itt we write a letter to rotondo one word at a time (badspots letter compiled)

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the letter to badspot:
Quote from: Badspot's letter.
Dear krap, I not lock Yee's brown town love, gay and (and). We cant be stupid even when are gay. Please reply by 5 hours Floccinaucinihilipilification or die. Sincerely, Spice-y. P.S. I forgeted your dog with toothbrush and peed into our moms house. somebody Once told me the. Please go roll me with the sharpest tool in our gay orgy. she came.
let me start
ik d made the best one of these threads ever thats for damn sure

Dear
« Last Edit: May 13, 2018, 04:15:56 PM by Darth C3P0² »




I'm going to mail you a penny in an envelope. Then the next day I'll mail 2 pennies. I'll keep adding a penny every day until it gets to be a handicapped amount of pennies. Like the envelope can barely hold them. Eventually you're gonna have all these goddamn pennies you won't know what to do with. You'll start with a cup of pennies and then graduate to a milk jug. After a while you'll give up on child's play and move on to something like one of those bigass plastic storage containers. But even that won't be enough. I'm not sending the pennies in envelopes anymore. I'm sending them in packages. This takes a stuffton of money to ship because it's loving heavy. You'll keep getting packages of pennies day after day. You will eventually have an entire room set aside just to put pennies in. One day you'll get fed up and take them to coin star or something. But by then it will be too late. It doesn't matter anyway. I'll still be sending more pennies than you can get rid of.
you'll try to throw them away. You won't give a stuff. The garbage won't take them though because they're too loving heavy. Your life will become pennies. You will dream about pennies. You'll dread going home. But it won't stop there. I'll start leaving them in your car too. They'll pile up endlessly and there's nothing you can do about it.
At some point you'll give up on your house and try to move in with a friend so you can finally be free from the copper hell. But oh no! stuff's forget up in there too! Pennies are already there. He doesn't know why, but it doesn't matter. You do. This will inevitably lead to you being homeless because you will have literally exhausted any means of escaping this shiny nightmare. You'll be asleep on the streets one night. You'll be awoken suddenly by a jingling sound. "Oh no!" you think. You know what it is. You open your eyes and see me. I'm standing in front of you. I just dropped a large sack of pennies.

I have just spent my entire life savings making your life miserable, you piece of stuff.

god damnit i totally forgeted up the thread, forgot to say one word at a time.
restart i guess

Dear