Aaaanyway, let me tell you how I feel about you: You're the only one in this old world that's pure, and good, and right. Wherever you are and wherever you go, there's always gonna be some light.
Haha, just kidding, ******. You're a fucking douchebag that would have been better off swallowed, or more likely spat all over the pavement in the back alley where you were conceived.
Actually, I'm fairly sure it was the back of a '69 Coupe De Ville, but ok.
Now, Crocky, let me tell you something about yourself: Whether it is because you have been repped or complimented repeatedly, or if it's just because of your personality, you are arrogant. Apart from the Great Wall of China, your head is the only man-made structure astronauts can see from space. You think you're the best poster ever and are so awesome, huh? Don't bother answering that, because it's rhetorical. Anyone with half a fucking brain can see that your opinion of yourself is elevated to the point of absurdity. It's in the way you talk, the way you conduct yourself. You get so worked up at the smallest perceived slight, because you're so worried about falling, even just a little, in the eyes of anyone.
Yes, on an internet forum, you can clearly tell that it hurts me oh so much. It pains me when you say this about me. As a matter of fact, if I had some rope, I'd surely hang myself from my roof right now. How can I fucking live?! You told me I was arrogant?! NO!
Ok, now that I'm not suicidal anymore, I can get to your "point." If you've ever noticed, the only person I'll consistently respond to is you. I don't like you, at all. You are, in all honesty, the most annoying human being I have ever encountered. If you toned down your idiocy for more than ten seconds you'd realize how irritating you are.
I can tell, Crock. I can tell that you're just scrabbling and begging for attention, for approval. You just want to be loved, because your fragile ego just can't bear anything else. This isn't a good combination. In fact, it's a pretty pathetic one. There are people who laugh at you. They may tolerate you, maybe even be nice to you, but in the backs of their minds they see you for how you are - or at least how you are now. You may think you're hiding it, but all this desperation leaves a stain on all your posts, and no detergent gets it out.
I'm begging for approval from you, somebody I will never meet. I could care less if people laugh at me, if they don't tolerate me, I don't care. Then again, most of those people have the balls to say it to my face. Until now, you've talked shit when I'm not around, hoping I won't see it. I never cared, I let you have your moment.
Anyway, there are a handful of people on here I would ever even care to meet, this place isn't my life *cough, cough*.
And you know how I know how you are?
Because I used to be there, Crock. I was pathetic, only wanting approval. The slightest compliment would bolster my spirits, and cause my head to swell just that much. I couldn't stand to be talked down to, to have anything remotely negative slung my way. From offhand comments, to constructive criticism, everything was cause for outrage. And then I received a cold, hard dose of reality from one Slyfox696. He opened my eyes to show me the sniveling worm I had become on here. And when I realized this, I could move on, move upwards. And now? Now, I'm doing just fine.
You're still pathetic. The fact that Slyfox shutting down a thread and telling you that you had no life had such a profound impact on you is sad. You're still mad about it, I'm sure. But nevermind that, we're on about me aren't we? How I can't take criticisms and all that, yet I take it from people like Coco all the time. Stop talking out of your ass, man.
You make it seem as if you're some "changed man." As if you don't rely on WZ to fill that void in your life. You're still the same. Get it through your head, cunt.
Now, if it were just you being pathetic, you'd be tolerable. Amusing, even. But no, you're so much more. Or, less, I suppose. You see, you're boring.
There are a million of you out there. A million of you to show up, act like a bit of a dick, talk about sex and pumping iron, insulting others' virginity in order to compensate for your own lonely little social lives, being another one of those sycophantic vanilla midgets with no personality to call their own. You have nothing that truly defines you. You could disappear tomorrow and the only thing about you that would be missed would be having someone here from Utah. You are utterly replaceable. And that's the saddest part of all.
You're not cool.
You're not important.
Have a nice day.
I'm the boring one. Aside from cartoons and Daniel Bryan, what do you talk about?
Oh that's rich, "vanilla midgets." You can't even use normal insults, you had to recycle a stupid term Kevin Nash came up with. Now then, Doc, I'm sure there are more than a million people in this world, like me, who have had sex.
My sad little social life is really depressing. The fact that I was barely on last weekend in comparison to you being on 24/7 really says a lot about that. Your only "friends" are those you see on here. You talk to them outside of here, even. This place is all you have, Dic.
There's actually another poster from Utah here. I encountered him once, just to let you know. Maybe you should PM him, then you can replace me seamlessly.
Oh, I guess you guys want me to call him a virgin again?
