First of all Karl, you might be a nice person. There is a chance that you are, but you can´t get rid of the stamp in your forehead: Tard. Since some "professional skin managers" or hockers as I call them, posted a letter to my home in wich a threat appeared . I quat: "Don´t call Karl or Slappy Charles, as we call him, a tard!. Many buyers admire his work. A custumer never compains on Slappy Charles. If you, Mitch, call him a tard again we promise you that every skin manager at our street will take this threat to a higher level". My family and I got scared. What could happen? Will they come to my house and give my a blowjob and pinching my nipples at the same time. Oh no.. Threats have never scared me, neither this. Hockers doesn´t scare me. Milano hockers may be discusting, but they doesn´t scare me. End of discussion.
Any way, Karl might be nice, but his is the biggest tard world ever have seen. And he will always be. That´s all folks, my job here is done for now. Maybe I´ll appear on this site in the future when Karl is a bigger tard. Til then, so long suckers!
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