iBankCoin is not your average website. One does not come here and forget the name or the people that blog here, who in fact LAY WASTE to the fucking garbage on other sites.
Every morning, I rip out my beating heart, from my chest, dripping with blood, and put it into the site. By no means will it ever be used as a scamp launching pad for moronic bullshit. Just so you know, there is no value that can be affixed to one’s bleeding heart. If I approached you and said “asshole, my heart sucks. I’ll buy yours for a million dollars.” What would you say?
Exactly.
iBankCoin is Hollywood; you’re just Bollywood.
iBankCoin is a Tsar Bomba; you’re just a jumping jack.
iBankCoin is an electro-magnetic rail gun; you’re just a wet diaper.
See, it’s not about the motion of the ocean; but the size of one’s cock. “The Fly” is hung like a giraffe/elephant hybrid—in more ways than one— while you’re a hermaphrodite, fucking yourself when bored.
The point of this rant, not to be rude or anything like that, “The Fly” doesn’t want to be CNBC or The Gay Street Journal. All I require is a little Earth and Water, on this bullshit planet, in order to allow me to rain down meteoric conflagrations of alphabet soup, upon your addled pubescent think box.
Good Night Folks.
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