A lil shit talking is cute, but when it fucking affects another persons life, and work.... And you KNOW.... stop.
Just fucking stop.
Mia, it's pointless, he's like a rabid dog deluded by his own imaginary grandeur & obviously doesn't care about his own already horrible reputation. On the lighter side, it's comical and it reminds me of that scene in Monty Python's Holy Grail where they lop the guy's arm off and he keeps attacking then they cut his other arm off, and he keeps wanting to fight and then they chop off his legs and then.....well, you probably get the picture. It's even laughable how Kurt threatens with me those submission holds he puts on his boyfriends because I'd mace the motherfucker at first threat and I doubt those tacky elvis shades could stop it. Once his eyes start tearing as he hilariously gasps for air I'd instinctively calculate my next strike.
LEt's see... you've threatened me with an Asp, and now Mace. But strangely, never hand to hand combat? Why is that? Because you are so morbidly obese that you would be winded after less than one minute? That you are so morbidly obese that you're as slow as molasses in winter? Because you are so morbidly obese that WITHOUT any type of weapon you have zero hope at all? Must be tough to be as big a pussy as you are Smuttie. Smut
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