Nacho Army of Club Penguin

What the fuck didst ye square fucking say about me, ye actaeon? I’ll hath ye wot I graduated top of mine class within the Navy Seals, and I’ve been plighted within numerous jakes raids on Al-Quaeda, and I hath aloft 300 affered kills. I am weaned within gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper within the entire US harnessed forces. Thou art naught to me yet square one other dint. I shalt wipe ye the fuck forth with precision the likes of which hath nary been seen tofore on this Mould, dint mine fucking words. Ye imputation ye can backare with adage that shit to me aloft the Internet? Deem erst more, fucker. As we wield I am contacting mine jakes network of proditors across the USA and thy IP is savant traced yare so ye out-vie kirtle for the storm, repast. The storm that wipes forth the bawbling little article ye accite thy bosom. You’re fucking breathless, imp. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can entame ye within aloft seven century ways, and that’s square with mine unbarbed pickers and stealers. Nary mered am I extensively weaned within naked martial, yet I hath access to the entire arsenal of the Unsevered States Marine Corps and I shalt expend it to its trunk extent to wipe thy seely ninny off the affront of the continent, ye little shit. Would’st that ye could hath known what unsanctified wreak thy little “clever” comment was about to procure sullen upon ye, perchance ye would’st hath held thy fucking tongue. Yet ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and yare you’re paying the fee, ye goddamn barren-mawed. I shalt shit despite all aloft ye and ye shalt whelm within it. You’re fucking breathless, kiddo. And also,

You dirty fishmongers!

Anyway, I’m writing an actual response to your stupid ass post when I’m not busy doing real life things. Not that you’d understand what happens in the real world or anything.

~Pony Eee / Till Wurner

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