you ever blow peanut butter through a harmonica?
EXACTLY! THATS WHY YOULL NEVER MAKE ANY REAL MUSIC

one day ill be dead and youll see this message

What kind of chap stick do you put on your dads lips?

Hey man

I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a like girl as you once again type your little fat raccoon post. I imagine you little ♥♥♥♥ laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. You are a fat ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥, she's probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on facebook posting about a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ raccoon. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a pathetic ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you'll ever be.

so fat ♥♥♥♥ you want to fight me unblock me, and give me your address. I'll be there right away with a lead pipe to smash your face in, and if your fat friends get involved I'll break them too. Or I can buy a big mac, and toss it in the air while your fat mouths get ready to eat it it'll give me time to swing at your fat stomach.