What an eventful evening that Jimbo and the Prolapsed Rectums hadnplanned for me....but there is the old saying if you want to make God, or in this case, Jay, laugh then tell him your plans. Well these short bus riding fools told me everything I meeded to know. The only thing I had to do was do a Braveheart like call to arms and say that I can't wait for them to come after me because that will be my opportunity to fucking kill them. Needless to say, not one came after me. I have no qualms if ten of there dumbest or best retards come at me because I will kill nine and if by some fluke I go down or get killed I know I took the vast majority out. I can accept that as a way to leave this world. Those prolapsed rectums know this and therefore fear me because they know it's true but also they fear death. Especially, death from me which will be vicious, violent and result in their fucking heads being cut off and thrown in the street. That's the most likely way those idiots will meet their timely and deserved death. As I said before, many times, please come after me with all that you don't have. I will slaughter you. I will be the proximate cause of why you go to hell. It's only a matter of time... something you all don't have much of. I, on the other hand, have plenty of time which is the most precious of commodities in this world as time is something you can never get back. much like your life or I the Scoundrel's case, your face or your family. Fuck with me again and you will have nothing left.