Le Jacquelope
Loves Spam
- Joined
 - Apr 9, 2003
 
- Posts
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I'm in his nightmares. I'm the monster under his bed, in his closet and the name his mom screams out when she's masturbating.
He despises me and wishes every day that my life would suck as bad as his does.
He follows me from thread to thread like a sick, lonely puppy desperate to be acknowledged as a worthy opponent and at the end of the day he crawls into bed all alone and unwanted just like the day before.
I pity you, JackAssJim. Lonely, pasty faced and bitter over what happened to Don Imus is no way to go through life.
				
			He despises me and wishes every day that my life would suck as bad as his does.
He follows me from thread to thread like a sick, lonely puppy desperate to be acknowledged as a worthy opponent and at the end of the day he crawls into bed all alone and unwanted just like the day before.
I pity you, JackAssJim. Lonely, pasty faced and bitter over what happened to Don Imus is no way to go through life.

