I own a longsword for home defense, just like ye lordes of old intended. four rapscallions break into my cottage. “the bloody ♥♥♥♥?” as i grab my helm and swordbelt. ram a five foot blade into the first man, he’s dead on the spot. draw my seax on the second man, it doesn’t penetrate mail because it’s british and bruises his ribs. i have to resort to the ballistae mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with a serrated point, “your mother was a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!” the bolt catches two men and shreds them, the force cracks my sidewalk and sends concrete flying. draw flail and run down the last terrified bandit. he dies of brain damage waiting for the police to arrive since blunt force trauma can’t be healed. Just as the Lord intended.:tobdog:

jchm : stay tiny

I've known Jchm for 15 years. Terrific guy. He's a lot of fun to be with. It is even said that he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side.

HOT 🔥 Claudettes 👧 in YOUR AREA 🗺️ are playing ⏯️ DEAD BY DAYLIGHT! ☠️ Are YOU 👨‍🦲 hung 😏 like a HOOKED SURVIVOR 🎣 or is your ♥♥♥♥ 🍆 exhausted 😰 from being DEAD HARD??? Share 🤝 with ONE friend 👱 and NURSE 🏥 will click 🖱️ your FLASHLIGHT 🔦 until your SPINE CHILL 🐈 activates. Share 🤝 with FIVE friends 👧 and JANE ROMERO 💁‍♀️ will suck 🌬️ your SLIPPERY MEAT 🥩 in the KILLER SHACK 🏚️ Share 🤝 with TEN friends 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 and get POUNDED 🔨 by a red rank SWF 👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 and covered in MURKY REAGENT 💦 Better HURRY 🏃 and BLOW 🌬️ another survivors GEN💡before ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 🐇 uses NOED 💀 (No One Escapes ♥♥♥♥ 🍆)!

-rep completely rude to me (it was not only him it was a group of others) calling me names for no reason, other than what my name i son steam. i think that'sjust complete stupidity.

I own a longsword for home defense, just like ye lordes of old intended. four rapscallions break into my cottage. “the bloody ♥♥♥♥?” as i grab my helm and swordbelt. ram a five foot blade into the first man, he’s dead on the spot. draw my seax on the second man, it doesn’t penetrate mail because it’s british and bruises his ribs. i have to resort to the ballistae mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with a serrated point, “your mother was a hamster and your father smells of elderberries!” the bolt catches two men and shreds them, the force cracks my sidewalk and sends concrete flying. draw flail and run down the last terrified bandit. he dies of brain damage waiting for the police to arrive since blunt force trauma can’t be healed. Just as the Lord intended.:tobdog: