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Stick it like a stamp

Alright then here we go sportsfans, an ass whooping and a half to he handed down by you the reader! See the gun man himself has made his ever endearing presence amongst us at the scrappy sea front rather scarce. After a long and encroaching process of elimination it seems that the best solution is for the feind in you to get back at the supplier who has left starving for the whimsicle points and atributes that only he himself can lay down for you to pick up. If you dry in the idea well as to how to go about bringing on the pain i have taken the liberty to enlighten your anger driven senses. Baseball bats always leave a nice impression and not to mention they get your point straight across, just dont aim for the heads so that he can still type once the blood stops and he can fully regain process of thought. Another, and one of my personal favorites, is the melvin, and or a wedgie. This classic would definetly leave him reeling, the burn and the stuffage of underwear in the nether regions, almost brings a tear to my eye. Last but not least, your slab, just run his ass down like a stray dog shitting on your sidewalk. One good pound with the bumper and he'll be wheel chair bound and stuck at home on the computer blogging his way to recovery! That's almost a master plan! So ya heard it here first comrades, ass holes and elbows til we get that feel for real deal straight from the source. Until then ya'll get in it twice a day to keep them haters away.