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What the **** did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the **** out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, ****. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

 

First of all mother ****, let me tell you something you little punk assed bitch. Don't fucking e-mail me and tell me how god damn cool you think Stone Cold is because you met him at Wal-Mart and then run your God Damn mouth about him in this public domain.

Second, I will forget more about wrestling today, then your **** ass will ever fucking know. Period.

Third, you don't know shit about me, if you did, you would bend over and kiss my god damn ass, because I personally guarantee that I could make your punk ass.

You are in Austin, no fucking problem, I will personally drive down there and whip your little ass, and record it to post on this fucking site. You want some real shit mother ****? I will be down there tomorrow if you fucking want it. I am sick of your little punk ass. If your'e still in San Antonio, no problem as well, my girlfriend has a trial in San Antonio and I will be driving there as well and have nothing to do on my days off while she is at trial (she's a paralegal, not that it is any of your fucking business).

Get a fucking clue you fucking son of a bitch. Damn sure don't write checks your fucking ass can't cash mother ****. I am personally calling your fucking ass out. You want to fucking run your mouth? I'll give your fucking little **** ass something to talk about. You come on here every god damn day running your mouth, and still have not said one fucking word worth listening to. Stupid ass piece of shit. I got nothing better to do on Monday or Tuesdays of any fucking week than to spend three hours driving down to Austin pissed off and shove my fist right the **** down your throat. I'll tell you the same thing I will tell anyone, you want some of me, you name the time and the place mother ****.....I'm ALWAYS ready.

 
 
 
 
 
 

ethugtxt

Electronic thug. A pale, pimple faced, skinny white kid who would most likely burn up if he came into contact with natural sunlight. Spends all of his time threatening people over the internet to compensate for his lack of a life and hatred of humanity for not accepting him.

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