This is true, this is fact. Now I'm gonna wreck your mind with my trusty bat. I don't like you at my door. I don't even like you when I club you and make you fall to the floor. I don't like you with cancer. Truth be told, I'm likely laughing at you while sticking a dollar in the thong of a dancer. I don't like you on my car. I still don't like you even though I'll likely throw you off into a pit of tar. I don't like you with a knife. I will however make fun of you because you'll never have a wife. I don't like you goddammit, why can't you see? Now give me your best shot while I go pee.
Sorry eh. [me=Stanley Richards]steps down[/me] [me=Stanley Richards]tries to land an uppercut on Reider[/me]
I'm not sure whether this is the right thing to do. But I lack the energy to think it through. I don't like you reading over my shoulder. I don't like you when your attitude turns colder. I didn't like you when youre nana died on my floor. I don't like you when you slam down on her arse with the oven door. I don't like you when you roll her flat. I don't feel comfortable with you doing stuff like that. I never did like you to this moment now, your nana in a pie tastes better than cow
