I checked up his profile, He is 13 year old. He seem know everything better than all of us. But He not know something like... real out world would forget him scare stuff stuff in his pant. If He know everthing about real life in war? Toss him to country of Afghanistan. Taliban sight at him and kill him. He will realize that he is 13 year old, He want his mommy back.Why not toss him to gangland, If gang red group see his color yellow shirt, They will kill him on street, nobody care his stuff color yellow shirtThe court are powerful almost anything, not all... They would throw him real life MEN PRISON above age +18... They see him (preteen boy) as cute pinky butt hole and They (big man brother) mega huge rooster rape his tiny pinky butt hole and He get AIDS until he dead, He realize that he still 13 year old. Real world are not loving around. I am try make point is.... He is not know everything, and all of us and night fox still learn everyday never stop until we die. End story.
i only drink human breast milk. i get a girl pregenant every 5-6 months, wait until she starts producing milk and then start pumping. i get the kid aborted 6 months into the pregnancy everytime. i have the schedule synced up perfectly so i always have at least one girl producing milk at any given time. "but what about costs redgajin?" says the uneducated. i, an intellectual, explain that you pay about $3-4 for a gallon of milk. i use (at least) 2 gallons of milk per week (drinking or putting it into food). if i bought my milk from my local grocery, i would end up spending around $150 on milk every 5 month period. heres the kicker: it costs nothing to nut in a bitch. what about the abortions? health insurance covers it, meaning it comes at no cost to me. i am literally getting gallons of rich, high quality breast milk at absolutely no cost. my women are cream of the crop. they love me. i am their dairy master and i run the dairy scene in my town. ive considered opening up a business and selling this, making a profit out of my milk business. maybe in the future. maybe down the road. for now? my bones remain strong.
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.
First off yes. I am a psychopath. I've killed innocent life forms for entertainment. I've caused self damage a lot and laughed. I have no social skill and result to manipulating people for my own fortune. I am worse than Riddler. But you know what? I'm nothing near as bad as you friends. Since I started this game at about 2 years younger than you, you couldn't expect me to be that smart. Yet people always hold it against me. Right now I am in possession of a key that as usual, I don't own. I have $1602 saved up right now and I won't spend any on this game because badspot doesn't deserve it. Badspot is a great game dev, at the cost of acting half of his age. And you guys look up to him resulting in you guys being autistic cunts. Now I know a lot of you little nerds out there are going to get upset with what I just said, so I want you to email me personally and I promise to get back each and every one of you. (phantommastah@gmail.com) cry nerds*walks off and flicks off camera*
Alright, now that you've attacked me a few times I'll assume the flaming rule is no longer in effect for this so I'll go ahead and add what I removed from that post.Allow me to make a parting remark. I'm not going to tell you to kill yourself or that you shouldn't even exist; I'm going to tell you exactly how I feel about you and I hope you understand this is from the bottom of my heart. I hope you get married to a beautiful smart caring loving girl that's the light of your life. I hope you pop out kids at least one a year and I hope all of them are stillborn or crippled or mentally handicapped. I hope that pretty wife of your spirals into depression and offs herself. I hope both her family and yours blame you. I hope you turn immortal so you have to live out the rest of eternity knowing that the light of your life is gone forever. User was banned for this post
IM loving PISSED OFF WITH ALL OF YOU handicaps OUT THERE THAT WONT loving SHUT UP GET OUT NOW loving NOW!!!!PARADOX YOUR A loving handicap GET OUT YOUR A BITCH A BABY 3 YEAR OLD I loving HATE YOU YOU loving START FIGHTS ON SERVERS YOU DONT loving SHUT UP GTFO NOW YOU loving handicap!!!!!EXPER GET OUT YOU loving BITCH I loving HATE YOU YOUR A BITCH LIKE EVERYONE ESLSE OUT THERE GTFO NOW YOU 5 YEAR OLD!!!!!EVERYONE ON BLOCKLAND IS A handicap IDC I SAY THIS NOW I loving HATE BLOCKLAND IN THE FIRST PLACE ROBLOX IS loving AWSOME BLOCKLAND IS A loving CRAP PLACE FOR handicaps ROBLOX IS loving FUN AND GET OUT NOW YOU handicaps NOW!!!!GO ON BADSPOT BAN IDC YOU handicap GO ON I DARE YOU YOU GET OUT TOO YOU BITCH!!!!ALL OF YOU handicaps OUT THERE GET OUT OF BLOCKLAND NOW AND GO PLAY ROBLOX IS FUN BLOCKLAND IS loving CRAP AS HELL GET OUT NOW I MEAN IT NOW!!!!!!!
Things like swatters are the reason i want the law system to reform alongside most of our principles of civilisation. (This is almost like what the national socialists wanted,but my changes are way different)Track more stuff that could lead to stuff like this. Eventually this will be really useless once a certain policy starts working.Any offense will be met with much stronger punishment.Law Enforcement are tracked so they stay loyal and dont break the law themselves.Any counts of racism are met with charges of prison. The most of an starfish you are, the bigger the sentence, Death Penality for those that basically injure someone because of racism.Track how good and loyal you are to know if you are "Worthy" or not.Prevent people with low IQs and low loyality from breeding and force abortions on law breakers.At this point,most useful law enforcement is actually just vigilantes.
OH yeah!?I am going to stuff in a box, and then im going to train a wild ferret to transport limes from the kitchen to new Hampshire, i will then collect approximately 17 slices of cheese, use a blow dryer to partially melt them onto a naked man's body. pay him to carry a disused tuba to the white house and then have the president play Chuck Manjioni on it, it will be pretty low pitched and terribly off key because that's not even the right instrument. but little did you know that is the ferret's key to transport about 2 and a half limes to new Hampshire. meanwhile the box of stuff has been sent to your house via carrier pidgin. when the limes reach new Hampshire it will be payment for a crazed homeless man who has been waiting for my signal to ride the rails all the way to west richardota or wherever you loving live. the homeless man will then take Polaroid pictures of your window and document what you have on your window sill on a day to day basis, using this information i will send a pack of highly trained alpacas to your location to spit on your window. when you open up your window to see what all the hub bub is about i will have a catapult pre-built to fire the stuff in the box at your face hole. you will then have poo on your mouth area and as a result will contemplate your own existence and take up hard drugs.
can we all crowdfund to start mailing badspot pennies?
I don't think you know who I am. I have narcissistic personality disorder, I strive to be right because I am right because I'm inherently more intelligent and cool than you. But I'm not even stretching for being correct here, your argument is that "The amount of positive feedback to what you write = how much regard I hold you in" is incorrect in most cases. I don't care that you can use calculus to prove that in one scenario your conclusion is correct. In all other scenarios it is incorrect, and that's been my point literally the whole time.
I will never be forgotten, children. Even if you strike me down now, I will become more powerful then you can possibly imagine. I will live on in whispers. People will talk about me. I am a loving LEGEND. I will never be killed, because you know what? If my key gets revoked again, I'll just buy another one.. and another one.. AND another one. I will keep coming back to bring my curse on you all. I WILL NOT loving DIE.
Kiddo, if you knew who I was irl, you'd never say that wild stuff to me. In fact, you better not run into me irl.
