... I regret posting the picture. You guys are horrible. Thanks for ruining my self-esteem. Douche-bags.
This man. What does he want? What is his name? Why did he rape those people and blow up their house? You're welcome
Looks like you're running low on ideas anyway, better not be funny than trying too hard to be. Beside, why do trolls always say they're going away and they never are? Kinda like herpes, or any kind of parasite actually...
Well, my name it is Sam Hall, Sam Hall. Yes, my name it is Sam Hall; it is Sam Hall. My name it is Sam Hall an' I hate you, one and all. An' I hate you, one and all: Damn your eyes. I killed a man, they said; so they said. I killed a man, they said; so they said. I killed a man, they said an' I smashed in his head. An' I left him layin' dead, Damn his eyes. But a-swingin', I must go; I must go. A-swingin', I must go; I must go. A-swingin', I must go while you critters down below, Yell up: "Sam, I told you so." Well, damn your eyes! I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd. I saw Molly in the crowd; in the crowd. I saw Molly in the crowd an' I hollered, right out loud: "Hey there Molly, ain't you proud? Damn your eyes." Then the Sherriff, he came to; he came to. Ah, yeah, the Sherriff, he came to; he came to. The Sherriff, he come to an he said: "Sam, how are you?" An I said: "Well, Sherriff, how are you? Damn your eyes." My name is Samuel, Samuel. My name is Samuel, Samuel. My name is Samuel, an' I'll see you all in hell. AN' I'LL SEE YOU ALL IN HELL! DAMN YOUR EYES!
Ok, I imagine you to be an old man living in a creepy old house, but you wear modern fashionable clothes. Kids come up to your house and throw eggs and stones at your windows, you run out with a rope and tie them up, hogtie them and take them back to your house. But instead of molesting them you just sit them in a corner and constantly curse at them. Then you feel bad and give them all a toffee and send them back to their parents. But a couple days later the kids all die of "unexplained causes". That's my impression of you
Wtf... I don't know what's more creepy, your impression of The_Bat_Outta_Hell, or the fact you could even think that.
You spend most of the day sitting in your basement, shrieking and screaming for no apparent reason. One day you met a beggar and he gave you tourettes. Your tourettes only takes control of you once you come out the basement for some pineapple (which you are obsessed with). You are also losing hair and turning bald.
As opposed to losing hair and NOT going bald. Cuz there's a difference, children. I'm sorry, I just have to point these things out.
