My boy Kurt has some unfinished biz to do with that Geffen assfaggot.
But I digress . . .
PAIN
LOOK, a witch glider . . . They really can fly!
Teach me how to 'connect' with the otherworld and cast Muh spells . . .
Fucktard psychos
And my boy Chris has a little score to settle with the PEDOWOOD mafia. The red 'exercise' band . . . um, really, fucktards?
PAIN
How's Harvey, bitches . . .?
PEDOWOOD on meltdown