For that to be true, one would have to assume that I was killing an action that anybody other than a pair of fucking retards would derive any sort of buzz from. That's a pretty goddamned big assumption, my friend. Anyone who gets a buzz off of attempting to trace down a shitty wrestling message board's absentee severely needs to find Jesus and potent drugs, though not necessarily in that order. Want a buzz? Go to KFC, order a dozen biscuits and ask for one of their "Colonel's Special Honey" packets for each biscuit. Now, do what the fuck ever you want with those biscuits (hell, you'll probably fuck 'em one by one, I noticed on your facebook page you've dropped your Captain Spalding's trailer scene girlfriend and are single again) but open each of those "honey" packets. Now take them, one by one, jam the fuckers up your nostril and squeeze firmly. There, you got a goddamned buzz that will last for however long it take you to get all that high fructose shit out of your nose plus the lightheadedness that will go along with the ensuing sinus infection and then a great flashback when the nasal cancer mastitizes a few years down the road and you're spraying liquid cranberry sauce across the room every time your sneeze or cough.

Fuck you and your buzzkill horseshit, hippy!

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If you kill me it's self defense
And if I kill ya' then I call it vengeance
Spit in your eye I will defy
You'll be afraid when I call out your name