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I didn't bother taking pics of the girls I was nailing, the thought never crossed my mind that some day I'd have to go to an internet message board and convince total strangers of just what a ladies man I am. Yeah, I've punched some quality kitty in my day. Chicks from the supermarket, chicks from the mall, chicks from concerts, chicks from bars, strippers, mothers, daughters, sisters, done them all. Does it really matter? Probably not because I don't define myself by where I've stuck my spit. The douchebaggiest thing anyone can do, anywhere, is walk into a room and start spouting off about all the tail he's pulled, all the money he makes, and all the cool shit he owns like he's the first person to figure it out and therefore the greatest. You're not. You're just the latest in a long line of Johnny come latelies who think they've got a pretty good bead on how the world works. Good for you Johnny. But don't come around here telling me you're the bee's knee's and I'm donkey shit because you think you've done more with your few years on this earth than I and then go on to judge the life I lead because it doesn't live up to your shallow standards of existence. It's petty, it's shallow, and it's stupid. Perhaps when your other testicle drops you'll realize it, until then you're just a poseur in man's land. Back to the kiddie table with you until you figure it out, or continue the rhetorical beating. Either way I wouldn't **** those chicks' herpe holes with a stolen dick on a bet and you can take that to the bank.
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“You may think RaiderH8r is just a thinker. But I’m not just a thinker. I’m a doer. Every day I go out there, and rev that engine, fire it up, grab a hold of that line between speed and chaos, and wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra. And when the fear rises up in my belly, I use it. Fear is powerful, because it’s been there for billions of years. And it is good. And I use it. And I ride it; I ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell.”
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