Who even are you?
I remember Kaze when he was just starting out and on these forums… it was before his professional building years, yet he has always been a righteous badass in mah book.
SOME of you have a bit to learn about internet toughguy behavior cuz it aint werkin for ya. :lol:
youch ! a direct hit in their balls, way to go Catz
all in a days work eh?
it’s me and my friends aunt carrot, aunt aubergine, uncle overcooked cauliflower, PI and sleazebob
you might actually wanna upload a picture
No hotlinking, I guess. URL is valid.
And if’n I can’t see yer face, it 'taint gettin in that thur gallery. 
Early on I was beaten and yelled at, this being evidenced on film at my second birthday. I started stealing automobiles that year, but after being caught I entered a state of depression, became ennui, and eventually jumped with the attempt to drown myself. Standing on the bottom of the pool I hesitated, and was again a failure at what ignoble thing I tried. After that experience I drank a fair supply of alcohol during ages four through six, and having once exposed my childlike banter to the wrong people with some undesirable repercussions, I took something like a vow of silence at age seven and a half, inhibiting my ability to develop verbally. The trusted friends I had were severed from me at age eight, traveling 963 miles southward. I encountered with spite people whose accents were quite unlike the refined peoples I was raised with. As I also needed to change schools, the education system was grossly inferior compared to the lectures I had up north.
Fourteen years and a few fractured romances later, with the past two years being lived in isolation, here I emerge with the knowledge I am still a better man than you. This may be the result of low esteems having cascaded into something grossly inflated, or it may be justified musings of a political radical who knows more than his nemeses may ever, but the feeling is as consistent as my respect for my fellow human beings who have not performed insults against me, and so I recite that as calmly as I spoke when I whispered sweet nothings into your mother’s ear last night.
I confess: I have embellished. I have not yet met your mother.
And with that… ya’ll shud take it to a bedroom. Or PM’s. Whichever is more satisfying.
basically this
I’m just going to make it clear that I’m not taking the time to read that and I will simply say you are still a douchebag, no matter how elaborately you word it.
And for the sake of the thread, have a bunch of pictures from like the past month or so.
rawr
My brother is like a skinny version of you. Eerie resemblence.
TL;DR: I’m a dick.
Fun how the two people who love to insult me the most are the same ones unwilling to read for ammunition, things to possibly generate valid insults about.
Shocking, considering I just called you a douche. By calling me a douchebag you’re saying we’re meant for eachother. I don’t think I’m ready to take it to that level.
oh, stop this for fuck’s sake, you are both equally stupid!
This pose always makes your head look way too small for the rest of your body.
It is way too small for the rest of his body.
You could all take a lesson in humility from me.
Or we couldn’t.
Are you kidding me?
I’m like the most humble guy I know.