I've notice that every time your degree or intelligence is questioned, you respond with an overcompensation of bigger words and euphemisms, beet foot.
POST A PICTURE OF YOUR DEGREE, TRAILER TRASHLEY.
We didn't ask you to strut out all the big fancy talkin words you learned readin that there thesaurus growin up down in Chattanoogee.... We asked for a picture of your fucking diploma, you beet foot. At this point I'm not even sure you graduated HIGH SCHOOL.
What's the matter, your beet hoof can't work a camera? Or did you have to pawn it to cover your pizza expenses this month?
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