Therapy and medication literally saved my life.

So basically you are dismissing this movie because of some pictures and the fact that a remake has plot similarities with the first fifteen minutes of the original? Wow, you seem like a closed minded motherfucker, eh? Like it seems like you are terrified of being on the wrong side of a culture war that exists in your…

That isn't ghosting, that is asserting your basic human right not to have to spend time or energy on anyone you don't want to.

You are fucking depressing, pin dick.

I 100% don't believe your account.

You aren't owed a re-do after you fuck up a relationship. Someone who has been clear about not wanting to talk to you isn't ghosting you, just avoiding the toxicity you have brought to them. Grow the fuck up.

You have no perspective, you are human cancer, work yourself to death and still fall short of being able to afford a grave.

You have absolutely no insight to offer, get robbed and die in a ditch.

I hope you get poisoned by chemicals at work and lose your health insurance, you condescending fuck.

To be fair, Nelson is still a top-15 heavyweight at 38 and ended up relatively handily taking the overall TUF tournament that season.

Oh, you poor dear. Oh dear, oh dear.

How does acting like this not feel like poison in your veins every second? Like, you have to know on some basic human level that this is wrong to do, right? You have the power to walk away.

What a tiny dicked comment.

If I was that defensive about something that meaningless, to which I contributed nothing, I would be posting those comments in a suicide note and not on the Internet.

That's simply because your existential impotence makes you fantasise about berating your physical and social betters in the form of a tiny throbbing bald head spewing.

Yeah, this probably isn't for you. Casa de mi Padre and the Spoils of Babylon are your markers here: if you liked both (because they were fucking amazing), you'll like the Lifetime movie, and, if not, you won't.

I'd challenge the person to a hobo-style sterno drinking competition to be the local hobo chief.

The NBA should suspend a fourth official above the court with a harness and pulley system and have teams of Hong Kong wuxia crew swinging them about to get a truly necessary new angle on the game’s proceedings.

You've never smoked weed with sketchy assholes then. That is a life experience you should chase!

I am going to steal everything you own.