Dear Lounge Members...

FUCK YOU FUCKING STUPID DOUCHE FAGGOTS.. I HOPE YOU ALL FUCKING DIE.. kthx

hey you posted in lounge too, I guess you killed yourself by now

Dear Anonymous,
    Hello it is nice to see you too. Yeah its been a good day sitting here douching myself like a stupid faggot while trolling 4chan forums and making retarded posts in random threads. I hope you are having a good day too. I have to go now, my dildo is stuck.
       Lounge User

Dear Anonymous,
  Now this is the story all about how my life got twisted upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sittin right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia I'm born and raised on a playground is
where I've spent the most of my days chilling out, maxing,
relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of
the school when a couple of guys, they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it

First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass if this's what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, go home to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Go, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
    Lounge User #2

Ok...

Dear Anonymous,
  Now this is the story all about how my life got twisted upside down and I'd like to take a minute just sittin right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia I'm born and raised on a playground is
where I've spent the most of my days chilling out, maxing,
relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of
the school when a couple of guys, they were up to no good
started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunte and uncle in Bel-Air"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it

First class, yo this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass if this's what the people of Bel-Air livin' like, hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought now forget it, go home to Bel-Air

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Go, home smell you later" looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
    Lounge User #2

>>1
Why thank you! Have a nice day! :)

>>1
Mom?