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Guys:
I'm about to give this anonymous loaf of sh*t called 'Les Munson' the moment his
mother swore he'd never get...he's going to MATTER, for a few, fleeting, split seconds.
He's going to claim five minutes of somebody's day that he clearly idolizes,
actually taking the time to notice him.
Yes Les, I see you, waving your over-sized placard, with your hair dyed 'Lola' red. Calm
down, make your way up to the front of the stage and let's all celebrate you.
I've got a thousand dollars that says this uber-douche and all-around baiter/hater
doesn't have the necessary balls to tell everybody who he is and what he does.
Put a face on it limp d*ck. You talk a lot of yang...let's see you walk it.
Sorry folks but if I don't shut these sh*theads down, then it makes these trips to the blog the
most tedious part of my day and I don't want it to be that way.
So I've decided to go on a gnat-hunt and wipe them out, one at a time, starting with
this turd. But I don't think he's got nearly the guts it would take to step into a real set of
crosshairs.
This will never happen again for you Les. This is a one-time only invite where you get
a shot to put your life up against mine and pro/con the whole shooting match.
So pull on those big boy pants with the pleats, throw on that clip-on, run the
comb through that rapidly thinning patch and let's get an good look at you champion!
I'm waiting asswipe...name, email, phone #...let's get at it. My speedbag broke and I
need a sub.
JC
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