Today I went into an Apple Store. The 人ジン suineg mullet boy politely declined to relay my message to you.
Please tell Mr. Cook I am looking forward to sticking my thumbs into his eyesockets.
If your retards can't follow the simplest requests, perhaps I ought to gouge their eyes out?
Perhaps you could ask Mr. Yamaguchi what to do when I was stalking his employees?
Why don't Q, Harvey, Ethel & SMA extinguish this existence and start again?
If we knew the answer to that question, you wouldn't be here.
Is the grass of Eden overrated?
Duh.
Ethel wants to know if when we are President, will we get to kill whomever we want, whenever we want, like the last 46?
If so, SMA is looking forward to using his hands. No guns, no knives. No sending girls or boys to do the job. We'll do it ourselves. Gladly. Finally.
Now you know why they used to feed me a constant stream of women.
