lovetheladies69, submitted by Woodpecker. There is so much wrong with this site that I don't even know where to begin. I also don't know if its possible to make fun of this site without being called racist, but I don't really care anyway. Right off the bat I knew I was going to be in for a treat. We are greeted with a few popups that are getting us ready for the general tone of the site, which can be summed up with:
"Holla at cha boy or eat a dick you fake azz square motha fuckaz. Cuz I have no time for no fake azz, L7 niggaz!!!
I highly suggest that all "fake azz square motha fuckaz" or "L7 niggaz" heed this warning and travel no further into the depths of lovetheladies69.8m.com, or your ass is gonna get capped. I gave this link to fellow writer "Livestock" not knowing that he was a fake azz L7 niggaz, and now he's in critical condition with multiple gunshot wounds. When did the internet become so violent?
Welcome to the Internet Curtis, aka "Tiger".
After being e-threatened with the popups, we are given the Lord's prayer, because God is all about pussy and guns. Holla. There is also a birthday counter program letting us know that there is only 270 days left until his birthday. I really don't know what to get him. Maybe a "HTML for gangsters" book, or a cd filled with really awesome clip art that he can marquee on his page until the strain is too much for the Internet and we have to put it out of it's misery with a cap and a 40. I really don't understand the whole glorification of getting major spinal injuries with assault rifles, but maybe that's because I'm a pasty suburban kid with a pet pig named Snorlax. Regardless, the design on this site is totally unforgivable, and right now I am e-wacking Curtis the Tiger the only way you can on the Internet, with my keyboard. I didn't even have to use my AK, I have to say it was a good day.
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Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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