DirtyJosé
Best angle of all: retirement
Fuck blood, I wanna see some internal organs coughed up. Have this out so we can get to the make up orgy already.
Bloodbath: Doc vs. Crock
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Mr. Artistic guy
Better Off This Way
This is tasty.
Serious Mozzarella
Special Victims Unit
I have a feeling this is going to turn awesome.
I know I'm betraying their confidence here, but this is getting dire. Both Doc and Dave have spoken to me about how desperate Crock comes off both in his quest for a bold name and WZCW success. Crock should be angry that these people he trusts and who he may consider friends are willing to talk so much shit behind his back to a guy like me. They're two-faced. I can only imagine what those cowards are afraid to say to my face. Over the internet.
Hey, Sly, that was only once, and it was an experiment.
Aaaanyway, let me tell you how I feel about you: You're the only one in this old world that's pure, and good, and right. Wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light.
Haha, just kidding, ******. You're a fucking douchebag that would have been better off swallowed, or more likely spat all over the pavement in the back alley where you were conceived.
Now, Crocky, let me tell you something about yourself: Whether it is because you have been repped or complimented repeatedly, or if it's just because of your personality, you are arrogant. Apart from the Great Wall of China, your head is the only man-made structure astronauts can see from space. You think you're the best poster ever and are so awesome, huh? Don't bother answering that, because it's rhetorical. Anyone with half a fucking brain can see that your opinion of yourself is elevated to the point of absurdity. It's in the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself. You get so worked up at the smallest perceived slight, because you're so worried about falling, even just a little, in the eyes of anyone.
I can tell, Crock. I can tell that you're just scrabbling and begging for attention, for approval. You just want to be loved, because your fragile ego just can't bear anything else. This isn't a good combination. In fact, it's a pretty pathetic one. There are people who laugh at you. They may tolerate you, maybe even be nice to you, but in the backs of their minds they see you for how you are - or at least how you are now. You may think you're hiding it, but all this desperation leaves a stain on all your posts, and no detergent gets it out.
And you know how I know how you are?
Because I used to be there, Crock. I was pathetic, only wanting approval. The slightest compliment would bolster my spirits, and cause my head to swell just that much. I couldn't stand to be talked down to, to have anything remotely negative slung my way. From offhand comments, to constructive criticism, everything was cause for outrage. And then I received a cold, hard dose of reality from one Slyfox696. He opened my eyes to show me the sniveling worm I had become on here. And when I realized this, I could move on, move upwards. And now? Now, I'm doing just fine.
Now, if it were just you being pathetic, you'd be tolerable. Amusing, even. But no, you're so much more. Or, less, I suppose. You see, you're boring.
There are a million of you out there. A million of you to show up, act like a bit of a dick, talk about sex and pumping iron, insulting others' virginity in order to compensate for your own lonely little social lives, being another one of those sycophantic vanilla midgets with no personality to call their own. You have nothing that truly defines you. You could disappear tomorrow and the only thing about you that would be missed would be having someone here from Utah. You are utterly replaceable. And that's the saddest part of all.
You're not cool.
You're not important.
Have a nice day.
Doug took it and then turned into FalKon. Ask one of them.
It's raining and I'm studying for my History test tomorrow. I'm actually going out right now to watch TE and RAW with friends.
Aaaanyway, let me tell you how I feel about you: You're the only one in this old world that's pure, and good, and right. Wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light.
Haha, just kidding, ******. You're a fucking douchebag that would have been better off swallowed, or more likely spat all over the pavement in the back alley where you were conceived.
Now, Crocky, let me tell you something about yourself: Whether it is because you have been repped or complimented repeatedly, or if it's just because of your personality, you are arrogant. Apart from the Great Wall of China, your head is the only man-made structure astronauts can see from space. You think you're the best poster ever and are so awesome, huh? Don't bother answering that, because it's rhetorical. Anyone with half a fucking brain can see that your opinion of yourself is elevated to the point of absurdity. It's in the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself. You get so worked up at the smallest perceived slight, because you're so worried about falling, even just a little, in the eyes of anyone.
