And for that reason I'm out

Middle of the night and the victims had their lights off. There was really low visibility that night. Not even close to kevins fault he's doing everything by the book now as well

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That poor boat.

>"There is a small island in the Himalayan Sea called Malderiki, upon which I own a large mansion. Every year after the first rain, the Newport Beach Wine Society (of which I am a member) gathers at my mansion to watch the island's natives grovel in the mud as their pathetic straw dwellings are ripped apart by the rising waters. On this island there is also a fish, called a Piranha Giganticus. Coinciding with the first rain, this fish swims into the flooded island and begins to feed on the older and weaker natives of Malderiki. Unable to defend themselves from the killer fish and uttrly helpless, the natives make their way to my mansion in makeshift canoes. At this point, the Newport Beach Wine Society opens a bottle of pre-revolution French Chardonnay, dated no later than 1760, and places wagers on which native will be the first to reach the high ground of my sprawling lawn. Once the fish has fed and returned to the Sea, there are typically a handful of natives left on my lawn, at which point we activate the electric fence and release the crocodiles. Last year, during the crocodile feeding, a tiny speck of native flesh was flung from the lawn up to the balcony where the Newport Beach Wine Society was gathered and landed on my shoe. I retrieved the piece of flesh and placed it in my mouth, washing it down with a glass of Moldovan Pino Griggio. Right now, YOU are that piece of flesh."

just a reminder. this guy swindled and i say swindled because the deal he did to sell his shit company was insane at the time. he has 1 good deal that made him his fortune and he's an asshole. google learning company and what absolute shit it is

I didn't even know he was sick.

CRASHING THIS BOAT

WITH NO INVESTORS

Please post more Kevin pasta; its been too long.

#TrudeauBodyCount

>you're dead to me

The Oregon Trail is ludo.

isn't this guy involved in some mkultra satanic pedo elites he's gonna get off scot free

>how bad do you have to be at driving to crash a boat
How bad do you have to be at driving to leave your lights off at night?

>WHAT'S STOPPING ME FROM SHREDDING YOU WITH MY YACHT'S PROPS LIKE THE WORTHLESS INSECT THAT YOU ARE?

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Another predatory scum bag bilking the poor

damn, hope he pulls through. kevin is one of the good ones

good at killing innocent people with his boat

did he cut the brake lines?

>Today, you are that other boat. And for that reason, I'm out.

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>he sold his company for a lot of money and i'm a poor jealous loser so i'm mad about it
Cope.

You've heard the word "juggernaut"? It came into the English language during the colonial era of Great Britain. You see, every year faithful Hindus across East India hold a festival to celebrate the procession of the god Jagga Nath. To this end, they construct an enormous wooden idol of the deity and place it on a chariot, and thus they parade him through the streets the day of the festival. But there was a certain aspect to this procession that alarmed the British. They strictly forbade what they witnessed from ever taking place again -- today, most Indians do not know the original version of the festival. But in my travels deep into India's countryside, I visited a village where the memory of Jagga Nath is as strong as ever.
You know what a juggernaut is: it stops for nothing. On the day of the festival, when the villagers came out with instruments and loud singing, several young men began to pull the huge idol on his cart. The celebration did not abate when a woman stepped out into the path of the juggernaut, let out a shout of praise, and laid down. She was crushed under its wheels. My guide explained to me that Lord Jagga Nath is said to smile when the blood of the devoted coat his chariot.
You aren't those young men. Your product is not that chariot. Your customers are not that woman. And for that reason, I'm out.

Didn't a navy destroyer get flattened recently because piloting the sea is apparently fucktarted?

I've seen a lot of stupid fucks in my time, but you're the stupid fuckiest of them all.

Some girl I went to highschool with died in a boat crash last year cause they were being dumb drunk sluts speeding on the river with no lights on

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confirming wasted boaters. its ok though you generally hivemind with each other when yure drunk boating. theres just that one retard who gets waaaaay too fucked up and boats

sucks this rich asshole didn't die too

Fuck off Squidward

Looks like he's got a katana through his skull, in the thumbnail.

Still so sad, but the dude was hopped up on shit. I can't imagine how fast or wreckless you'd need to be, even high, to fuck up a boat and die.

you esl?

Where's the Kevin copy pasta about ivory harvesting/diamond mining in Africa? I can't remember what it was, but he had to do some insanely violent shit so the other Africans would respect him.

>In the jungles of Southern Borneo there is a small tribe who call themselves the Wakatiti. I became aware of the Wakatiti's existence during one of my safaris with the Orange County Classic Car Club, an organization I serve on the board of. The Wakatiti have a peculiar custom that piqued my interest, you see every twelve years a young girl who has not experienced her first menstrual cycle is selected to have her arms and legs tied to several wild boars. Each hand and foot is tied to a different boar who are baited to run in opposite directions causing extreme tension to be exerted on the girls limbs until she is ultimately dismembered. Now here's where it gets interesting, the Wakatiti elders quickly gather the viscera released during this ritual and place them in a cauldron to produce a stew. The entire tribe then consumes this stew to placate the god Moganutu ensuring a bountiful harvest for the coming spring. Right now your product looks like a stew of viscera but I am not Moganutu and for that reason I'm out.

