speaking of dead whores, i wonder how 408mike spent new years eve?
oh wait i didnt mean dead whores, i meant taking advantage of your dementia ridden neighbors because your parents had the common sense to kick your ass out of the house.
God hates you, know how I know that sonatine?
HE MADE YOU SHORT
God hates short people, and let's not talk about that tiny little flaccid fleshy...thing you cradle inside your trousers...as if it's not clear enough that you can't ride roller coasters the snickers coming from the foul mouth of every unfortunate whore who gets your pants off ought to paint a real clear picture for you.
GOD HATES YOU SONATINE
Now how does that make you feel little man?
That question is rhetorical but by all means do share your innermost feelings with us all.
bro you look like you have cancer and you wear size 9 1/2 shoes, your mom has a bigger dick than you and sonatine could kick the shit out of you with his beard alone
maybe we should reach out to the master gardener and ask him if mike is this tough in real life? and if he knows a drug addict grifter is taking care of his dying wife?
i wonder if hes curious about mikes DMT experiences?