So true

No, no i haven't

you should

FAT BEN MADE POOP

Not true.

Discounting newfags, we have people who just like to follow the herd, the band wagoners, and the generally impressionable. As such, this cannot count for the totality of thumbs received.

Not to mention people who purposely log off their accounts and post as anon to try and make some sort of point.

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and raped over 300 wenches. I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now

What in the name of Talos did you just say about me, milk drinker? I'll have you know I'm a general in the Stormcloak army, and I've led countless raids on the Aldmeri Dominion, and killed over 300 imperial bastards. I'm trained in city guarding and I'm the top class two-handed in all of Skyrim. You are nothing to me but another filthy pickpocket. I will wipe you the fuck out with Thu'ums the likes of which have never been seen before in all of Tamriel, mark my workds. You think you can get away with saying that to me through a courier? Think again, snow-back. As we speak, I am contacting the dark brotherhood agents across Skyrim and your schedule is being traced right now so you better prepare for the Stormcloaks, snowberry. The axe that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're dead, kid. I can fast travel anywhere, anytime, and I can score critical hits in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with heavy gauntlets on. Not only am I wearing enchanted armor, but I have access to an entire arsenal of master-level destructions spells that I learned at the college of Winterhold and I will use it to the last drops of my Magicka to turn your milk-drinking ass into ash, you filthy elf. If only you could have know what holy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you from the Nine Divines, maybe you would have curbed your tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you must either pay the bounty or forfeit your goods and go to prison. I will Fus'Ro'Dah all over your and you will fly for it. You're fucking dead, milk-drinker.

What the flip did thee just flipping gabble about me, thine miniscule bitch? I’ll have thee know I bested the most prestigious jousting class in the whole of Camelot, and I hath been involved in numerous secret marches on behalf of his Majesty, King Arthur, and I hath over 300 confirmed victories on horseback. I am trained in castle of Guerrilla warfare and I am indeed the highest ranking joustee in the entire land of Great Britannia. Thee are nothing to me but another false crossbearer. I will joust thine shambles with precision the likes of which hath never been observed in the King’s lands, mark my flipping words! Thou think thou can escape retribution by shouting that hogwash at me from afar? I implore thee to think again, peasant. As we converse I am contacting my secretive network of knights across the realm and thine footsteps are being traced right now, so thou best prepare thineself for the storm, pig-maggot! The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing thou call your armour. Thou art a flipping dead man. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill thou in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare lance. Not only am I extensively trained in mounted combat, but I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Kings Royal Army, and I shall use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable derriere off the face of the realm, thou miniscule feaces. If only thou could have foreseen what unholy retribution your little “clever” challenge was about to bring down upon thee, maybe thou would have held thee flipping tongue. But thou couldn’t, thou didn’t, and now thee art paying the price, you godd¬amn fool. I shall s¬hit fury all over thou britches and thee will drown in it. Thou art flipping dead, child.

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Is something wrong here FJ?

i couldnt read this whole thing because i am too lazy but im sure you had some good points and that pic is undeniably funny
take a thumb

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Forgot to sign in. So much fail.

I know you said not to, but I did it anyway... You were right. I'll never disobey you again.