aristotle koutlemantis

in the deep night when you’re all alone walking down shady streets with the rain paving the sidewalk, you better stay away from any alley-ways if you are a girl. for if you do a little stupid f-ckboy c-nt with hair that sam f-cking pepper would call autistic will jump out and try to with your p-ssy with his fat ugly f-cking nose. run and scream as much as you can and clutch your hood as hard as humanly possible or this f-cking r-t-rded d-ck hole -ss hat will grab it and accidentally choke you to death. if you are slightly stronger than a fly than be sure to hit him anywhere but his torso because he apparently has a giant p-ssy the size of his ego on his back that makes him have to wear a stupid f-cking brace that he uses to protect him from the little f-cking girls he rapes with his d-ck the size of his intelligence aka smaller than an electron. other than that he is one of the weakest things on the planet and is such a failure of existence that conforms to any dumb sh-t he barely even comes close to being called a human. he looks like an ad for bronzer sponsored by the show jersey sh-r- and should f-cking kill himself but doesn’t know how.
person a: i meet aris.
person b: what happened?
person a: he keep trying to bottle flip and whip while flirting with me until i ran away.
person b: if you see him again tell him about a new dance craze called drinking bleach.
person a: will it work.
person b: if he learns how to drink first.
person a: aristotle koutlemantis is a c-nt.