| My, my, my, Turkie... this picture of your pussy reminds me of an infected pumpkin, with Hanging
Skidmark from: popeye-x Posted at the Turkie Nazi Centerfold Message Board, otherwise known as Tacki's Internet Turnstile... under the watchful eye of the Turkie Nazi Anal Spot Spy Cam, which is turned up Butt-Ugly to reveal the inner sanctum of her MESSAGE FROM PPX: Oh, Turkie Nazi, the GREAT Terrie Neilson, fighter for righteous causes that tie in with that NICE man, Michael Bolton. What a fucking lunatic nazi bitch you are! Have you ever heard of the term "SNITCH"? Look it up. I bet there isn't one flattering definition for the word, "SNITCH". And that's what you are. You are so compulsive in your snitching, the fact you have nothing to snitch about, and no one to snitch on, or to, doesn't seem to phase you. You snitch anyway. You HAVE to. Your goal is to SNITCH Popeye-X off to Michel Bolton HIMSELF, and don't even try to deny that you haven't tried. That would be your ultimate snitch "accomplishment", to get Michael Bolton to get your tits removed from my website. I got news for you, IT AIN'T NEVER EVER GONNA HAPPEN, you shit for brains, TV Guide Gestapo, Rosy McDonalds corn-huskin', lesbianised GROUPIE SLUT, snitch-ass RAT BASTARD BITCH!!!! That's another name for a "snitch"... a RAT. That's what you are. A rodent. And what have you accomplished by ratting, besides your newly attained position as Queen Rat? Absolutely nothing. Its only gotten worse, and the worst is yet to come. None of your sntching has accomplished any of your goals whatsoever, so obviously, you aren't so worried about acheiving results, are you? Then, why, pray tell, do you do it? You enjoy GOING THRU THE MOTIONS, because it makes you feel like you're actually fighting for a cause, that gives you pleasure because you're such a gallant humanitarian, Terrie. You've solved so much with your little tattletale e-mails to complete strangers. Therefore, in honor of all that goodness
you stand for, and to show that you aren't willing to give up the fight to help raped
& battered women everywhere, why don't you just quit beating around the bush, and come
over here and I'm quite serious... ask Tacki, Hmmm? You've got my address, You can suck my dick for a few hours, then we can figure out all this "communication breakdown" stuff later on, when we're all relaxed, after I'm through fucking you silly, and my come is running out of every hole in your body, including a few of those hidden nooks and crannies. Hey, I have a question, Turkie. Q: Why does the crack of your ass remind me of a humongus |
