I finally got you and that f*cking little homo out of the woodwork in Ohio.
Finally! Finally got him coming off!
I told you, I own both of you! You little morons.
Dave, or Nats Revillo… Oh, is that Stan Laurel or Laurel and Hardy you got hat name from?
Hey, my next post – if you’re not in jail – uh, How come the police aren’t doing anything about these calls, Dave?
Missin’ calls? You guys are so full of sh*t, together. Both of you wouldn’t make one good rat turd.
And you think nobody knows about you guys?
Listen: I send this stuff to people, boneheads!
The minute I see one of your things… The minute, I send it out to everybody! And they call me and they f*ckin’ laugh!
Dave, they’re waiting for you to get locked-up, Nats Revillo.
My god, the administrator, Dave Masters, talkin’ about a psychopath…
Put this on You Tube…
You guys are just a piece of work.
How come you never answer your phones? I always answer mine.
You know why? Because you’re too f*ckin’ pussies!