Ran out of things to say? I HAD THE LAST POST IN THIS THREAD, you fucking mouth-breathing retard. Do you like it, you piece of afterbirth with legs? People on other message boards are now making fun of you.

God, I hope you get a job mowing lawns like the rest of the Wiggers that make it to 22 without dying from air pistol kickback. I want to grab a fucking lawnmower and run you down, you semen-caked git. If we ever bring back the lynch mob laws in this country, you'd be the first one hanging from a tree like the fruit that you are. It'd be a fucking public service, and this time when you're hanging from a pole, your stepdad won't be there to give you a reach around.