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Look how short he is

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TorqueWheeler

Dan doesn't have a penis. I. Do.
The shoes are familiar.
The more pictures of his feet surface the funnier that “I don’t own sneakers” lie gets. Not only has Pat owned multiple pairs of garbage tier sneakers over the years they’ve all been the exact same black uppers/white sole colorways. It is very clearly his taste. Just like the vandal!
 

HotDogJoe

Professional leech since 1994. Anyone can do it.
I'd love to stand next to him and really gauge his true height. Maybe one day.

If you ever attempted that, you would be neutralized and held in place until the police arrived. When they arrive you would be escorted to prison and the female cops would compliment me on my height and we would likely go out to dinner. Being 6’1 helps :cool:

I’m sorry you’re stupid. I can’t help you.
 

HotDogJoe

Professional leech since 1994. Anyone can do it.
I don't know if it'd be retarded to visit Milwaukee just to have a conversation with Pat. Like, just pretend to be a stranger at a bar, and not let him know I'm a stlaker child. It'd be surreal, but it seems sort of deranged and probably not worth the trip to Wisconsin.

You could always fuck Tess the bartender to make it worth your while. I hear Dan left a brown treat for her on one of the bar stools when he was there though, so just watch out for that.
 

PogromStallone

Give Me Some Money
I don't know if it'd be retarded to visit Milwaukee just to have a conversation with Pat. Like, just pretend to be a stranger at a bar, and not let him know I'm a stlaker child. It'd be surreal, but it seems sort of deranged and probably not worth the trip to Wisconsin.
Record it and drop a bunch of semi-obscure OnA references.
 

MonsterSteve

Age.
I don't know if it'd be retarded to visit Milwaukee just to have a conversation with Pat. Like, just pretend to be a stranger at a bar, and not let him know I'm a stlaker child. It'd be surreal, but it seems sort of deranged and probably not worth the trip to Wisconsin.
I'd love to just start up conversation for an hour or so and then right before I leave I slip in a word or phrase where he knows or at least THINKS it might be a stlaker child. Or just leave a 'payquasi' business card when he goes to the bathroom and when he gets back he starts screaming "bartender....BARTENDER!!! EXCUSE ME BARTENDER!!!!!, CALL THE COPS, CHILD. And while you're at it get me a diablo sandwich and a dr pepper and make it fast I'm INNA GODDAMN HURRY".
 
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