St. John is an Asshole. No, scratch that, he's the asshole of assholes. Assholes look at him and go, "that fucker gives us a bad name!" I'm pretty sure he's also a furry. A gay furry.
After MVB posted up the matchups for the Friday Night Whiskey Challenge, St. John sent me this horrific e-mail out of the blue. I was unsure of whether I should post it due to the graphic nature. I know I am not one to scoff at harsh language, but this filth made me physically ill. As much as it pains me personally, I am posting it for all the world to see, to truly understand the depths of depravity that St. John has sunk to.
"Chumpalaya,
Your face is smelly and I hate you. Your mother is so fat, when she wears heels she strikes oil. Everything you like is bad. I am going to make your cry on Friday and post it for all the internet to see. I will also be taking your lunch money.
You are a poopy fart,
St. John."
Fuck that guy, seriously.
4 comments:
Whoah! Harsh. Don't worry, Chumby, I'll still root for you even if you really do punch my face.
'You should totally touch his sister!
On a Friday... in front of a camera... with toys...
Take her out, man!'
I have it on good Authority (Farmpunk*) that Furries don't really care about male/female as long as there's a hole in the costume.
*Note, Farmpunk isn't a Furry. At least according to him.
I will totally be yiffing on Chumby Friday night...
oh yes.
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