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I hear the whispers.
I have been more silent than usual.
I have let literal clowns run around The Best Arena like it were a circus.
There isn’t much I can do about it when everyone is avoiding me like I were a plague.
Guess what?
I am a plague. I am not someone to touch lightly and if you want to talk shit be ready for me to batter your face and make it look worse than Lindsay Troy’s cooking.
This is about HOFC to me and that is the only thing I am concentrating on.
Have I been working out?
Whiskey bottle to mouth, great for the biceps.
Have I been scouting my opponents?
I have seen less messy abortions then these competitors.
Have I been making a list and checking it twice?
Yea, everyone keeps fucking talking about Milk. I am happy the Miracle Milk is more over than half the roster especially since it went out of business over two months ago. Let’s try to come back to the present everyone and that means not mentioning the past accolades of Teddy Palmer.
Teddy Palmer is so Canadian he was conned by Jeb Martin’s sister-wife.
Teddy Palmer is so Canadian he will offer me his kidney when I drink too much whiskey.
Teddy Palmer is so Canadian he offered me the shirt off his back but like always he wasn’t wearing a shirt. All I received were some curly hairs that would make Bobby Dean blush.
I apologize for going SRK #undefeated on you all but I just want to make it clear that I think Teddy Palmer is a silly motherfucker. I don’t have any tickling jokes to make about you, Teddy. There are no forms that need to be signed when you and I are inside the cage because this is about my knee shrinking you two inches by damaging multiple vertebrae. Let’s be honest you could not get any smaller personality wise with all the simping you have been involved in with LT. Does she take one morning after pill with her coffee or two?
Teddy Palmer is the sole reason for an argument against Universal Health Care. The world does not need any more shambolic morons attempting to take a step above their station. You are not my equal and you are not aboot to one up me with tired snake oil salesmen jabs. It is the foolish that goes for the corniest insults and I thought you might be better then this but then again, I see who you pal around with.
Miracle Enterprise has not had any complaints about the quality of our products. I am sorry you bought every product on the back of your comic books when you were a child. It is your own fault if you believed you could become invisible but again you wanted to touch your first boob.
How is that going again?
You stink of a try hard attempting to impress whoever is pathetic enough to socialize with you. I am happy you don’t like me because that means I have done at least one thing right in my life. Being associated with you other than associating me with putting you in the hospital would not interest me. I would need to carry around Tylenol by the bottle to just put up with your insipid dialogue. You are what happens when a man dressed as Jesus walks around the city with an “end is near” sign does too MUCH acid. I am not going to pray on a cross made of rat skeletons and human feces, so keep with you that spice of life because you will need it when I show you true Enlightenment. Maybe they can transfer you to a Canadian hospital so you can get free coverage. You look homeless so you might need it.
Many things can be done in a Minute:
-Make my bed
-Take the trash out.
-Trim my nails.
-Knock you unconscious.
-Smash some fucking whore and in doing so save precious money to use on a new Miracle Enterprise Product that Teddy Palmer will buy because he is easily manipulated.
Calling me a Minute Man because you think I will be insulted is precious. I have already said I pay bitches to go away not for their company.
How much to make you go away, you sniveling fraud?
Maple Leaf Tickets?
Poutine?
One chokes and I hope you choke on the other.