Originally posted by RavelloHe started to slowly die, a bit every day, when the badger and his
63 pages thread? and he isn't even dead yet?
minion went out on a crusade against Bob. Today, the culprits sit at the
corner table of the roadside inn's pub, drinking ale and telling tall tales
of pillaging and rape in far away lands, while Bob lingers in his
deathbed, crucified by the piercing interrogations and hurtful words of a
pair of cowards.
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Originally posted by SeitseTell us again how you and Grampy Bobby laughed as friends when you chatted about how you thought "the best way to shut him up" was to "exhume the body of his dead wife and sodomise it in every orrifice and puke in the skull". I bet you guys rolled with laughter.
He started to slowly die, a bit every day, when the badger and his
minion went out on a crusade against Bob. Today, the culprits sit at the
corner table of the roadside inn's pub, drinking ale and telling tall tales
of pillaging and rape in far away lands, while Bob lingers in his
deathbed, crucified by the piercing interrogations and hurtful words of a
pair of cowards.
Originally posted by divegeesterDo you get some kind of macabre thrill out of repeating this over and over again and again? Once was enough dumb*ss, give it a rest.
Tell us again how you and Grampy Bobby laughed as friends when you chatted about how you thought "the best way to shut him up" was to "exhume the body of his dead wife and sodomise it in every orrifice and puke in the skull". I bet you guys rolled with laughter.
