Mjolnir Posted:

Ah. That explains the bloody stump I saw on your crotch at the YMCA.

Remember, it’s

Step 1. Withdraw male reproductive organ

Step 2. Punch the ****

Or, just skip to step 47: shut the **** up.

The fact that you didn’t even understand the explanation that ET gave you regarding IP addresses, and the fact that you don’t understand the components of an IP address, means you really, really need to shut the **** up.

I mean, ****, ****, at least Google the subject you’re arguing about before you reply.

What a ****in’ dork. Man, that guy’s a huge dork. I wrote I took my male reproductive organ out first, you ****in dork.

Also I don’t care about all your nerdology and technical crap. What I did worked. I know that might be hard for you to understand because your a little fabulous person who gets cornholed by his daddy trout. I don’t give a **** about the hows and whys and what-fors. I get results. That’s what matters. Try that technicolor dreamcoat on for size, sally pink panties. You placating little sheep, I bet you eat that ****ty bum till he great timess on turd smeared face like a hostess cupcake and then you cry like a **** because he doesn’t love you.

Also, I’ll punch your mom in the face whenever I want. male reproductive organ or no male reproductive organ. My male reproductive organs made out titanium alloy. I’ll set the **** on oscilate and drill a hole through your mother****in’ eye socket, ****. I got balls of steel too. Balls of steel. Balls of steel. I got balls of steel.