******** you.
******** you friends of Kraze. I have no god damned clue who you are, and already I want to ******** grab the stick of doom and beat some sense into your dull and empty heads you were gifted with. Do you ******** "friends" have any common sense? Or did you sell it as long with your soul for cheap chocolate?
Your lack of common sense and your rise of idiotic-ness never gave you the right to go and write him a letter explaining "how you didn't want to be his friend" and all this bullshit how you hated him and didn't want to be around him. By killing a part of him...you've killed a part of me.
The most important rule and concept:
******** with my friends, and you ******** with me.
You ex-friends of someone who is CARING and NICE, I hope you burn in hell. I hope a bus hits you and you die a god damned bloody death. Or maybe you can "accidently fall on a knife" that some other smart person planted carfully as he or she pushed you. Maybe that person will be a form of Karma. Or just an regular person on a murderous revenge.
Either way...
BURN
IN
HELL
You HURT MY FRIEND AGAIN, and I will take a trip and get my own revenge.
 Silversan · Tue Mar 08, 2005 @ 08:17pm · 0 Comments |
