What?! You think life is like knocking on people's door like...
(Knock knock) "I'm here to collect your nuke. Yup! I'm sorry but you've been noddy! I know. I know you don't like it when I take your nuke away. But I warned you last time you chanted "death to America" we would take it away. So. Go on! Put your nuke in my baggy. Good. I was hoping YOU Wouldn't LAUNCH YOUR NUKE AT MY COUNTRY AND IN RETURN I WOULD HAVE TO LAUNCH M....."
Again.
Na.
You're still retarded.
Ps. That "Boomer" shit doesn't work on me. I could give two fucks what young, petulant, inexperienced, silver spoon fed, never faced hard times because "boomers" like me paved the way, chumps think about me.
Figure out how to change a tire or something before you come around here calling people boomers. That's if you don't self combust at the hint of sunlight hitting your skin.
"Just to get rid of All of them in the region."
HOW?!
They will nuke you if you try!!
What?! You think life is like knocking on people's door like...
(Knock knock) "I'm here to collect your nuke. Yup! I'm sorry but you've been noddy! I know. I know you don't like it when I take your nuke away. But I warned you last time you chanted "death to America" we would take it away. So. Go on! Put your nuke in my baggy. Good. I was hoping YOU Wouldn't LAUNCH YOUR NUKE AT MY COUNTRY AND IN RETURN I WOULD HAVE TO LAUNCH M....."
Again.
Na.
You're still retarded.
Ps. That "Boomer" shit doesn't work on me. I could give two fucks what young, petulant, inexperienced, silver spoon fed, never faced hard times because "boomers" like me paved the way, chumps think about me.
Figure out how to change a tire or something before you come around here calling people boomers. That's if you don't self combust at the hint of sunlight hitting your skin.
Damn basement dwellers.
Any kind of negative looks/optics about Israel. I get it. .Get some sleep anon if you want we can continue this conversation tomorrow.🥸
I don't sleep chump.
I'll get my sustenance from your tears.
What ever you say BoomerBalz.
I think I'll keep that moniker as a trophy.
BoomerBalz. I like the way it rolls off your tongue.
Here. While you were deep in slumber. I took the time to write you a little love poem.
An ode to your valiant and ultimately fruitless attempt at logic.
It is called...
"My Chalice Runneth Over"
A bitter vintage, clear and cold, I catch within this cup of gold. Each salty drop a fallen pride, From those who broke against the tide.
I raise the chalice to the light, To toast the ending of their fight. No wine could ever taste as sweet, As liquid proof of their defeat.
The rim is stained with silent fear, Each shimmering and crystal tear. I drink their sorrow, deep and slow, And watch my own dominion grow.