Uh. Well. There! You sure put me in my place! Oh my stars and whiskers, I now see the error of my ways and shall be forthwith making much MORE of an effort to be just like you!
No, not really.
I've seen you around. I've never, ever seen you say anything that wasn't thoroughly fatuous and asinine. And know what else? You're a common, petty little bully with a little issue with compensatory narcissism.
Regardless of your pathology, I just don't like bullies, especially ones who metaphorically walk into someone's living room and shit all over the carpet, which is precisely what you have done here.
However, like all bullies of your type, not only are you really rather stupid and inadequate (however you may try to compensate, as noted), you're also highly predictable. Having watched you in the past, I had a pretty good idea that you would juuust not be able to resist replying to me, and I also had a pretty good idea what exactly kind of thing you'd say in response to me. I wish I'd made a bet with myself, really.
As far as I'm concerned, engaging with you is the equivalent of poking a stick into fire ant hill, right down to the predictable result. It's mildly amusing mindless fun, and has no emotional pull for me, other than the fact that you *are* a bully, and someone ought to pour a little Ortho on your sorry ass every now and then.
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No, not really.
I've seen you around. I've never, ever seen you say anything that wasn't thoroughly fatuous and asinine. And know what else? You're a common, petty little bully with a little issue with compensatory narcissism.
Regardless of your pathology, I just don't like bullies, especially ones who metaphorically walk into someone's living room and shit all over the carpet, which is precisely what you have done here.
However, like all bullies of your type, not only are you really rather stupid and inadequate (however you may try to compensate, as noted), you're also highly predictable. Having watched you in the past, I had a pretty good idea that you would juuust not be able to resist replying to me, and I also had a pretty good idea what exactly kind of thing you'd say in response to me. I wish I'd made a bet with myself, really.
As far as I'm concerned, engaging with you is the equivalent of poking a stick into fire ant hill, right down to the predictable result. It's mildly amusing mindless fun, and has no emotional pull for me, other than the fact that you *are* a bully, and someone ought to pour a little Ortho on your sorry ass every now and then.
Dumb twat.