If only you looked as good as Santa, Tarquin. I keep my eyes shut when you drop your drawers and hold up your flabby stomach to expose your candy cane. That's the truth.
Hey Tarquin, You're still trying to sell your fairy tale about fame and fortune. Right. You live in a dump/crack house, where the inmates run loose, you dress like shit, don't own a thing (computers and software don't count,) I'm talking real property/cars. You're a fat, angry old slob, who makes CGI that any 8 year old could do and don't generate income. You're a fraud, a liar and worst of all, you hate the world. Be a man, get a job, get off the dole and better yourself. On the other hand, reading the crap you write, seeing your lack of talent in those "images" you create and watching you trying to make your nightmare of a life into a "fairy tale" gives me HUGE chuckles. Unfortunately for you, I'm the one laughing all the way to the bank.
Tarquin, That's not a photo of me. Hey jerk, quit screwing around with your play photoshop programs. Do it again, and I'll sue. Remember, don't Dick Around With Santa.
Don't you know what I'm doing on my other blog? I'm flying through the clouds on angel's wings with Christa, trying to sell another big lie to the readers -- the lie that Christa cared for me and that I appreciated her (WHEN SHE WAS ALIVE).
I don't want to face the truth about anything. Get it? If you're LIVING, I HATE YOU!!!
I get it TarQuin. You're flying through Never, Never, Never Land. Either that or you're in crisis, in the middle of one of your schizophrenic flights of fantasy. Hope Santa gives you plenty of antipsychotic meds for Xmas.
1) I grew up in a home where no one respected women 2) I have issues with the first woman in my life-my mother 3) that I have problems with my sexuality
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If only you looked as good as Santa, Tarquin. I keep my eyes shut when you drop your drawers and hold up your flabby stomach to expose your candy cane. That's the truth.
Hey Tarquin,
You're still trying to sell your fairy tale about fame and fortune. Right. You live in a dump/crack house, where the inmates run loose, you dress like shit, don't own a thing (computers and software don't count,) I'm talking real property/cars. You're a fat, angry old slob, who makes CGI that any 8 year old could do and don't generate income. You're a fraud, a liar and worst of all, you hate the world. Be a man, get a job, get off the dole and better yourself. On the other hand, reading the crap you write, seeing your lack of talent in those "images" you create and watching you trying to make your nightmare of a life into a "fairy tale" gives me HUGE chuckles. Unfortunately for you, I'm the one laughing all the way to the bank.
Tarquin, That's not a photo of me. Hey jerk, quit screwing around with your play photoshop programs. Do it again, and I'll sue. Remember, don't Dick Around With Santa.
That's not the kind of Xmas Porn I like. Try to find something furrier and with 4 legs.
Don't you know what I'm doing on my other blog? I'm flying through the clouds on angel's wings with Christa, trying to sell another big lie to the readers -- the lie that Christa cared for me and that I appreciated her (WHEN SHE WAS ALIVE).
I don't want to face the truth about anything. Get it? If you're LIVING, I HATE YOU!!!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
I get it TarQuin. You're flying through Never, Never, Never Land. Either that or you're in crisis, in the middle of one of your schizophrenic flights of fantasy. Hope Santa gives you plenty of antipsychotic meds for Xmas.
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