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Navy SEAL Copypasta—T-Shirt
From: $24
What the f— did you just f—ing say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals…
The back of this shirt immortalizes the legendary bravado of the classic Navy SEALs screed, making it easy to show off how badass you are. Sniveling wimps will take one glance at your intimidating credentials (formed in the shape of a helmeted skull) and buckle beneath your formidable stature. The tattered and battle-worn flag in the background testifies to the number of F—‘s you give: zero.
The front of this shirt—which by order of secret military law can only be worn by the most Hardcore Patriots—features the insignia of the special Gorilla Warfare division of the armed forces.
Get this shirt today and let all maggots everywhere cower in fear!
- 5.3-ounce, 100% cotton
- Heavyweight classic unisex tee
- Printed in the USA
Description
- 5.3-ounce, 100% cotton
- Heavyweight classic unisex tee
- Taped neck and shoulders
- Printed in the US
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Caleb E. (verified owner) –
Jack –
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.