So yesterday I was in my backyard firing my .50 caliber M2 machine gun and for a while it was the best time of my life. I shot down trees, bears, planes, dicks, Richard Nixon and a llama. Then I ran out of rounds, so I went to my lab to get more. Then I noticed that a deer had broken into my lab and was eating all my Band-Aids. I had some live rounds in my hand but no gun, so I threw all the rounds I had at the deer, but it didn't even budge. I didn't know what to do at this point, so I walked slowly to the dear, and moved my face to his... and I proceeded to make out with the deer. It was a great time.

Then I picked up the rounds I threw, went back out to my M2 and shot the shit out of my neighbors trailer. What a great afternoon it was.

I'm very sorry that your flourishing acne and sweaty fat tits leave you feeling utterly alone and awkward in social situations.

Acne? Tits? Who the fuck has tits?

You. It's truly a Disease.

Inb4lock.

GTFO

You live in Montana. I'm sure you wish you had a disease so you could die and not have to put up with that shithole anymore.

Nicely done.

Hey, Disease!

Hey xannex! Why are all these people such faggots living in shitholes?

I'm not sure! I don't really come here anymore.