>>71 is not real.
Oh, I wish >>71 wasn't real. Mind you, if I see him again, he's going to be the one wishing he wasn't real.
What's this faggotry?
Denied. If we deny >>71 access to this thread, he'll just shit up other threads instead.
Then >>71 would be an ugly, aggravating, and unintelligent dirtball, and a small child to boot.
>>71 is probably just a blank post or pointer to some triple-digit post
>>71 sits next to me in my calc class, MAN does he reak. Not only that but he picks his nose and wipes the snot all over his desk.
>>71 woke me up last night. I heard this terrble sound coming from under my carport, and i went down to take a look. to my horror, there was >>71, rummaging around in my garbage bin. It had been knocked down, and he was down on hands and knees, scavenging for all he was worth. By then, he'd already found the rat my cat killed, and had that in his mouth while clutching my mother's used tampons in his free hand. All I could say was "oh gods, >>71, not this again... just give it up..." but >>71 was far too engrossed in my garbage to bother making any kind of reply other than a feral grunt. I went back upstairs and tried to get back to sleep for a while, but all to no avail. After fifteen minutes, I knew i'd have to do something. So i wentdown and got the hose out. I turned it on full blast, gritted my teeth and aimed...
The instant the water hit, >>71 let out a bloodcurdling screeech that almost split my ear drums, and scampered off into the night. releived, i went back to bed, and eventualy managed to get over the horror of having sighted >>71, and fell alseep.
At around 3.am, I was awoken by the most terrible racket. It sounded like a wild pig was raping a rabid goat out there. Fearfully, i peered out of my window, and there, of course, was >>71. He'd gotten my bin out, and set everything in it on fire, and was dancing around it, making horrible sounds. I yelled for him to stop, but he only got louder. So, i opened the door, planning to make a dash for the hose again. Big mistake. the mokent i was out, >>71 dashed at lightning speed into my house, and locked me outside. There was nothing icould do. eventualy i fell alspee in my car, the doors securely locked to keep me safe from >>71. when i woke up this morning, i went inside, and thankfully >>71 was gone, along wih all my food, clothing, and many other belongings. The rest of my possessions had been strewn abou the house, and the whole place reeked of that stench that only >>71 can cause. So, all day, i've been cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. Fucking >>71!!! i'm going out to buy a gun. If >>71 comes back, which im sure he will, it will be the last time.
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( ί ί) >>71 makes me feel fluffy and warm on the inside!
( ί ί) In comparison, that is!