What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you lefty? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Trump University, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Twitter, and I have over 300 confirmed banned accounts.

I am trained in meme warfare and I’m the top memer in thedonald.win You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with spicy memes the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of centipedes across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can out-meme you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my 2007 Toshiba laptop.

Not only am I extensively trained in MS Paint, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the td.win template folder and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will meme fury all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fucking deported, kiddo.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you lefty? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class at Trump University, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Twitter, and I have over 300 confirmed banned accounts.

I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top memer in thedonald.win You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with spicy memes the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.

You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of centipedes across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can out-meme you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my 2007 Toshiba laptop.

Not only am I extensively trained in MS Paint, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the td.win template folder and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue.

But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will meme fury all over you and you will drown in it.

You’re fucking donezo, kiddo.