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Dear Sammy Hagar: You have less value than the contents of a slop bucket in an enema clinic. Do yourself and everyone else a favor: give yourself a lobotomy with a hammer and chisel, you pussy-whipped panty fetishist.
Dear Sammy Hagar: You have less value than a fart from a flea's ass. Do everyone misfortunate enough to know you a favor: dress up as a KKK member at a Black Panther meeting, you bucktoothed bubble-brained butthead.
"If the American people had ever known the truth about what we (the BCE) have done to this nation, we would be chased down in the streets and lynched." - Poppy Bush, 1992
Dear Sammy Hagar: You're worth less than the words used to dismiss you. Do everyone misfortunate enough to know you a favor: tie a large rock around your ankle and go swimming in some white water rapids, you unintelligible poppycock-peddler. :D
Dear Sammy Hagar: If I want the advice of a retard, I'll slap you on the back of the head and wake up that little peg legged hamster that operates the drool-powered waterwheel of thought in there. Until then, sit in the corner and wait until I either speak to you or spit at you, got it fucko? :D :D :D
Dear Sammy Hagar: Shut up before I come over there and kick your nuts so hard they dislodge your tonsils into where your eyeballs used to be right before I grabbed your mother's dildo out of your father's ass and used it to poke your brain out through the back of your gimp cranium. :D :D :D :D
Dear Sammy Hagar: Your total worth amounts to less than the Down Syndrome result of the escaped lunatic's sperm that fertilized your sister's rectum, Clown. If life was fair, you would die a slow and painful death in some godforsaken wilderness, you rectal rim-polishing runt with a patented Twist N' Tuck tongue technique. :D :D :D :D :D
Dear Sammy Hagar: [Thou art] already dead. stabbed with a white wench's black eye, run through the ear with a love song, the very pin of [thy] heart cleft with the blind bow-boy's butt shaft. :D :D :D
Dear Sammy Hagar: Here's hoping that your sypillis ridden vaginal lips get caught in a wood chipper while Dave is giving your wife her first taste of manhood. You mama is...oh shit. Sorry, you're so old that bitch must either be pushing up daisies or giving head on her deathbed. Get your wrinkled ass and new teeth honed by years of blowing Mexican border guards over to the Old Country Buffet before the four o'clock special ends you fucking senior citizen tequila soliciting pig fucker.
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