>Have you ever drank a glass of black rhinoceros blood? Of course not, I was just being colloquial to start this story with an anecdote. The first time I had a glass I was in South Africa, taking a celebratory drink in Johannesburg after completing a successful hunt. You see, in South Africa they don't hunt lion, or elephant. We hunted a more dangerous game: the kaffir, or black man. I finally had a 7 year old boy cornered in an Oingo Bongo merchandise warehouse when the thoughts passed through my mind: Should I pull the trigger? Can I ever come back to who I was before this moment? I pulled the trigger, made my first 100 million dollars. Mr. Johnson, this is something you need to ask yourself: can I pull the trigger on this deal and make the right choice? 10% funding for 85% ownership and prima nocte rights to your daughters.

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>I wouldn't expect you're at all familiar with the thrilling sport of boat bowling - the costs involved with paying the grieving families to ensure their silence tend to dissuade all but the most wealthy from joining in the fun. I, however, am a founding member and active participant of the Northern Ontario division of this fine sport. As I sit here and watch your pitch go up in smoke, I cant help but to be reminded of my most recent outing. As I approached my target, a man enjoying a fine August excursion with his wife, I couldn't help but feel that time stood still as his eyes met mine and the realization of our impending cross of fates passed over him. It dawns on me that he could have merely crouched down to avoid collision, but fear and shock at the sudden transpiring of events gripped him. I can clearly picture the fear etched in his face as my craft encroached his, and his screams of terror followed by abrupt silence continue to echo in my mind. For him, a lifetime of hard work, memories, and relationships brought to an untimely end. For me? A score of eight from the judges.
>Right now, your idea is that man, and reality is the watercraft sailing through the void towards you. Unlike him, I truly hope you make the correct decision and duck out now while you still can.
>I'm out.

Fucking metal.

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>Let me tell you a story, Christopher. This is a true story, and is in fact one of my fondest memories. Because of my early success in the toy industry with The Learning Company, I was given the privilege of visiting one of Hasbro’s many factories in Southeast Asia. This is a privilege I continue to take advantage of to this day. On my first trip, I was taken into a room containing a small Cambodian boy, his mother, and a few brutish operatives from an international private military company I am not at liberty to name. These soldiers wordlessly began to skin the boy alive, right in front of his restrained mother and myself. No doubt this was because the child had fallen behind on the production of the latest “Care-Bear” or “Raggedy-Ann” abomination. After ensuring the boy’s survival, a large cache of bladed instruments was revealed, and each person in the room was given the opportunity to introduce them to the wretched child. I was placed towards the end of this line due to my inexperience, and decided to examine how the other men went about this torture. I looked into their eyes and saw nothing but the cold, uncaring stares of men just doing their jobs as they cleaved the boy’s lean flesh from his bones. That was an air of professionalism I would come to expect from all my employees from that day onwards. Looking into the boy’s eyes, I could feel the pain and fear emanating from inside his very soul. He quickly wore out his vocal chords, and every strike was met only by desperate wheezing, then coughing, then a viscous gagging noise as his esophagus filled with a variety of bodily fluids.

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>Eventually, it became my turn to engage in the ritual. I picked up a kukri, a tribal knife used by Nepalese Ghurkas to brutalize their foes in combat, and began hacking away at the boy’s left arm. It took me about five decent swings to finally cleave all the way through, though this was no fault of my own. The knife was dulled on purpose, and the blade was coated in a rare poison found only in a rare breed of tree frog native to the Amazon jungle. This poison had no real effect outside of causing an unimaginably painful burning sensation when exposed to raw flesh, which today is only advised to be used sparingly when torturing the most stubborn of our enemies. The boy eventually passed out from this experience, and was quickly revived by one of the soldiers so that the exercise could continue. I put the kukri down as another one of the soldiers selected a serrated kitchen knife and went to work on the boy’s already-mangled genitals. I’m telling you this story because when I look into your eyes, I don’t see the boy’s pathetic stare, nor do I hear the futile lamentations of his mother.I see a reflection of my own frustration in not being able to hack away at the boy’s other arm, and for that reason, I’m out.

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Toobass it wasn’t him

this guy is a monumental cunt in just about every regard. he'll get away with any wrongdoing though, of course, because he's rich

post the pictures of the two in charge, you'll see why

4th. I was very hungry when I posted that. I'm okay now. We're okay now. You're okay now.

>because piloting the sea is apparently fucktarted?
Well we can't all be fucking Poseidon now can we?

Beat me to it.

I get the feeling that if WW3 were to happen tomorrow, that most jets and navy ships would just die midway through deployment. It's like every country stopped maintaining their military equipment and are just hoping no one will find out about it

>Cmdr. Bryce Benson, Cmdr. Sean Babbitt and CMC Brice Baldwin
This is all I got. Is there anything I'm supposed to be seeing here? Or do you mean the captain of the ACX Crystal who was some gook or some shit?

I think it's just the case of modern stuff being fragile because they're light and whatnot so they can carry more firepower. I don't think these things can survive a single salvo anymore like old ships.

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Kino

boats dont got breaks nigga

People who can sell worthless companies are gods
See Marissa Mayer for example

He didn't do anything wrong.

>what is an anchor