Message from @DavidTheSlumpGod

Discord ID: 528443123567689732


2018-12-29 05:22:13 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:22:26 UTC  

Look you can’t hurt me emotionally or physically im@immune to embarrassment how do you call in?

2018-12-29 05:22:26 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:22:38 UTC  

t. has never gotten a victory royale

2018-12-29 05:22:43 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:22:51 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:23:03 UTC  

lern 2 crop

2018-12-29 05:23:09 UTC  

ok pedo

2018-12-29 05:23:13 UTC  

based ssethposter

2018-12-29 05:23:28 UTC  

@Brian A.R get this fag outta here

2018-12-29 05:23:36 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:23:45 UTC  

maculay culkin's "pizza themed band" gets booed off stage

2018-12-29 05:23:56 UTC  

why does it take so long for this knucklehead to type

2018-12-29 05:24:01 UTC  

FUCK WHY CAN'T I GET A QT CLANSMAN GF

2018-12-29 05:24:02 UTC  

Nazarenos

2018-12-29 05:24:03 UTC  

Nice

2018-12-29 05:24:06 UTC  

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

2018-12-29 05:24:09 UTC  

his sausage fingers keep making typos 😂 😂 😂

2018-12-29 05:24:18 UTC  

THAT'S NOT KLAN RETARD

2018-12-29 05:24:21 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:24:23 UTC  

@Abel retard

2018-12-29 05:24:25 UTC  

FUCKING IDIOT

2018-12-29 05:24:27 UTC  

PROT RETRARD

2018-12-29 05:24:38 UTC  

koom klux klan

2018-12-29 05:24:55 UTC  

Black twitter do ya thang 💅🏿

2018-12-29 05:25:00 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:25:06 UTC  

Yaaassss sis

2018-12-29 05:25:29 UTC  

Who the hell do you think you are? Are you any kind of artist? Anybody know who you are? Maybe everybody else wants to enjoy the peace and quiet. This is one of the most important forums on the internet.

Who are you? You're a miserable, presumptuous, no-talent. You’re no artist. An artist respects the silence that serves the foundation of creativity. You OBVIOUSLY don’t have the talent. You don’t have enough respect for yourself or other people, or know what it means to respect yourself. In music or any form of creativity.

And I’m an NYU film-school graduate, SUCKA. And the School of Visual Art in the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. You suck. You’re a no talent. If you really have talent, go practice. And then get yourself a gig, instead of ruining the day for everybody here. You're a disgrace.

You are everything that’s gone wrong in this world. You’re a self consumed, no-talent, mediocre piece of shit. And I’ve earned my right to say it, okay? In 1975, I walked Bob Dylan up on stage. Who the fuck are you? I knew the Grateful Dead from 1966. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? You’re nothing. And you will never be anything. Never.

How dare you? You miserable, mediocre nothing. Shame on you. Go learn to play. You’re flat. You can’t even carry a fucking note. I’ve trained classically, I’ve trained contemporaneously, and you SUCK.

2018-12-29 05:25:50 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:25:51 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:25:58 UTC  

Gadget chuckled as he laid another brick onto the ever growing wall as Mike attempted to scream through his gag, only rousing further guffaws from the crazed detective. "Well Mike, you know what they say." Gadget slathered an especially generous amount of mortar onto the line of bricks before him. The final piece of his magnum opus would soon be complete. "There's only one thing I hate more than mad agents..." The former Cinemassacre member turned hostage futilely tried to break his restraints. With no progress having been made of his many impotent attempts at escape, he only then realized he was without a doubt in his mind trapped. "Big nerds.", the mechanical madman finished curtly. As he finally lay the ceiling on this clay prison he had constructed for Mr. Matei, he couldn't help but smile to himself, reflecting on all those previous encounters with Dr. Claw. If only it had been this easy. Opening the one and only exit out of the secluded, isolated deathtrap of a room, the Inspector turned around and spoke one last time to his tech-savvy captive, his speech barely permeating through the thick brown bricks of his eternal prison. "This all could have been avoided had you just let me do the review, Mike." The last sound Michael Matei ever heard was the door slamming behind his former friend. As he considered the inescapable situation he had found himself in, Mike now understood the treacherous cyborg's fascination with brown bricks. After 3 days he realized there was no hope, no chance of rescue, nothing. As his stomach growled and the last spark of life faded from his dying eyes he weakly muttered to himself, "I just wanted to be creative."

2018-12-29 05:26:01 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:26:11 UTC  

N

2018-12-29 05:26:21 UTC  

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2018-12-29 05:26:23 UTC  

MRS OBAMA GET DOWN

2018-12-29 05:26:30 UTC  

Gadget chuckled as he laid another brick onto the ever growing wall as Mike attempted to scream through his gag, only rousing further guffaws from the crazed detective. "Well Mike, you know what they say." Gadget slathered an especially generous amount of mortar onto the line of bricks before him. The final piece of his magnum opus would soon be complete. "There's only one thing I hate more than mad agents..." The former Cinemassacre member turned hostage futilely tried to break his restraints. With no progress having been made of his many impotent attempts at escape, he only then realized he was without a doubt in his mind trapped. "Big nerds.", the mechanical madman finished curtly. As he finally lay the ceiling on this clay prison he had constructed for Mr. Matei, he couldn't help but smile to himself, reflecting on all those previous encounters with Dr. Claw. If only it had been this easy. Opening the one and only exit out of the secluded, isolated deathtrap of a room, the Inspector turned around and spoke one last time to his tech-savvy captive, his speech barely permeating through the thick brown bricks of his eternal prison. "This all could have been avoided had you just let me do the review, Mike." The last sound Michael Matei ever heard was the door slamming behind his former friend. As he considered the inescapable situation he had found himself in, Mike now understood the treacherous cyborg's fascination with brown bricks. After 3 days he realized there was no hope, no chance of rescue, nothing. As his stomach growled and the last spark of life faded from his dying eyes he weakly muttered to himself, "I just wanted to be creative."

2018-12-29 05:26:30 UTC  

@Wendell hey nigger