两个g的加速度

-im gonna invent a new internet acronym: tltttwt

-wtf is it?

-too lazy to type the whole thing

Ken: Harry, let's face it. And I'm not being funny. I mean no disrespect, but you're a cunt. You're a cunt now, and you've always been a cunt. And the only thing that's going to change is that you're going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry: Leave my kids fucking out of it! What have they done? You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken: I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry: Insult my fucking kids? That's going overboard, mate!
Ken: I retracted it, didn't I?
Ken: Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry: Yeah, I fucking got that.

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Harry: An Uzi? I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles. I didn't come here to shoot 20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by. I want a normal gun for a normal person.

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Ken: Ray, don't!
Ray: Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?
Ken: I was behind the thing. What the fuck are you doing, Ray?
Ray: What the fuck are you doing?
Ken: Nothing.
Ray: Oh, my God!

Ray: You were gonna kill me.
Ken: No, I wasn't.
Ken: You were gonna kill yourself!
Ray: I'm allowed to.
Ken: No, you're not!
Ray: What? I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?
Ken: Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?

Ken: I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.
Ray: You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it. Where'd you get that gun?
Ken: A friend of Harry's.
Ray: Fuck, man.
Ray: Let me see it.
Ken: Silencer, too.
Ray: Nice. Mine's a bloody girl's gun.
Ken: I'm keeping it.
Ray: Pardon me?
Ray: Give me me gun back.
Ken: You're not getting it back. You're a suicide case.
Ray: And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.
Ken: You're not getting that gun back.
Ray: A great day this has turned out to be. I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me, me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.

Ray - What's that all about, then?
Ken - It's Judgment Day, you know?
Ray - Oh, yeah. What's that then?
Ken - Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth. When mankind will be judged for all the crimes they've committed and that.
Ray - And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?
Ken - Yeah.
Ray - And what's the other place?
Ken - Purgatory.
Ray - Purgatory?
Ken - Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.
Ray - You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.
Ray - Like Tottenham.

Ray - Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?
Ken - About Tottenham?
Ray - The Last Judgment and the afterlife.

--where do i fail again?

First off, you're the product of a failed abortion. Then your mother failed to drown you properly, only enhancing your retardation. Then you failed to develop inter-personal skills, a sense of a humour, and functioning testicles. After that, you completely failed to "have sex" or what I like to call "fucking." After which, you failed to enhance your brain to a proper level.

Then, you failed to make sensible arguements, failed to make funny statements, failed to win, and invariably you will try to shoot yourself in the skull and fail at that too, whereupon you will accidentally shoot two house cats and a small schoolgirl.

Then you will fail to make a logical case in court, where you will fail to be found innocent, and you will go to prison, where the only thing you will succeed at is being jail raped and then murdered by a fatman

Okay, let me rephrase: you will fail to properly protect your anus from a fatman in prison, and you will fail to have a knife-proof head, directly resulting in your subsequent failure to live whereupon your organs will be donated to science, where your heart will fail, killing a small child, your lungs will fail, killing an elderly man, your liver will fail, killing a recovering alcoholic, and your kidneys will fail, making somebody pee everywhere