So in summary: a friend died, suddenly, and you choose to use that tragic event as an opportunity to preach at and threaten a group of total strangers over the internet. And you think that's a good thing? You talk about what "normal people" do; I don't think that whatever composted vegetable matter it must please you to call your brain has the processing power to run a small lightbulb, let alone understand how a "normal person" works. Normal and you have clearly never met.
You, sir, take the number one spot as the most disgusting person I have ever encountered. Given that it means you supplanted Ken Ham for that honour, I congratulate you on your achievement.
Oh and by the way: fuck. Hey, I want to go to your imaginary hell too.
You, sir, take the number one spot as the most disgusting person I have ever encountered. Given that it means you supplanted Ken Ham for that honour, I congratulate you on your achievement.
Oh and by the way: fuck. Hey, I want to go to your imaginary hell too.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
