OH NO!!! STARCRAFT MASTAR DOSE NOT APPROVE OF MY SPECIAL SECRAT HOMEPAGE FOR TEH INTARNAT!!! taht makes me vary sad becuase I thought Startcraft playars were my friends but I guess it was a RUSE! I will go onto Cattalnet and ask them:
ME:HELO!!! HOW DO YUO MORRONS FEEL ABOUT MY QUALEITY HOMEAPGE, JEFF K'S QWUALITY MY QUALIEY HOMEAPGE?!?!?
ZyNM$st#R: kekekekekeekekekekek ^ _ ^
G88G00G: 4 u pl 2t on 4v4???
ME:WHAT???? SPEAK ENLGESH YUO HATHEADS!!!
ZyNM$st#R: kekekek zerg
ME:TAKE THAT BACK YUO FOREGN MENACE!!!!!!!!!
SupahChuck: fu tank rush no
SO I guess Stargraft mastars are dumber than a car wash because wft si a Zerg anyway ITS A BUG!!! AND BUGS DONT BELONG IN GAMES!!! JUST ASK JOHN ROMEOREROE OREO who si now sending his ressume around too WHITE CASTALES HAMBURGAR STORES!!!
MANAGER OF WHITE CASTAL: "oh helo young man, what can I do for yuo?"
JOHN ROROMEROA:"I NEED A JOB TO BUY BIGGAR BOOBS!!! BUT NOT FOR ME, FOR MY GIRLFRIEND TEH MORROCAN MENACE!!!"
MANAGER OF WHITE CASTAL: "Oh! well I'm sorrey but we dont hire filthy hippeys liek yuo sir!"
JOHN ROMEROREO:"oh please I'll clean teh milkshake machene with my teeth!"
MANAGER OF WHITE CASTAL: "GET A HAIRCUT YUO WILDERBEAST!!! Now get out of my family dineing establishement!"
JOHN ROMEROEROE:"I cant leave without my buddey Superflies!!!"
so it is sad in one bad buit it si also sad in anothar way so teh morrale of this story si dont be John Romermero if yuo decides too make games!!! BUT I DIGREST!!!! In response to teh lettar written by Starcrap Mastar, my response si as follows:
GO ROLL A DONUT, YUO MOLESTURD!!!
> Advice No.1: You really need to get some counsiling, you cant even spell "faggot" or "people"
OH THANKS FOR TEH "COUNSILING" ADVICE, I HOPE I BUMP INTO YUO IN TEH WAITING ROOM AT SHITHEADS ANONYMOUSE!!!
WAHAT ARE YUO TALKING ABOUT!?!?!?!? I already wrotes that I cant open files because of Netnany and my RAM!@!!!! so thank yuo for sending verQuaest partch version 2 but I CANT OPEN YUOR FILE BECAUSE OF HIMEM.SYS!!!! SO STOP!!!
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