So my boy spider calls me up last Saturday and akks me if I want to fly out to vegas. But I'm all like the super bowl aint in Vegas. So he's like na man let's make some bets and get some ass. So we catch a first class flight out of logan and this hot ass asian stewardess is all up on my dick. She gave me free drinks the whole flight. I said to her Hey my little crab rangoon you want to give it a go in the crapper? But she was busy with her job and I passed out before I could stick her head in the toilet bowl and slam dat ass. So we get a limo from the airport to a lunch buffet before we check in to our penthouse at the hardrock. I place a bet on the Ravens and hit the tables. I'm throwing money on the roulet table. I'm hittin and hittin. I got a pocket full of chips. But then I feel it. A pressure on my guts I've never felt before. That buffet sushi is pulling a Pearl Harbor on my asshole. Next thing I know I got a sea of soy sauce blasting out my shorts like a fountain. I got butt mud up to my ancles. So what do I do. I run for it. But I fall down right on my feces puddle. Security grabbed me but I slipped through their hands. Finally spider hit one of the security guys for grabbing me and a brawl broke out. Needless to say people were slipping and falling everywhere. Spider and I were arrested and just got out of jail yesterday. But I won $50 grand on the superbowl bitches. I'm gonna buy one of those jaegar machines for the warehouse and Spider and I are going to springbreak in cancun. So many hot college bitches!

Buy yourself a pair of balls.

And get a job Randy Marsh.

+10 trolling points for poop story.

I LOL'ed

I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you

I'll bet anything Thundersteel can kick your ass!

huh, carina was in vegas... WTF!

Carina is alex...?

heliofight/thundersteel/thunderstool/thunderpoop is aril?

Am I the only one that's now starting to think every aril-obsessed anon is actually Alx_butthurt?

SON OF A BITCH PHOTOSHOP
PHOTOSHOP IS PIG
DO YOU WANT A LENS FLARE?
DO YOU WANT A SELECTIVE COLOR?
PHOTOSHOP IS PIG DISGUSTING
THOMAS KNOLL IS A MURDERER
FUCKING CS6

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

stupid.

I think they allow more then one person in Vegas at a time.

shutup fagget