let it be known that from this day forward i shall strive to badger "the deadly sin" (whit a fuckin' pompus name) until his inane,bitter ramblings consume his very own stinking soul, resulting in him shitting his holy panties.
p.s. your a BAWBAG.

I thought he was quite fuckin righteous, all praise to him/ her ya twats

Well praise be! That Spirit of Righteousness has arisen like in at least one other brother/sister. The army grows stronger my children, the army grows stronger. Like a trickle grows to a stream these things take time, but when the flood-gates open and the dams start a burstin' then the fakers better run and hide. And we'll stand and watch from dizzy heights of pops holy mountain. Speaking of trickles and streams, i watched a perfect silver drop of pop rain fall from the heavens and as it hit the ground it chimed a perfect clear note. Amazed i watched and listened, and as they fell they made a beautiful symphony of sound.It became a song so nice i could have wept. That song brothers and sisters was by The Fridays. Catch them while you can children.

ya fuckin' unit