yup and it can happen to YOU. i was at the post office and a reetard started to talk to me and i acted like i was in the military and tol him i had a mission for him he was to save the president from drowning in the sewage treatment plant. when i drove by to see if he was covered in poo form swiming around in there i discovered he was sitting on a park bench eating tree bark, god he is a reetard. its all good tho cause i threw a pop can at his head and nailed him. the moral of this true story is never let a reetard try to talk to you shoot him in the face instead. ------------------ i contain matter
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="verdana">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by dirty_sanchez: Man that aint shit. A retard called me angel pie at Chick-Fil-A today! What the fuck is that?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> nuthing wrong with that, angel pie. evil blood: y did u do that?
