1. No, I'm not going to "stfu", so you can just march on out of here with that retarded idea.

2. I can't be a pussy if I've been the only one with a pair of balls on this cesspool of a platform for the last few years.

3. A "sea turtle dog" doesn't exist and makes me think you're a first grader.

4. Pretty sure Obama doesn't have a disabled cousin. Also, you haven't seen me, so guess again.

5. Yeah, you can't pump helium into a brain and if my intelligence eludes you, it's because you're simple-minded.

6. I've got plenty of brain cells in my head--unlike you who doesn't know the difference between "Can't" and "Cant."

7. Well, this is all sorts of messed up. Wraith is supposed to be capitalized and how does one need more work in "You are head?" You do realize that "You're" means "You are," right? You missed the hyphen in "Spider-Man" and no, it will not be ending anytime soon. And I can't embarrass myself if you're the one who can't spell correctly in this scenario. Try again. 🥱

8. It'll have been 4 years on the 12th of this month and I'm still here because I talk to some associates of mine. And don't worry kiddo; I'm still making plenty of money and following my dreams. And I'm not arguing with anyone--arguing would suggest my opponents have something of value to contribute. Unfortunately for both you and them, that's not the case as I have to explain to you people how to roast properly, how to spell, proper grammar, etc.

I'm sorry kid, but if you expected things to go your way after your embarrassing stand-up routine, you had better go roast the Cuck King if you want those kinds of results.

https://youtu.be/5rEsx-gOU34

Snap my bones? You couldn't snap a KitKat to save your life. 😄😄😄

You keep mentioning how I look, but you've got no clue and it shows. Badly. You're pulling stuff out of your ass in desperation and it's absolutely amusing to me.

I don't know what fucking a woman has to do with anything, but I'm experienced in intimacy, which is more than your experience in both intimacy and roasting. And if my balls are so big that they touch my stomach, I wouldn't be able to get bitches off of me, especially coupled with my rather long dick that's so big, it had to be added to my personality just to give me some semblance of equal footing for all you losers. But the sheer fact you're ignorant that big balls attract women, tells me you've never even be laid--I suggest you have a chicken lay on you and wait for a sort of half-assed experience though.

You have one simple job: Entertain me and dish out some decent roasts. You don't have an account, so you've got zero personality, besides coming off as uneducated, cowardly, and butt-hurt. You can't spell. Your roasts are so bad, that if you Googled the word, "Garbage", it would show up screenshots of your attempts at trying to communicate and insult.

Simply put, you're a horrendous doofus with the sophistication of a retarded ogre; a delusional and disheveled dimwit with a brain the size of a peanut and nonexistent balls with enough estrogen running through your veins that it wouldn't surprise me if people believed you to be a transgender.

"You don't have an account, so you've got zero personality, besides coming off as

uneducated, cowardly, and butt-hurt."

The account was to add to your plain-as-paper personality, as without one, you strictly come off as uneducated, cowardly, and butt-hurt. That's your personality as of right now and you've done that without an account, so I haven't a clue what you're talking about. As I told you earlier, get some reading comprehension and maybe you won't be confused about what one did or did not say. You have the opportunity to at least try to be more than a cretin with an ant-head with at least an entertaining profile. If we were to take away your profile picture and just be left with your name, "Anonymous", you know what conclusion everyone would come to? That you're uneducated, cowardly, and butt-hurt, as that's all you've portrayed yourself as since I've met you. You, quite literally, due to the way you express yourself and your blank profile, come across as only those things because frankly, that's all you have to offer.

Then, you take a guy like me. Let's say I decided to be an anonymous ant-head. You know what would be the difference between you and I? I'd actually be educated, would still win roast battles, and be the most famous mystery man Padlet has ever laid eyes on. I'd be witty, hilarious, and downright dominate, just as it is today.

Next, I don't think I'm some type of tutor, because unfortunately, I am a tutor--to all of you imbecilic dumbasses with asses made of lard and shit for brains. I shouldn't have to be your damn teachers and have to constantly correct you, Johnson the Cuck, Toxic, ANALea, Ronny the Broken Robot, etc. I shouldn't have to tell you how to word your insults in order for it to make fucking sense nor should I have to explain the errors in logic that actually help me in this roast battle.

