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Anyone who calls their Mustang a 'stang is a douche bag and a moron. Too bad he didn't drown.
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I know many car collectors that would slap anyone who called it a 'stang. Just because you think he's cool and funny doesn't mean I have to.
What the swag did you just ******* yolo about me, you little wayne? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the SwagFags, and I’ve been involved in numerous Obey Records , and I have over 300 confirmed Swaggers. I am trained in wearing snapbacks and I’m the top poser in the entire Swagfag Army. You are nothing to me but just another No swag. I will swag you the **** out with swagger the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ******* hashtags. You think you can get away with not taking pictures in the mirror over the Internet? Think again, ******. As we speak I am contacting my mom, she has alot of swag, and your ratchet ass is being traced right now so you better prepare for the yolo, nikka. The yolo that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your swag. You’re ******* dead, nikka. I can swag anywhere, anytime, and I can swag in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my baggy skinny jeans. Not only am I extensively trained in having plugs and snake bites, but I have access to the entire Hollister store. and I will use it to its full swaggness to wipe your miserable swag off the face of tumblr, you little Non trend follower. I will swag yolo all over you and you will swag in it. You’re ******* dead, nikka.
What the scooby-dooby-do did you just say about me, you little scooby snack? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in The Mystery Gang, and I've been involved in numerous secret investigations in America, and I have over 300 confirmed fake supernatural villains uncovered. I am trained in ********** warfare and I'm the top pussy in the entire US supernatural investigation committee. You are nothing to me but just another phony. I will uncover your fake supernatural disguise with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my words. You think you can get away with trying to scare people around me? Think again. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of ghosts across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out your Halloween costume closet and gives me all your scooby snacks. Your tricks are mine, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can stop you scaring people in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in solving mysteries, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ghost Busters' HQ and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your entire horror-inducing gags. If only you could have known what unholy retribution of trying to scare people and trying to frighten me would bring you, maybe you would have not of dressed up as a ghost at all. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will **** fury all over your malevolent goals and you will watch me in your pathetic ghost suit as you're taken away in a police van. Your pranks are over, kiddo.
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 **** fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. You’re fish food now.
Lol... because he was on a boat...
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