this post contains a message for everyone of all genders, beliefs, nationalities and every size
everyone:
ALL I ASK IS THAT I CAN COME HERE WITHOUT SEEING THIS FESTERING PILE OF DOG DOO THAT IS THIS THREAD SPROUTING FROM ALL MY POSTS.
I HAVE BEEN DEBATING THE FALLING IQ LEVEL OF THIS BOARD FOR SOME TIME. JUST WHEN I THINK IT CAN'T GET ANY MORE STUPID, WE HAVE THIS.
YOU'RE ALL BORING
AND GUESS WHAT? I DO HAVE AN EGO. BWA HA HA HA HA HA
AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? I'M AN ASS HOLE! BWA HA HA HA!!!!!
AND GUESS WHAT ELSE? I HAVE DELUSIONS OF SELF GRANDEUR. ANY COMMENT MADE TO ME AFTER THIS WILL INCREASINGLY BOOST MY EGO. IT WILL SWELL AS I BECOME THOROUGHLY CONVINCED YOU WANT TO HEAR EVERY SORDID DETAIL OF MY LIFE. ANY POST SAID TO ME AFTER THIS WILL CONTAIN A BORING ANECDOTE FROM MY DAILY LIFE. WHY? BECAUSE I WILL BECOME CONVINCED THAT YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH THAT YOU ARE WILLING TO READ THIS ENTIRE MESSAGE AND POST A RESPONSE. AND IF YOU COMPLAIN, THEN I WILL TAKE THAT AS JEALOUSY ON YOUR PARTS THAT MY MOST BORING DAILY EXPERIENCES ARE STILL MORE EXCITING THAN YOUR MOST CHERISHED AND HAPPY MOMENTS, AND THEREFORE, I WILL POST AN EVEN MORE BORING STORY JUST TO DRIVE YOU INSANE.
THEREFORE, IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO POST A BORING STORY ABOUT MYSELF *NOBODY* WILL RESPOND TO THIS POST.
YOU WILL ALL DISPERSE AND GO HOME.
I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME ANYONE HERE HAS INSPIRED ANY DEEP THOUGHT (OUTSIDE OF MOUSE AND HER WANT FOR MY ILLIGETIMATE LOVE CHILD) IN ANYTHING. YOU ARE ALL REMINISCENT OF ONE OF THOSE WIND UP TOYS THAT KEEPS BUMPING INTO A WALL REPEATEDLY. YOU'RE ALL AS PREDICTABLE AS A BILL CLINTON LOVE AFFAIR.
AND AN UNRELATED ASIDE MESSAGE TO MY GOOD FRIEND WHO NEVER COMES TO SEE ME: SH1T OR GET OFF THE POT, MON AMI. SPEAK UP, YOU DOPE AND SAY WHAT YOU WANT. AND I'M SAYING THIS COZ I LIKE YOU.
NOW, ALL MY LOOSE ENDS ARE TIED UP, I CAN SIT BACK AND LISTEN TO MY IDIOT NEIGHBORS HAVE A PARTY
AND I CLOSE OUT WITH A BIT OF "DON'T IT MAKE YOU THINK" LYRICISM:
There are people going lonely, and they'll stay
Lonely far into the year
Because you're making blinkards fashionable
And fashionably you'll say
"All is equal in love and war" and
"I'm sorry, but I've got some things to do"
And you pretend to read a book you'll never finish till the day
That the author dedicates it
To A Century Of Fakers
They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history today
Yeah, the author dedicates it
To A Century Of Fakers
He was an anarchist, he tried his best but it wasn't good enough