For instance, in one of your insults yesterday you said the following:

"You have failed to roast me just like your dirty ass gone dads condom.Like actually who do you think you are? Who lite the fuse to ur tampon?"

Bear in mind that I kept almost all of your spelling and grammatical errors present in that quote. Now, let's go over just this little bit you presented to me. The way it's worded, you make it sound like a dirty, used condom has roasted you before, as last I checked, condoms aren't alive nor can they speak to roast anyone. But hey, I guess they made an exception for your sorry ass. Next, I don't "Think", I know I'm the Smartass Extraordinaire. And finally, I don't wear tampons since I'm a guy and have more common sense and testosterone than you could ever hope to obtain, and I don't know anyone who has a lite, nor a fuse strapped to a tampon, but I guess you try to pull out anything that comes to mind, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.

Believe me, I would love nothing more than to refrain from correcting you cretins and actually just enjoy a roasting battle fully, but you guys are so illiterate and so asinine, that's never going to happen. You wanna change that? Then read a damn book and go back to school.

Honest. I've seen countless people on here--cucks and incels really, complain about it. What I find absolutely hilarious though is that even though having sex is the easiest it's ever been in this time in history, a ton of guys just can't obtain it. Heck, even if they manage to get there, a lot of them still show out during the act and kill the mood. Take a look at Madame Sin's community--an embarrassing amount of them have sat there and farted during the act like a bunch of hogs who just finished up fifteen bean burritos from Taco Bell.

Some guys can't be as sexy like my brother and I, and that's okay, as having charisma isn't something everyone has. But I assure you buddy, trying to talk about your shriveled dick and deflated balls isn't going to suddenly get the babes flocking to you--especially when you keep hiding at every opportunity and show us you lost your testosterone.

I was kicking ass on Padlet practically all day yesterday and totally obliterated you yesterday. You had ample time to respond as I know having my attention is your one goal in life, and you just crumbled beneath the pressure. I log on today and just see you've responded only with a single paragraph where you showed you still can't spell, have no reading comprehension and announced that in your opening when you incorrectly announced what I said simply last night, and then after making all those errors, tried to get on my case for correcting mistakes that I would expect from a shocking five year old!

Talking about my parents in made-up scenarios isn't going to do shit, as I'm not in middle school. Only the simple-minded, such as yourself, would get offended by something so absurd. Trying to talk about your genitals so often that it practically makes up 50% of your banal personality isn't impressive or even mildly interesting. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that you've got to start over from square one. The way you're going about this is so fucking lame, it would put most Padlet users to sleep before their math class does it for them.

Or, keep doing what you're doing and keep getting your ass handed to you. After all, if your definition of roasting is making assumptions, then by all means, we can do so. I can assume you're the most obese human to ever live and that you're so big and wide, that whenever you go to the beach, you're the only one who gets a tan.

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Excuse me? I don't know what the hell "Jit" is and I'll talk to you any damn way I want. And slap the fuck out my mother? Are you kidding me? My mother isn't a freaking midget that makes Bilbo Baggins look like he's a giant, unlike yourself. She'd slap you so hard, you'd shit yourself and permanently lose your sense of taste, if it's not already long gone by now.

Plus, hate to break it to you, but I don't own a squirrel and squirrels don't have one testicle--thanks for you doing your self-projecting though. I'm sorry you have only one testicle that's half deflated--don't worry though! On Padlet, you're in good company! You should go hang with Johnson, I hear he's empty down there and likes children, so you'd be a great fit!

BTW, I just have to come out to this guy's defense. He didn't make a sextape with anyone. Want to know why? Because he doesn't have the balls to perform in one (I mean that literally, not just figuratively) and because Layla already said you had the stamina of a total of ten seconds. That wouldn't be a sextape. That would be a GIF.

By the way, Spider-Gwen isn't trans. Literally, if you read some comic books and used some critical thinking, you'd clearly see that isn't the case. Then again, seeing as how you get most of your information from retards and Reddit, I'm not surprised at all that's the best insult you could possibly give out.