The NAFO lanyard liberals are such bloodsoaked clowns that I actually can believe they’d hire and put trust into a smirking tryhard edgelord like @[email protected] .
I think my favorite is the guy who has responded to everything I’ve said like 8 times. You guys are great.
Why do you want to know? So you can try and cancel me? Call my boss, or at least what you think is my boss and tell them about me? I mean go nuts. Show them what I’ve said. The thing that makes this all so unbearable for people like you is that I’m the same here as I am in person.
Do you think I am like you? Pretending to be this or that and then sneaking home to don some persona on the internet? It’s embarrassing. I don’t say one fucking word if I don’t mean it. That’s in person, that’s online. It means I don’t have to keep track of all the little half truths you tell, the silly little story you have invented.
I’m an asshole. You’re right about that. But there isn’t anything you can do about that. You know why? Because I made sure I was really Fucking good at something that people like you couldn’t stomach. So there will always be another job for me.
It affords me the liberty to tell the truth. To piss off little shit dicks such as yourself. If you do not like that, too Fucking bad.
Keep wearing that mask and I’ll keep pointing at your mask.
So you can try and cancel me?
Unprompted, you started whining about “cancel culture.” You’re showing your whole ass here.
Do you think I am like you?
We would be bloodthirsty neoliberals, congratulating ourselves on our maturity while expecting praise and awe for our super secret hush hush colonial adventurism jobs if we were like you.
I’m an asshole.
No shit. Unlike what le ironic internet communities otherwise believe, saying you are an asshole doesn’t give you points for internet bravery. You’re an asshole and others here already know and see that.
To piss off little shit dicks such as yourself. If you do not like that, too Fucking bad.
I’m convinced you’re outright LARPing your favorite Prestige TV character(s) with lines like that.
Did you really reply again. And break it all down… Again…
You know what’s funny is memmy shits the bed with imbedded pictures so all your little memes are just url strings with a thumbnail. I guess hopefully other people are enjoying them??
I’ll be around tomorrow and you can keep trying. One time I went back and forth with a guy for 8 hours straight. The only thing I can guarantee out of all of this is that we will both lose no matter what you do. And that is by design.
You’re getting that mad about my replies, and you keep replying.
The difference here is you claim to have a super secret ultra shadow black ops job like in your favorite Prestige TV shows and video games, and if you do and I actually can believe they’d hire someone like you (because they are bloodthirsty clowns), the longer you’re here, the less you’re doing your actual job.
So I’ll be here a while. Replying to you. Watching you claim how “hilarious” everything is while your whole ass is showing and you’re getting more and more mad that the people you hate on the internet aren’t respecting you or holding you in awe.
Either you’re lying about your bloodsoaked colonialist hatchetman job, or you’re not. In the latter case, the longer you’re replying here, desperately seeking validation, the less you’re doing your bloodsoaked colonialist hatchetman job. So that’s good.
You poor thing. Big tough Vincent AdultMan wants respeeeeeect.
Oh don’t worry that’s already happened.
It’s precisely because I can be honest with myself and you can’t that they handed me the keys but couldn’t trust you.
Society is full of people who talk, few who can act. You learn quickly who falls where.
Could you tell us what sort of power you’ve been entrusted with?
The NAFO lanyard liberals are such bloodsoaked clowns that I actually can believe they’d hire and put trust into a smirking tryhard edgelord like @[email protected] .
I think my favorite is the guy who has responded to everything I’ve said like 8 times. You guys are great.
Why do you want to know? So you can try and cancel me? Call my boss, or at least what you think is my boss and tell them about me? I mean go nuts. Show them what I’ve said. The thing that makes this all so unbearable for people like you is that I’m the same here as I am in person.
Do you think I am like you? Pretending to be this or that and then sneaking home to don some persona on the internet? It’s embarrassing. I don’t say one fucking word if I don’t mean it. That’s in person, that’s online. It means I don’t have to keep track of all the little half truths you tell, the silly little story you have invented.
I’m an asshole. You’re right about that. But there isn’t anything you can do about that. You know why? Because I made sure I was really Fucking good at something that people like you couldn’t stomach. So there will always be another job for me.
It affords me the liberty to tell the truth. To piss off little shit dicks such as yourself. If you do not like that, too Fucking bad.
Keep wearing that mask and I’ll keep pointing at your mask.
Unprompted, you started whining about “cancel culture.” You’re showing your whole ass here.
We would be bloodthirsty neoliberals, congratulating ourselves on our maturity while expecting praise and awe for our super secret hush hush colonial adventurism jobs if we were like you.
No shit. Unlike what le ironic internet communities otherwise believe, saying you are an asshole doesn’t give you points for internet bravery. You’re an asshole and others here already know and see that.
I’m convinced you’re outright LARPing your favorite Prestige TV character(s) with lines like that.
Did you really reply again. And break it all down… Again…
You know what’s funny is memmy shits the bed with imbedded pictures so all your little memes are just url strings with a thumbnail. I guess hopefully other people are enjoying them??
I’ll be around tomorrow and you can keep trying. One time I went back and forth with a guy for 8 hours straight. The only thing I can guarantee out of all of this is that we will both lose no matter what you do. And that is by design.
You’re getting that mad about my replies, and you keep replying.
The difference here is you claim to have a super secret ultra shadow black ops job like in your favorite Prestige TV shows and video games, and if you do and I actually can believe they’d hire someone like you (because they are bloodthirsty clowns), the longer you’re here, the less you’re doing your actual job.
So I’ll be here a while. Replying to you. Watching you claim how “hilarious” everything is while your whole ass is showing and you’re getting more and more mad that the people you hate on the internet aren’t respecting you or holding you in awe.
Either you’re lying about your bloodsoaked colonialist hatchetman job, or you’re not. In the latter case, the longer you’re replying here, desperately seeking validation, the less you’re doing your bloodsoaked colonialist hatchetman job. So that’s good.
You poor thing. Big tough Vincent AdultMan wants respeeeeeect.
It’s a shame he got banned. I wanted to know if he was a CIA agent or a Navy Seal.
You type impressively fast one-handed while congratulating yourself, that’s for sure.