What the **** did you just ******* say about me, you little *****? IGÇÖll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and IGÇÖve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and IGÇÖm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my ******* words. You think you can get away with saying that **** to me over the Internet? Think again, ******. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. YouGÇÖre ******* dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and thatGÇÖs just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little ****. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little GÇ£cleverGÇ¥ comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your ******* tongue. But you couldnGÇÖt, you didnGÇÖt, and now youGÇÖre paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will **** fury all over you and you will drown in it. YouGÇÖre ******* dead, kiddo.

I donGÇÖt give a **** who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your ******* life to a hellish end. IGÇÖll put you in so much ******* pain that itGÇÖll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a ******* back massage on a tropical island. I donGÇÖt give a **** how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many ******* guns you own to protect yourself. IGÇÖll ******* show up at your house when you arenGÇÖt home. IGÇÖll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. YouGÇÖre going to start stressing the **** out, your blood pressure will triple, and youGÇÖll have a ******* heart attack. YouGÇÖll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing youGÇÖll see when youGÇÖre being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. YouGÇÖll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home IGÇÖll run you over with my ******* car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could ******* destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how IGÇÖd rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing ******* hell. ItGÇÖs too late to save yourself, but donGÇÖt bother committing suicide eitherGǪ IGÇÖll ******* resuscitate you and kill you again myself you *****-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, you couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel. You are a canker, an open wound. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You took your last vacation in the Islets of Langerhans. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. I take that back; you are a festering pustule on a weasel's rump. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. You are a technicolor yawn. And did I mention that you smell?

You are a squeaking rat, a mistake of nature and a heavy-metal bagpipe player. You were not born. You were hatched into an unwilling world that rejects the likes of you. You didn't crawl out of a normal egg, either, but rather a mutant maggot egg rejected by an evil scientist as being below his low standards. Your alleged parents abandoned you at birth and then died of shame in recognition of what they had done to an unsuspecting world. They were a bit late.

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it ever so much more rapidly. If cluelessness were crude oil, your scalp would be crawling with caribou.

You are a thick-headed trog. I have seen skeet with more sense than you have. You are a few bricks short of a full load, a few cards short of a full deck, a few bytes short of a full core dump, and a few chromosomes short of a full human. Worse than that, you top-post. God created houseflies, cockroaches, maggots, mosquitos, fleas, ticks, slugs, leeches, and intestinal parasites, then he lowered his standards and made you. I take it back; God didn't make you. You are Satan's spawn. You are Evil beyond comprehension, half-living in the slough of despair. You are the entropy which will claim us all. You are a green-nostriled, crossed eyed, hairy-livered inbred trout-defiler. You make Ebola look good.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are not ANSI compliant and your markup doesn't validate. You have a couple of address lines shorted together. You should be promoted to Engineering Manager.

Do you really expect your delusional and incoherent ramblings to be read? Everyone plonked you long ago. Do you fantasize that your tantrums and conniption fits could possibly be worth the $0.000000001 worth of electricity used to send them? Your life is one big W.O.M.B.A.T. and your future doesn't look promising either. We need to trace your bloodline and terminate all siblings and cousins in order to cleanse humanity of your polluted genes. The good news is that no normal human would ever mate with you, so we won't have to go into the sewers in search of your git.

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a loathsome disease, a drooling inbred cross-eyed toesucker. You make Quakers shout and strike Pentecostals silent. You have a version 1.0 mind in a version 6.12 world. Your mother had to tie a pork chop around your neck just to get your dog to play with you. You believe that P.D.Q. Bach is the greatest composer who ever lived. You prefer L. Ron Hubbard to Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. Hee-Haw is too deep for you. You would watch test patterns all day if the other inmates would let you.

On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. Spammers look down on you. Phone sex operators hang up on you. Telemarketers refuse to be seen in public with you. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. May you choke on your own foolish opinions. You are a Pusillanimous galactophage and you wear your sister's training bra. Don't bother opening the door when you leave - you should be able to slime your way out underneath. I hope that when you get home your mother runs out from under the porch and bites you.

You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking half-twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You bloody churlish boil-brained clot pole ponce. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill. May your spouse be blessed with many bastards.

You are so clueless that if you dressed in a clue skin, doused yourself in clue musk, and did the clue dance in the middle of a field of horny clues at the height of clue mating season, you still would not have a clue. If you were a movie you would be a double feature; Battlefield_Earth and Moron_Movies_II. You would be out of focus.

You seriously need to be banned from DUST. Especially considering I was banned for a joke thread back in november.

You seriously need to be banned from DUST. Especially considering I was banned for a joke thread back in november.

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Ladies ladies please! We all know I'm the best so get in line for my book scrubs

Ladies ladies please! We all know I'm the best so get in line for my book scrubs

any real service men wouldn't brag about seving.
you do it for the honor of protecting your country, not for recognition
ashamed of all involved in this.

Wicked Glory is a GAWD though.

I could administer a stupid simple is it a seal quizz.

Where did you copy paste this from?

Don't remember tbh. There was second part but Zan posted in between it.

You gonna have a book signing?

Nope my signature is worth more than the book

I read your "How to tank for scrubbies: Volume 1" book Zitro. It was full of drawings of your tank running over crying stick figures. I think you hit your target audience.