Why dont you send me an email and tell me why you always feel like talking endless shit about me. Gerald Strebendt email@example.com
The finishing machine has spoken.
I smell drama!
sits down and fetches popcorn
eats drabovich's popcorn
Takes Dracovich's Popcorn from Job and adds more Salt.
Oh snap! lol..go get em' Gerald.
Thanks for adding the salt.
Job and I send Dracovich to the store for soda!
Enters thread like Neo in the lobby scene
Shoots through thread to get to Job doing cool slow mo flips and shit
Grabs Popcorn from Job's $50.00 broker ass
Jumps through window onto waiting helicopter
Flys off into night with popcorn
This is roleplay at it's greatest.
Oh no you didn't..
What kind of shit? Gerald is a pretty cool cat. Not sure why anyone would feel the need to insult him.