I can tell, Crock. I can tell that you're just scrabbling and begging for attention, for approval. You just want to be loved, because your fragile ego just can't bear anything else. This isn't a good combination. In fact, it's a pretty pathetic one. There are people who laugh at you. They may tolerate you, maybe even be nice to you, but in the backs of their minds they see you for how you are - or at least how you are now. You may think you're hiding it, but all this desperation leaves a stain on all your posts, and no detergent gets it out.
And you know how I know how you are?
Because I used to be there, Crock. I was pathetic, only wanting approval. The slightest compliment would bolster my spirits, and cause my head to swell just that much. I couldn't stand to be talked down to, to have anything remotely negative slung my way. From offhand comments, to constructive criticism, everything was cause for outrage. And then I received a cold, hard dose of reality from one Slyfox696. He opened my eyes to show me the sniveling worm I had become on here. And when I realized this, I could move on, move upwards. And now? Now, I'm doing just fine.
Now, if it were just you being pathetic, you'd be tolerable. Amusing, even. But no, you're so much more. Or, less, I suppose. You see, you're boring.
There are a million of you out there. A million of you to show up, act like a bit of a dick, talk about sex and pumping iron, insulting others' virginity in order to compensate for your own lonely little social lives, being another one of those sycophantic vanilla midgets with no personality to call their own. You have nothing that truly defines you. You could disappear tomorrow and the only thing about you that would be missed would be having someone here from Utah. You are utterly replaceable. And that's the saddest part of all.
You're not cool.
You're not important.
Have a nice day.
shattered dreams
Hexagonal Hedonist
Real Housewives of Wrestlezone
A shattered dreams Production
A shattered dreams Production
On a street corner in Utah a confused young person is doing a mime routine in full bodypaint. Around the corner walks someone you would be hard pressed to care about wearing a shirt that says future mod with an arrow pointing up. As he strolls by thinking up ways to work high school football into conversations the mime out of nowhere says, "you are not cool." They sissyfight for a few minutes and throw wine in eachothers faces. In the midst of this a portly looking fellow that bears a strong resemblance to a toad with admin tattooed on his arm sneaks out and puts a you wish sign on the back of the shirt. He then shuffles back into the darkness to shower and think about wrestling. The slapping ends when it comes to the attention of the "combatants" that the mime has a raging boner. Ashamed at his premarital homosexual tendencies he does the robot towards the nearest children's television show to rid himself of attempted adulthood #3568 or to finally get started on his sexual predator rapsheet.
tune in next week: menstrual blood visits the zoo
edit:
I nailed the line without even knowing about doc latest postFunKay the Inevitable
People Like Me, We Don't Play
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Via Armbar
Has a pretty good dick.
Here I sit, flaccid penis in hand, with the distinct taste of disappointment in my mouth.
Lee
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it's Supermod!
That's what she said.
Via Armbar
Has a pretty good dick.
Xemmy
of the Le'beau family
Via Armbar
Has a pretty good dick.
This is quite similar to having two of your buddies, both of whom you like, about to throw down fistacuffs and trying to hold them back and trying to convince them that no one should fight because everyone's friends here. But really...you secretly hope one of them slips past you when you aren't paying attention and starts throwing leather because you really wanna find out who the better fighter is.
And of course afterwards you'll be like ''Ahh come on guys, not cool. Let's just get along'' but in your head you're like ''Fuck yeah I knew he would beat his ass''.
And of course afterwards you'll be like ''Ahh come on guys, not cool. Let's just get along'' but in your head you're like ''Fuck yeah I knew he would beat his ass''.
Serious Mozzarella
Special Victims Unit
Yeah, Crock. Call him a virgin again!
you're such a shit poster, Chuh....shit, I can't go through that without feeling like I pushed a mongoloid down some stairs.
When Puerto Rico becomes a state come and talk to me.
I'm not good at coming up with my own insults against my bro.
we're going a better job, though. FOR SURE.
