Massa Keller and his Collander head
Oh shit, bitches.
He really DID forget.
Is it the drinking??
The amount of shit he has PULLED??????
OH MY GOD.
You did forget.
Put your arms up.
I'm going to nail you to the cross and let the ants have at you.
What a complete raving idiot you are.
I'd pity you if I didn't know what fucking scum you are as you try to eat the world around me.
Piece of shit.
Pieces of shit hang together.
It's because no one DECENT will talk to you motherfuckers.
Notice.
We've never said WORD ONE to you while your lives revolve around us.
You follow us around Tampa, Pinellas, Pasco, the country.
Fucking losers.
You have to leap out of bushes and get little bald faggots to do your dirty work.
We've already got so much on y'all that we could put you UNDER THE FUCKING JAIL.
We've got something better in mind.
So fuck off and wait for it.
Damn.
I miss darrell.
At least I could remember when he was not an ugly fat motherfucker. Y'all arrived as skank scum and that's all I've seen.
Maybe you could send us some photos of any time at all you were attractive or decent or wore something besides the same filthy tanks .....
and those cheezy ass kmart shirts.
LOL.
Break out the baby pictures.
I bet any money most y'all had the same daddy.
DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHO HE IS AND ALL.
LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLl
Mr. Gonzalez, (not you fatass) I'm waiting to see whachore boy can come up with. He's a speedy lil motherfucker so it should be vastly entertaining.
Like the rest of it.
Meantime. Save your money.
I want it all.
So you know it's up to two grand per day.
The fifteen hundred wasn't enough after the other skanks moved up and committed more murders.
I think terror is worth MUCH MUCH MORE.
You should BELIEVE that you will pay.
Because you will.
And I want that fifteen grand you got for flipping your hole over there, too.
It does NOT belong to you. You're not smart enough to have money.
And you're way too ugly to improve in ANY fashion so fuck off and hand it over.
gad.
I'm amused that you forgot where your noose was hung back in oh let's say 2004. LO FUCKING L.
Since then, you've climbed on your steed and rode it under the tree.
Tied your own hands behind your back.
And now it's our go.
Wait for it.
You really have no choice.