Go ahead rub our noses in it. I wouldn't expect anything less from trash
17 you. Period. You're a perfect example of everything wrong with this 17ing world. HITLER HAD THE RIGHT IDEA! HE WAS JUST AN UNDERACHEIVER! KILL 'EM ALL ADOLPH, ALL OF OF 'EM. JEW, MEXICAN, BLACK, WHITE! START OVER, THE EXPERIMENT DIDN'T WORK! START OVER! RAIN 40 DAYS, PLEASE RAIN, AND WASH THESE TURDS OUT OF MY LIFE! I PRAY TO YOU GOD TO KILL THIS 17ING PERSON!
Free bird. Free bird. Whoops, sorry, wrong meeting. Channeled Bill Hicks there for a moment.
But seriously, for telling me to rub your noses in it, because you assume I'm trash, go 17 yourself, preferably on a nice big lightning bolt. See if you can win yourself a Darwin award and remove your ignorant 17ing *** from the gene pool. Seriously, go 17 yourself. Better still, kill yourself. You have nothing, NOTHING to add to humanity, you ignorant, inbred piece of ****.
You've inspired my next one-man show, but I don't think it'll play well in Starkville. It's called "Let's spend one minute with Homer." Pretty straight-forward concept about my life in a nice, normal, happy home. "Hey folks, um, mamma never beat me and daddy never 17ed me. Goodnight." Yeah, tried it once, couple MS folks said "Hey, great show. Lost my attention though. But are you serious about your daddy not 17ing you?" Starting to think OleYeller might've been that attendee who asked me that question.
I'm sorry folks. That was directed at the inbred retard who decided to call me trash. Not at you good, gentle, MSU folk.
Fear not. I've got a story for you as well. So anyway, I once found myself at the Starkville Waffle House. I'm not proud of it but I was hungry. Waitress comes up to me. I'm reading a book. She asks "tsk, tsk, tsk. What you readin' for?" Not, "What are you reading," but, "What are you reading FOR?" Well damn if she didn't stump me. I read for a lot of reasons. One is so I don't become a waffle waitress. Trucker in the next booth gets up and says "Well, looks like we got ourselves a readah."