I normally don't address the subhumans that lurk here silently, but I'll make the exception just this once for you, Boogie.
I know you are reading this. The Internet serves as your one release from the pathetic self created hell that you have inflicted on yourself, and turning your life into an online freakshow is as close as you will ever get to meaningful human contact. And that's what you are. A self-mutilated freak exposing himself to the world.
You have no friends, Boogie. All your sycophants are either enablers using you to feel better about their miserable lives (because no matter how disgusting they are, you're worse) or spectators laughing at you, not with you. You have no career. You have no accomplishments. You have failed as a husband and a person so enormously that you can't really be considered human. When you die (and that glorious moment is coming much sooner than you can imagine) the world will be improved by your absence.
Now go eat another jar of mayo and have Francis tell all your "fans" how wrong I am. While crying.
[–] SurgicalShitlord 0 points 1 point 1 point (+1|-0) ago
I normally don't address the subhumans that lurk here silently, but I'll make the exception just this once for you, Boogie.
I know you are reading this. The Internet serves as your one release from the pathetic self created hell that you have inflicted on yourself, and turning your life into an online freakshow is as close as you will ever get to meaningful human contact. And that's what you are. A self-mutilated freak exposing himself to the world.
You have no friends, Boogie. All your sycophants are either enablers using you to feel better about their miserable lives (because no matter how disgusting they are, you're worse) or spectators laughing at you, not with you. You have no career. You have no accomplishments. You have failed as a husband and a person so enormously that you can't really be considered human. When you die (and that glorious moment is coming much sooner than you can imagine) the world will be improved by your absence.
Now go eat another jar of mayo and have Francis tell all your "fans" how wrong I am. While crying.