STUFFED ANIMALS are for KIDS and the FACT that you have an EMOTIONAL ATTACHMENT to one suggests that you are EMOTIONALLY IMMATURE, Colton you fuckin f

Hi Nate

Do you like primates?

Do you wanna see me stick nine inch real nails through each one of my eyeplates?

Alright fuck you Nate.

See, there comes a time in every Lasagna Boy's life when he has to take a good, hard look at a sexy, blonde headed JACK ASS!!!...

And say, "Welp, I guess I'm getting my fucking ass kicked."

And today?

...today,

Is that DAY!

Now a stupid blonde headed motherfucker like you might say, "Hey, Miguel, you're actually excited to get your ass kicked?"

And then I'd say, "Nate you stupid blonde headed motherfucker with no swag, nor clout, nor street cred of any time, why don't you shut the fuck up, eat some shitty fucking cereal, play with your little stuffed animal, and make cookies with your mama? Because you don't KNOW ME, MOTHERFUCKER. You don't KNOW MY MOTHERFUCKIN LIFE.

"And you never will know my motherfucking life.

"You think I'm worried about your... I'm guessing size 10? Boot, going in my ass and coming out of my mouth, making a motherfucking Miguel Kabob?

"That's a fabric of your imagination, you blonde pussy.

"We're cut from a different cloth."

Then, I'd drop the mic. Then, I'd bend over, and prepare my deluxe bootyhole for 10" boot insertion.

10" feet, average at best by the way.

Not that I'm the kind of guy to point out that my feet are size 13.

But they are, bitch. 

And guess what else, ass-suck?

I'm the type of motherfucker to look a blonde motherfucker in the eye and call him a blonde piece of dog shit.

And I don't even GIVE A FUCK.

I.

HATE.

BLONDE.

PEOPLE.

WHICH.

MEANS.

I.

HATE.

YOU.

...

Normally, I'm the type of asshole to find himself in this spot, and beg my opponent not to beat the shit out of me.

But Fred hot sauce boarded me and made me snort a fat gagger line of gas station burrito beans, so I'M FEELING A LITTLE FRISKY.

You wanna fuck on me, Nate?

You tryna FUCK ON Lasagna Boy Miguel before Colossus, is that it?

Well maybe...

Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust maybe.

It's thou who whilst get fucked upon, and indeed, the contents of my intestines shitted thoroughly out of mine own sphincter and upon thine own forehead.

Ever think of that you fucking ass-blood?

Fuck you for getting booked against me.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you.

How do I even end this? I feel like I've said everything there is to say.

...

Oh, I know. I'm gonna make passionate love to your mom after a night of unlimited garlic bread at Olive Garden.

When you're there you're family.

Therefore, whenever I'm at Olive Garden putting the moves on your old ugly mama, that makes me your daddy.

You wouldn't beat up your Olive Garden daddy, would you, ass-suck?