trap my pup in their big nets, I would roll on them instantly, crushing the breath from their quivering bodies. If they tried to take me to one of their zoos, I would pulverize them with my hugeness until none of them walked the earth.
Oh noble elephantseal!
I too would make these oriental dwarves suffer agonies. After ripping their limbs off with my razor-sharp fangs, I would drink the blood from their twitching forms, slurping horribly as the life force oozed from them. I would snigger inwardly at their discomfort.
For those of you that are weak minded, this is pinnochio speaking. Also now pinocchio, since kutnahora (i.e. fartknocker) was dumb enough to guess the obvious. Now my plan involves one of two things she can do right now, either way I win. Oh yeah, and I pinnochio made pureferret. Just havin' fun with the accent. Now this is not me pinnochio confessing to being fartknocker, this is me on her file. I know her pass as well. I knew it before she told everyone. So, if you are confused right now, you can stay that way. I don't give a shit.
And why would it be necessary to trust anyone on Glumbert? Here's my address and phone number - 86 Bollox Street, Canterbury. 003627789251 Please don't kill me, oh no!!!!!!
Then go hide in the closet little girl. Kutnahora. I'm gonna cal you infinity. It fits. So from now on: infinity= fartknocker/kutnahora/jenny/caunk1963/miteruct/porchmonkey/scab/dripdic/pertergriffin/freetode1962/ihateinfinity/infinty/
And through it all, your best insult is "come eat some fuck."
Buttocks, how about a nice big helping of crash-and-burn? I'll let you help. All you gotta do is throw your best at the big bullseye I just painted on infinity's face.
Lets see here, where should we start? Your face? how bad you smell? how much of a wuss you are? Lets start with... Ah! I know, how smart you are. I.e. how Not smart you are.
Infinity, before you go tell mummy that the bully is picking on you again, I would suggest you get some schooling so you can tattle on me with proper English.
Then again, if mummy cared little enough about you to put you in your mid-life-crisis at age three, she probably ain't gonna give a shit that someones telling the truth about you. Pathetic little puddle of piss.
And if you inapp my comments, you aren't fit to live. That would be the ultimate sign of defeat. And I'll have these pasted into word so I can put them right back. ; )
Now, infinity: on to the matter of whupin' your ass. I decided next we should make a list of all the adjectives that describe you. You are: A sniveling, rotted, spoiled, abused, beaten, cowardly, retarded, shit-packing, mother-fucking, sodomizing, crawling, gutless, foolish, useless, bitchy, twice bereaved misused son-of-a-bitch shit stain on the wall of a public restroom.
Poor, poor infinity. I'll clarify for anyone confused: Thats my old pinnochio (the one I stupidly spelled wrong) and this is the new one. I made the old one with a password kutnahora could guess, and that's all I'm saying for now.
OK wooden nose! Here goes. Infinity and all your aliases - you are a pathetic slimy rancid cunt-faced tiny-dicked son of a gonorrhea-riddled Latvian pimp. Your humor is humorless, your intellect that of a spastic retard. Your physical features resemble an orc and your breath smells like the Detroit sewers in a heatwave. Your social skills match those of a wolverine in heat. Your eating habits are like those of a two-year-old mongol. When you wipe your ass, your hands get covered in your own shit and your mom has to wash them for you. The most difficult book you've read is Noddy. Your computer keyboard is covered in wank stains from when you watch kiddie porn. Is that enough to be going on with?
Now, infinity: on to the matter of whupin' your ass. I decided next we should make a list of all the adjectives that describe you. You are: A sniveling, rotted, spoiled, abused, beaten, cowardly, retarded, shit-packing, mother-fucking, sodomizing, crawling, gutless, foolish, useless, bitchy, twice bereaved misused son-of-a-bitch shit stain on the wall of a public restroom.
Oh, by the way, be more specific. Like: Infinity, your features resemble an orc that has been beaten for not giving your father an orgasm quick enough during last nights blow job.
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