Chat?

Pouring gas on a fire.

 

whoa whoa whoa I was at Beef O'Brady's trying to drink the game out of my mind, how did I get drug into this

I'm glad I wasn't there to witness the implosion though.

 

It really wasn't anything out of the ordinary for a loss. As I said, tharan is just trying to get attention.

 

I shut the game off after the 3rd quarter...kinda knew how the story would end.

 

Actually theranooo, or whatever it's name is, is upset because I make fun of him/her, whatever. And the post was completely INACCURATE.

It goes more like this. I get riled up, and Savio, Harwood and semper fi don't say ANYTHING at ALL during the chat, unless it's to talk to me. Bottom line is, I am never...ever...the first one to start it up. EVER.

They're obsession with me, particularly Savio's, and this is years old, mind you, is pathetic, but completely predictable. They even admitted toward the end, Savio did, that they dont CARE whether we win or lose. And furthermore, admitted that they pay more attention to ME, than the game.

Savio, semper fi, and Harwood are simply ******s for me. I don't get it. I don't care. But they watch Purrsecutioner more than they watch the Carolina Panthers, and that's a fact. Posters crushing over me has gotten a bit old. And I'm proud of 000 for making about ME this time, and not Collin, because while Savio and co. are on MY cock most of the time, God knows, Collin has his ******s who obsess over him too, and 000, we all know you're one of "those guys", or girls, or whatever. I'm glad I could take you off his back for a bit.

I mean...it got so bad, that they asked some random bitch who doesn't watch much football to come in and levy retarded insults at me, with Savio acting as commentator. Some of his anecdotes, included (and these were Savio's words, following something she said to me):

lol.

Ouch.

Burn.


There are so many piles of shit around here who pretend to be fans, I honestly don't expect anything else. There are good ones too, who sometimes tell me to can it. Collin, mvm, strat, hasbeen, B&B, pres99...but they know me, know I know tons about the game, and that it's theraputic for me to rant. And they don't get their fucking feelings hurt when I rant....like some of you total and complete goddamn pussies who try to masquerade as men. So anyway...

That's a more accurate version of the events.

 

I could see it if you came in at the end of the game, but when it's as soon as I enter, and I'm like :GODDAMMIT!, and you're like SHUT THE FUCK UP, PURR., it's clear you have one goal in mind. Watch Purrsecutioner, because you're more invested in Purrsecutioner, than the Carolina Panthers.

My only question is why? Seriously. I mean that. Why are you guys bigger fans of Purrsecutioner than of the Carolina Panthers football team? I'm convinced you don't even turn on the tv, you just turn on chat. Do you have a real crush on me? Do you need to pm me, to ask me some personal questions? Do you want my phone number? Or is it just sexual?

I'm asking in ALL sincerety.

 

OK, with all SINCERITY, I'm not one of the Marines you met in a closet and never will be, sorry Purr, you may go that way, I don't. You're full of shit you don't start shit in the chats. I SINCERELY wish there was an ignore function and that would resolve the whole problem. You could bitch and whine all you like and I wouldn't have to try and read relevant post between all your crying. Also, please leave me out of your gay fantasies, never going to happen, sorry. Thanks in advance.

 

Dude, I will NEVER spellcheck, or read to edit my posts, so you'll find numerous type-os amnd misspellings, so please, PLEASE dont be silly and try to "get" me with that. You go back, and you'll find that I spell that correct 98% of the time.

But fair enough. If there's ignore, use it. Because I wish you WOULD watch the game. At this point though, claiming to want the ignore button, when you talk more about ME than the game, is pretty weird now, isnt it?

Im sure theres an irony in there somewhere.

 

LOL, quality.

There is nothing I dream of more than a naked threesome between me, Purr, and Collin, oiled up, sweaty, and buttfucking each other until all the lipstick and Coors Light is used up. At some point, somebody will slip up and one of those guys will blow a gasket, and of course I won't back down, turning the orgy into a big freeforall of blood, spit, and cum.

Oh, the joy of straight guys beating their chests and spewing their seed all over each other.

It is mutherfucking football season!!