You dumb as fuck too. No one needs your opinion, you see. When you get confused and think that you have something to share, remember that you are the runoff juice dripping from the metaphorical garbage that is your absolutely shitty set of parents.

You dumb as fuck. How the fuck did you figure out what a keyboard was?

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Meow meow child. Meow meow.

I’m sorry that you see all social interactions through the prism of what you experienced in grade school. It was terrible and not something to joke about but hon? Grow. The. Fuck. Up.

The draft has down a terible job at parity and, given that it has certainly had its chance at improving parity and failed, that should not be used as a justification for capping the earning potential of players for years and years below their market rate.

That makes sense if you are completely ignorant about its source. But if that were the case, you’d be some poorly informed moron talking without a goddamned thought worth sharing, mooning on for the goddamned boot to the teeth you deserve.

You are empirically wrong here, you fucking moron. Rarely has a internet handle been so goddamned ironic.

Hahahhahaahhaa, you could fill your mouth to the fucking brim with feces and you wouldn’t be more full of shit this comment that you wrote. Apologise for making an empirically dumb as fuck post then cut off your fucking fingers. You are done.

My pity for this fuck - a thin, ratty cord - is the only leash on my disgust.

You have never read their founding documents. You are almost certainly not eligible to vote. The comment section in this thread is more social interaction than you’ve experienced in a week in your real life.

Do not hold your vote hostage and expect people to treat you like an adult.

You assume that the woman is not having any fun AND is doing something shameful. She has the girls out and a millionaire sports goof is carrying her around. That sounds fun as hell for her and an awesome story to boot.

Oh, no, you saw homeless people?!?! Are you ok?

July, just putting it out there, do you dock and do you want to dock? I promise I will only ask you this once because I want you to feel comfortable at all times. We can do this wherever you wish, I am imdependently wealthy and can travel anywhere on the globe you want this to go down. Pick somewhere that you feel…

What, precisely, is other people’s enjoyment of soccer taking from you? Are you so mindbendingly insecure that the idea that someone, somewhere is doing something you perceive as weak threatens you into hysterics? Is it the enticement you feel? Do you long to be soft for once?

I’m sorry, but I don’t find your banter cute enough to continue.

A) Nope, sorry. It was a gas station egg salad stuck in a large man’s crotch for fifteen minutes level of tepid.

You are bad at conceptualisation. Why would I discuss what I was going to do before pulling out the pliers? And I never suggested that it was merely your opinions on this subject that were so utterly facile and inane as to necessitate my party-saving move.

Is life fun clinging for dear life on the asshole of a pretentious, sanctimonious twat?