What the fuck does this have to do with this?

Dipshit, you're the one who's obsessed with counting tickets to somebody's pussy. You have all the markings of a repressed and furious little virgin boy, trolling for shits and giggles on Easter Sunday. Your mom's going to be pissed. I suspect you like it.

Are you going to treat the arch with anything for weather?

Says the troll who is obsessed with the traffic level in womens' vaginas.

Oh, what about the carpentry?

Spoken like a dude who can't get laid in a morgue.

You're a troll. Every single day is exactly like every other day if Mummy leaves the computer on.

What's a matter, Mom too busy with Easter Dinner? Run away, troll boy, your delusions of adequacy are getting tedious.

He's a troll.

It doesn't, though. Say it to a man he's flattered. It can be a real problem for women.

Exactly. "But——-but———she'll fuck everybody but me!"

He's a troll.

What's the word for a pathetic troll like you, trying to troll on Easter with a burner? Also: fuckfuckduckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Look at the name. He's trolling.

Oh, diddims, you need to learn how to troll.

A woman who just turned you down for a date.

Oh, it's possible to "disagree" that an adult man drove a child to suicide? In what world?

Yeah because what we really need is some dude to tell us how we should think.

I love it how there's a "but" and it's so easy see coming. Screw the victim, observe my lofty horse.

Oh, diddums, are you still trying to defend your child-stalking hobby? Do go get fucked.