Intervention Thread....@King Are You Sus Breh?

[RickyDiBiase]

Cause if you out here sleepin on ya' mama couch listening to Fleeche Johnson's Booty Goon Blues, we need to course correct ASAP @King

 

[Carl Tethers]

He's a jobless fakkit who bought his account from an African poster, that's all I know

 

[TELL ME YA CHEESIN FAM?]

Pillow biting nikka is addicted to prison rape stories

 

[King Kai]

sus? @King Zimbabwe is a literal homosexual

 

[Kisame]

 

[RickyDiBiase]

He's a jobless fakkit who bought his account from an African poster, that's all I know

BREH

 

[cyndaquil]

There he sat upon his dilapidated twin mattress watching Snowfall on his 42" Vizio television. Laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he began kicking frantically into his mattress. He had just witnessed the scene where Franklin and Leon killed Carvel for violating Lenny and attempting to violate them next. At the sight of this, his rage and frustration grew to know no bounds. He realized in that moment he was now alone again not even a kindred spirit in a fictional universe survived for him to revel in and uplift his spirits.The diabolical sting of predatory fakkitry was marked upon him again. Some say his heart grew colder that day. Entrenched in ice inside his chest the beats were meticulous. Too precise even one could barely believe it was an organ at all rather mimicking machinery. Tick tock. Tick tock. In rhythm his heart drummed with his hello kitty wrist watch he kept sitting by his phone on his night stand. "I am not a fakkit" he said while exhaling a sigh of frustration. He then proceeded to retrieve his phone from the night stand. On the screen, his homepage lie "thecoli sports, hip hop, piff" strewn across the cracked screen. His finger lay on the face of the screen under it a single button that read "post thread"...

 

[LevelUp]

Boy is a goofy who purchased an account for 50 dollars. He slipped up and admitted it on one of them threads.

 

[jdubnyce]

There he sat upon his dilapidated twin mattress watching Snowfall on his 42" Vizio television. Laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he began kicking frantically into his mattress. He had just witnessed the scene when Franklin and Leon killed Carvel for violating Lenny and attempting to violate them next. At the sight of this, his rage and frustration grew to know no bounds. He realized in that moment he was now alone again not even a kindred spirit in a fictional universe survived for him to revel in and uplift his spirits.The diabolical sting of predatory fakkitry was marked upon him again. Some say his heart grew colder that day. Entrenched in ice inside his chest the beats were meticulous. Too precise even one could barely believe it was an organ at all rather mimicking machinery. Tick tock. Tick tock. In rhythm his heart drummed with his hello kitty wrist watch he kept sitting by his phone on his night stand. "I am not a fakkit" he said while exhaling a sigh of frustration. He then proceeded to retrieve his phone from the night stand. On the screen, his homepage lie "thecoli sports, hip hop, piff" strewn across the cracked screen. His finger lay on the face of the screen under it a single button that read "post thread"...

 

[RickyDiBiase]

he got the gift of story telling...on par with Nas Illmatic/It Was Written...just about loser ass bussy lovers who still live with their parents. Ralph Ellison would tip his hat off to the breh if he was still around.

 

[Won Won]

Cause if you out here sleepin on ya' mama couch listening to Fleeche Johnson's Booty Goon Blues, we need to course correct ASAP @King

He's a jobless fakkit who bought his account from an African poster, that's all I know

There he sat upon his dilapidated twin mattress watching Snowfall on his 42" Vizio television. Laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he began kicking frantically into his mattress. He had just witnessed the scene where Franklin and Leon killed Carvel for violating Lenny and attempting to violate them next. At the sight of this, his rage and frustration grew to know no bounds. He realized in that moment he was now alone again not even a kindred spirit in a fictional universe survived for him to revel in and uplift his spirits.The diabolical sting of predatory fakkitry was marked upon him again. Some say his heart grew colder that day. Entrenched in ice inside his chest the beats were meticulous. Too precise even one could barely believe it was an organ at all rather mimicking machinery. Tick tock. Tick tock. In rhythm his heart drummed with his hello kitty wrist watch he kept sitting by his phone on his night stand. "I am not a fakkit" he said while exhaling a sigh of frustration. He then proceeded to retrieve his phone from the night stand. On the screen, his homepage lie "thecoli sports, hip hop, piff" strewn across the cracked screen. His finger lay on the face of the screen under it a single button that read "post thread"...

 

[Tair]

Isn't he the same poster that was posting half-naked pics in the gym forum?

 

[LevelUp]

Isn't he the same poster that was posting half-naked pics in the gym forum?

He posted a shirtless pic of his belly one time that got him roasted he try to hurry up and edit the picture but the damage was done. Dude is a serial complainer

 

[Charlie Hustle]

There he sat upon his dilapidated twin mattress watching Snowfall on his 42" Vizio television. Laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he began kicking frantically into his mattress. He had just witnessed the scene where Franklin and Leon killed Carvel for violating Lenny and attempting to violate them next. At the sight of this, his rage and frustration grew to know no bounds. He realized in that moment he was now alone again not even a kindred spirit in a fictional universe survived for him to revel in and uplift his spirits.The diabolical sting of predatory fakkitry was marked upon him again. Some say his heart grew colder that day. Entrenched in ice inside his chest the beats were meticulous. Too precise even one could barely believe it was an organ at all rather mimicking machinery. Tick tock. Tick tock. In rhythm his heart drummed with his hello kitty wrist watch he kept sitting by his phone on his night stand. "I am not a fakkit" he said while exhaling a sigh of frustration. He then proceeded to retrieve his phone from the night stand. On the screen, his homepage lie "thecoli sports, hip hop, piff" strewn across the cracked screen. His finger lay on the face of the screen under it a single button that read "post thread"...

 

[Mike Nasty]

He posted a shirtless pic of his belly one time that got him roasted he try to hurry up and edit the picture but the damage was done. Dude is a serial complainer

Didn't he post a video of himself standing in the background with a bunch of Colombian prostitutes, or did I miss remember that?