Floyd speaks on 'Punk Ass Pac'

[Counter-puncher]

bless you carbo. for a while on here it seemed as though you were able to maintain critical distance w/r/t DG, but you just can't help yourself can you? i sympathise.

[DG.]

Don't get on DG's back. He's just being prickly and defensive because the guy whose posters he has pinned up in his bedroom, Floyd Batty Boy Mayweather, has been proved as being the punk ass, yellow-bellied, chicken-sh1t bi-atch everyone always said he was.

P and D? Moi?

Pacman is a juicer... accept it!!

So, anyone who's good is a juicer? Really? That's your logic. Well fcuk me if it isn't the manifestation of Sherlock Holmes posting on a boxing website.

Honestly, go back to slurping Floyd's cum.

It seems you'll swallow anything else of his.

I never said anyone who is a good is a juicer!

I think your 'new life' as a rent boy is creeping into your posts.

[Carbo]

bless you carbo. for a while on here it seemed as though you were able to maintain critical distance w/r/t DG, but you just can't help yourself can you? i sympathise.

Easy Cum, Easy Go.
A Play, by Carbo

[A fat, slow-witted, but expensively dressed African-American picks up the phone and dials a number. Floyd Mayweather Junior answers it]

Leonard Ellerbe: Yussum, Boss. Ah's bin on the phone to Bob Arum, Boss, and he says Pacquiao will submit to the testing. Look like dey gone done it af'er all, boss: offered the Oympic blood testin' you wanted, said dey'd do it random up to 24 days, on the day of the fight right after, and pee-pee testin' in between. We gonna have to fight him, yessum
Floyd Mayweather Jr: Gawd Damn, muthafcuker, son-of-a-b1tch! What ah tell yo' dumb ass. What ah tell yo? Huh? We ain't fighting that muthafcuker. Whadd-ah employ yo' dumb ass for, anyway?
LE: Yessum, ah's-a-sorry boss. But ah thought we'd gone done good. 24 days.
FM: You is a dumb-ass, ain't you. Ah just don't wanna fight him, but I need a way out.
LE: But now the fans done gone and think it be our fault, Boss. He accepted Olympic testing. He compromised on the testing schedule. Now he's compromised again.
FM: Yeah, lemme think. Got it! Call the press and tell them that we want 14 days. Also, make some more insinuations -- look that up in the dictionary Leonard -- that Pacquiao is juicing.

[at that moment, a head pops up from between Mayweathers legs, and the face reveals it to be DG, who has been performing fallacio and who has a white fluid dripping from his lips]

DG: Oh, really, Floyd, I will believe you! And can you cum again? I'll swallow anything!

[Counter-puncher]

[DG.]

bless you carbo. for a while on here it seemed as though you were able to maintain critical distance w/r/t DG, but you just can't help yourself can you? i sympathise.

Easy Cum, Easy Go.
A Play, by Carbo

[A fat, slow-witted, but expensively dressed African-American picks up the phone and dials a number. Floyd Mayweather Junior answers it]

Leonard Ellerbe: Yussum, Boss. Ah's bin on the phone to Bob Arum, Boss, and he says Pacquiao will submit to the testing. Look like dey gone done it af'er all, boss: offered the Oympic blood testin' you wanted, said dey'd do it random up to 24 days, on the day of the fight right after, and pee-pee testin' in between. We gonna have to fight him, yessum
Floyd Mayweather Jr: Gawd Damn, muthafcuker, son-of-a-b1tch! What ah tell yo' dumb ass. What ah tell yo? Huh? We ain't fighting that muthafcuker. Whadd-ah employ yo' dumb ass for, anyway?
LE: Yessum, ah's-a-sorry boss. But ah thought we'd gone done good. 24 days.
FM: You is a dumb-ass, ain't you. Ah just don't wanna fight him, but I need a way out.
LE: But now the fans done gone and think it be our fault, Boss. He accepted Olympic testing. He compromised on the testing schedule. Now he's compromised again.
FM: Yeah, lemme think. Got it! Call the press and tell them that we want 14 days. Also, make some more insinuations -- look that up in the dictionary Leonard -- that Pacquiao is juicing.

[at that moment, a head pops up from between Mayweathers legs, and the face reveals it to be DG, who has been performing fallacio and who has a white fluid dripping from his lips]

DG: Oh, really, Floyd, I will believe you! And can you cum again? I'll swallow anything!

Do you have a job?

KIDS READ THIS FORUM, YOUR GAY PLAY IS INAPPROPRIATE.

MODERATORS, BAN HIM!

[Carbo]

bless you carbo. for a while on here it seemed as though you were able to maintain critical distance w/r/t DG, but you just can't help yourself can you? i sympathise.

Easy Cum, Easy Go.
A Play, by Carbo

[A fat, slow-witted, but expensively dressed African-American picks up the phone and dials a number. Floyd Mayweather Junior answers it]

Leonard Ellerbe: Yussum, Boss. Ah's bin on the phone to Bob Arum, Boss, and he says Pacquiao will submit to the testing. Look like dey gone done it af'er all, boss: offered the Oympic blood testin' you wanted, said dey'd do it random up to 24 days, on the day of the fight right after, and pee-pee testin' in between. We gonna have to fight him, yessum
Floyd Mayweather Jr: Gawd Damn, muthafcuker, son-of-a-b1tch! What ah tell yo' dumb ass. What ah tell yo? Huh? We ain't fighting that muthafcuker. Whadd-ah employ yo' dumb ass for, anyway?
LE: Yessum, ah's-a-sorry boss. But ah thought we'd gone done good. 24 days.
FM: You is a dumb-ass, ain't you. Ah just don't wanna fight him, but I need a way out.
LE: But now the fans done gone and think it be our fault, Boss. He accepted Olympic testing. He compromised on the testing schedule. Now he's compromised again.
FM: Yeah, lemme think. Got it! Call the press and tell them that we want 14 days. Also, make some more insinuations -- look that up in the dictionary Leonard -- that Pacquiao is juicing.

[at that moment, a head pops up from between Mayweathers legs, and the face reveals it to be DG, who has been performing fallacio and who has a white fluid dripping from his lips]

DG: Oh, really, Floyd, I will believe you! And can you cum again? I'll swallow anything!

Do you have a job?

In Russia, we get a week and half off after New Year, because everyone is too pissed to go back to work anytime earlier. Ture story.