Good evening EXP members

I had a vision of a world without Batman, the mod tried
to shut down the police, one. block. at. a. time. and it was so...
boring. I've had a change in heart. I don't want Mr. Recee spoiling everything,
why should I have all the fun? Let's give someone else a chance!
If Batman isn't unmasked within the next 60 minutes, I will blow up a prison.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Meh, you didn't even quote a cool part.

Why so serious?

<_<

R2rAronzo wrote:

Why so serious?

SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WEREN'T ON THE CHAT WHEN THIS HAPPENED.

Oh well.

R2 kills everything
Maybe next he should kill himself

V wrote:

R2 kills everything
Maybe next he should kill himself

Well he killed our meme that was in the making.

Fucking fag.

I might kill you next bitch.

You couldn't even kill a dead man.













..wait...

Suck it.

What is there to suck?

You want something to suck?

Popsicle?

Kay.

Get off my topic.

No thanks. I love killing things. Especially if its something you guys do.

That's why you're a fag.

But who really gives a damn.

Pretty much everyone.

Nah its okay really. Its just this forum.

R2rAronzo wrote:

But who really gives a damn.

Your mother... Oh wait, no she doesn't. Allow me to explain...

Many months ago, I was a horny mother fucker. Seriously fucking horny. I needed something to screw. Anything at all, I'd go as far as a cactus. I'm sure theres a plant fetish out there somewhere. Anyway, moving on. I found your mother on a street corner, wearing a cheap tube top and a mini skirt, if you could call the thin strip of fabric around her hips a mini skirt. She was dirty, beat up, and desperate. I walked over to her...
'Hey babe, up for some fun?'
'$20 for an hour.'
'DAMN you're a cheap ho.'

We went into a hotel nearby. We rented a room, third floor, room 115. When we got in I threw the flesh bag that was your mother to the bed and I fucked her. I fucked her so hard the old couple in the next room were banging on the walls telling us to keep the bloody noise down. I fucked her so hard she started to bleed. She loved every fucking minute of it. I lol'd at her and didn't afraid of anything.

In the morning I left her in the hotel room to pay for the bill. I didn't even give her the $20, poor bitch. She had to get two extra jobs. Lili Your mother became the whoriest whore in the world of whores, it was as if her whoreness times her whore years made her even more whoreny. But I digress.

Months later, I get a call from someone. The voice was female, she told me about my son. She told me about when he was to be born, and what he was going to be named. R2r Aronzo. I lol'd and told this bitch 'Your kid will get his ass kicked with a name like that.' She told me about that night in the hotel months ago, and I told her to shut her damn whore mouth and go make her pimp a sammich. I slammed the phone down on her.

I turned on the TV to get the whore out of my mind. A news report came on about a house fire that had killed Ms.Artooar Aronzo. I suddenly froze up.

If she was dead... Then...

Who was phone?
Cool story huh gaiz?
In retrospect this explained nothing. Lolyo'momsawhore.

Kyon's Imouto wrote:

R2rAronzo wrote:

But who really gives a damn.

Your mother... Oh wait, no she doesn't. Allow me to explain...

Many months ago, I was a horny mother fucker. Seriously fucking horny. I needed something to screw. Anything at all, I'd go as far as a cactus. I'm sure theres a plant fetish out there somewhere. Anyway, moving on. I found your mother on a street corner, wearing a cheap tube top and a mini skirt, if you could call the thin strip of fabric around her hips a mini skirt. She was dirty, beat up, and desperate. I walked over to her...
'Hey babe, up for some fun?'
'$20 for an hour.'
'DAMN you're a cheap ho.'

We went into a hotel nearby. We rented a room, third floor, room 115. When we got in I threw the flesh bag that was your mother to the bed and I fucked her. I fucked her so hard the old couple in the next room were banging on the walls telling us to keep the bloody noise down. I fucked her so hard she started to bleed. She loved every fucking minute of it. I lol'd at her and didn't afraid of anything.

In the morning I left her in the hotel room to pay for the bill. I didn't even give her the $20, poor bitch. She had to get two extra jobs. Lili Your mother became the whoriest whore in the world of whores, it was as if her whoreness times her whore years made her even more whoreny. But I digress.

Months later, I get a call from someone. The voice was female, she told me about my son. She told me about when he was to be born, and what he was going to be named. R2r Aronzo. I lol'd and told this bitch 'Your kid will get his ass kicked with a name like that.' She told me about that night in the hotel months ago, and I told her to shut her damn whore mouth and go make her pimp a sammich. I slammed the phone down on her.

I turned on the TV to get the whore out of my mind. A news report came on about a house fire that had killed Ms.Artooar Aronzo. I suddenly froze up.

I she was dead... Then...

Who was phone?
Cool story huh gaiz?
In retrospect this explained nothing. Lolyo'momsawhore.

So you makup bullshit to make others feel bad?

Feel bad? Damn boy, you should be honoured I mentioned you in my preview for my upcoming line of short stories:

R2rAronzo - From Accidental Birth to Purposeful Death. Part 1 of a series of 20.

R2rAronzo wrote:

So you makup bullshit to make others feel bad?

You need to learn to laugh at yourself, because you're missing out on the best joke on earth.