Life Deforming: This... This was supposed to break the net?

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

This... This was supposed to break the net?

Look at that, won't you? What fucking planet was I on when some ugly gypsy or whatever the fuck, with a bulbous, fat ass rose to a level of stardom that she would even in jest make that kind of prediction?! (Well, she is a gypsy...) I know HOW she got famous, I just cannot figure out for the life of fucking christ how her and her fucking family have become part of the fabric of American culture! All they do is fuck! Where are the lynch mobs looking for this bitch? Where are the good ol'boys ready to chop that monstrosity off her backside and feed it to Billy Joe Bob Henry Frank and Peggy Sue with the gimp leg?! Come on guys! She's destroying the moral fiber of your country! And she fucks black guys to boot! Isn't there something in the bible about that?! Disappointing to say the least, Farmer Fred...

I've seen the pictures, the sex tapes, vomitted, watched thirty seconds of their stupid show, contemplated suicide and then I decided she should be dead, not me. Oh, and North is her child's name. North... Probably her favorite direction to face while even the biggest, blackest dick tries to find it's way through that mess of... whatever.

I want to stab it with two big pins and watch her buzz around in fart circles until she explodes. Pfffffffffttttttttttt!!!!!! BOOM!!!

~A~

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AdraFebruary 10, 2015 at 12:54 AM
Actually I could not stand the North thing either. North...West. Yes. North West. Imagine how much shit a kid with that dumb ass name would get made fun of in a world where she wasn't covered in money.... Just as bad as this family whose kids I went to school with, last name Snow. Guess what the kids got: Windy Snow, Stormy Snow, on and on. I think they had five. Or those other shitheads who call their kid Candy Cane, or my heinous ex-husband, who is so convinced of his own godhood that he called his kids (I shit you not) Athena and Apollo Jenkins. Just chew on that stupidity for a second. Apollo......Jenkins. Yeah. Kinda makes me want to smash my ex's head into a wall. Repeatedly.
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Reibun~February 10, 2015 at 10:09 AM
The thing with the celebrity children is their parents can afford to send them to private schools with the other unfortunate victims of this new age name game where they can all just shell each other with insults all day. That reality show premiers on Bravo next month.

Your ex is a total jackoff, there is no question. Those kids are gonna be tortured into therapy. I really wish people would think of their children in the longterm and their own experiences with how cruel children can be before slapping a permanent "Kick Me" sign on their offspring's backs...

~A~
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