It's also why I got kicked out of the 4th grade spelling bee....a kid couldn't spell the word "job". What an idiot. Still laughing to this day. Was it Damone?
It's also why I got kicked out of the 4th grade spelling bee....a kid couldn't spell the word "job". What an idiot. Still laughing to this day.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. I dont know what faggy prep school you sent your tragic mulatto kids too but at the shitty public school I went to we use to play "king of the monkey bars" by standing on top of the monkey bars in the middle and throwing off challengers onto the black top below. We also played smear the queer until one of the stay at home moms heard and complained. She had so little to do that she forced herself into having a hour long meeting with 4th graders to explain why smear the queer was so bad. We then played the same exact game but had to call it "tackle the guy with the football". Millennial fags were raised by pussy faggot Baby Boomers
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas.
It's also why I got kicked out of the 4th grade spelling bee....a kid couldn't spell the word "job". What an idiot. Still laughing to this day. Was it Damone? Damone whatI broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. I dont know what faggy prep school you sent your tragic mulatto kids too but at the shitty public school I went to we use to play "king of the monkey bars" by standing on top of the monkey bars in the middle and throwing off challengers onto the black top below. We also played smear the queer until one of the stay at home moms heard and complained. She had so little to do that she forced herself into having a hour long meeting with 4th graders to explain why smear the queer was so bad. We then played the same exact game but had to call it "tackle the guy with the football". Millennial fags were raised by pussy faggot Baby Boomers Bullshit hou, millennials were raised by government and pc lib bitches who were afraid to send little johnny to school on his bike without training wheels and a helmet. You know nothing of baby boomers. My parents, and every other baby boomer parent is precisely opposite what your dumbass millennial ass says.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. Sounds like you were a gymnast. Fag.
Most of the posters at Dawgman are like the beta fags that would occupy the 4-square court at recess so they could play Pokemon or Magic: The Gathering cards. Most of the posters here are like the cool kids that want to use the court for playing an intense match of 4-square.All of the admins at Dawgman are like the douchebag, power-hungry, playground supervisor kids that tell the cool kids they gotta go find somewhere else to play 4-square, even though the fags are occupying the only 4-square court around.Derek Johnson is like that one cool parent who bought a can of spray paint and some giant stencils to the playground one night and made a new 4-square court.This thread is like we're all playing a game of 4-square and one of us "accidentally" slapped a ball too hard at the old 4-square court and hit one of the playground supervisors in the head. Except 75% of the posters here are into Magic cards, Star Wars/Trek, obscure Sci Fi references and World or Warlocks
Most of the posters at Dawgman are like the beta fags that would occupy the 4-square court at recess so they could play Pokemon or Magic: The Gathering cards. Most of the posters here are like the cool kids that want to use the court for playing an intense match of 4-square.All of the admins at Dawgman are like the douchebag, power-hungry, playground supervisor kids that tell the cool kids they gotta go find somewhere else to play 4-square, even though the fags are occupying the only 4-square court around.Derek Johnson is like that one cool parent who bought a can of spray paint and some giant stencils to the playground one night and made a new 4-square court.This thread is like we're all playing a game of 4-square and one of us "accidentally" slapped a ball too hard at the old 4-square court and hit one of the playground supervisors in the head.
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It's also why I got kicked out of the 4th grade spelling bee....a kid couldn't spell the word "job". What an idiot. Still laughing to this day. Was it Damone? Damone whatI broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. I dont know what faggy prep school you sent your tragic mulatto kids too but at the shitty public school I went to we use to play "king of the monkey bars" by standing on top of the monkey bars in the middle and throwing off challengers onto the black top below. We also played smear the queer until one of the stay at home moms heard and complained. She had so little to do that she forced herself into having a hour long meeting with 4th graders to explain why smear the queer was so bad. We then played the same exact game but had to call it "tackle the guy with the football". Millennial fags were raised by pussy faggot Baby Boomers Bullshit hou, millennials were raised by government and pc lib bitches who were afraid to send little johnny to school on his bike without training wheels and a helmet. You know nothing of baby boomers. My parents, and every other baby boomer parent is precisely opposite what your dumbass millennial ass says. You were the fag whose parents had you walk to school and prayed somebody would abduct your sorry ass. How did Ted Bundy miss you?
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My account never got approved at dawg man and I got banned from fetters twitter. I wonder if I'm banned from kims? I have no connection to any of them. What a couple paranoid weirdos. I must be a very dangerous poster
I used to love Dawgman. At least, I thought I did. But really I just loved all the posters that left Dawgman and wound up here.The guys that run that site are seriously the most uncool people I think I could ever imagine meeting. there were no alternatives to be found
I used to love Dawgman. At least, I thought I did. But really I just loved all the posters that left Dawgman and wound up here.The guys that run that site are seriously the most uncool people I think I could ever imagine meeting.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. don't forget that our equipment was also made out of pure steel that got molten hot in the summer, could blind you with its reflective glare, and never got repaired so there were built in shanks on the edges...not the recycled plastic wonderparks of today where nobody gets hurt.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. Thanks baby boomers for the padding. We had pebbles under our monkey bars. Didn't do much to stop me from chipping my front teeth and getting a concussion from trying to jump from a higher to lower set of monkey bars. Grabbed the bars with my face, but I'm not gonna pat myself on the back as if it's some sort of tuff guy achievement. I'm not a baby boomer, and I'm not a millennial either. What's with all the labels man? I don't identify with a large group like a generation, or a political party. I'm an individual. I'm for freedom.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. I dont know what faggy prep school you sent your tragic mulatto kids too but at the shitty public school I went to we use to play "king of the monkey bars" by standing on top of the monkey bars in the middle and throwing off challengers onto the black top below. We also played smear the queer until one of the stay at home moms heard and complained. She had so little to do that she forced herself into having a hour long meeting with 4th graders to explain why smear the queer was so bad. We then played the same exact game but had to call it "tackle the guy with the football". Millennial fags were raised by pussy faggot Baby Boomers Exactly. I told a kid in 2nd grade that his new shoes look like shoes a girl would wear. Never thought anything of it. The next night my parents got a call from this guy's parents about how I was being a "bully" and "mean." Afterwards my parents asked me my side of the story and after being worried I was going to get in trouble, my parents burst into laughter. I know, cool story.
I broke my arm in the 2nd grade falling off the parallel bars onto our cement playground. We had rings and monkey bars and all sorts of dangerous shit that you millennial fags have never heard of with your weak ass playground equipment and padded areas. Thanks baby boomers for the padding. We had pebbles under our monkey bars. Didn't do much to stop me from chipping my front teeth and getting a concussion from trying to jump from a higher to lower set of monkey bars. Grabbed the bars with my face, but I'm not gonna pat myself on the back as if it's some sort of tuff guy achievement. I'm not a baby boomer, and I'm not a millennial either. What's with all the labels man? I don't identify with a large group like a generation, or a political party. I'm an individual. I'm for freedom. We label you, we know what party you affiliate with, what generation, what gender and what sexual orientation. All that and more , and for free J. HH membership has it's privileges.
