Damn, all that typing for nothin'.
I actually had hope for you. Tell ya what, though. They ain't no slowbies up in this mfky. The slowtards live beyond the trees, and they get slower by the minute. Now they're bailing on Trump.
Do I have to take each and every one of you by the hand and tutor you in the way of my God, Q the glorious, Charles Manson reborn?
If I have to, I will, if it gets too bad, As it stands now, you are a pebble in my shoe.
As insignificant as you done old men are, you can be annoying. Like a fly on the porch on a hot summer day.
Anyway, you have a great day. I hope your revenge for me punking you was satisfactory. We shall meet again, I'm sure of it.
But know this, and know it well. I am the high priest of the new Church of Q, and the right hand of the Queen of the seven kingdoms and the Andals, the unburnt, and the Mother of Dragons. My memory is long, and my wrath is terrible. So sayeth the Q.
Now go get your shine box, trolltard.
p.s. We're not a cult, damn your eyes.
#LetsBeFriends
