boooo fucking hooooooo, farm boy.
you fucking weakling. you talk down to magiclit like she is nothing and, now i know why: your acne prevented you from touching a bitch until last week. thus, you degrade women to make you feel better about the fact that you didnt get laid until you were 20."From my freshman year in college till about last year I had pretty bad acne, and was always very self conscious about it."
"I like the brands" so you admit you are a sheep? you dont say that you like the clothes. you admit that you like the label. thats pathetic. you will be in unbelievable credit card debt when you are older cause of wanting to impress others with your conspicuous consumption. leave the labels to rich people. accept your rung on the economic ladder.
"In spite of this insurmountable amount of douchebag proof you have against me (10), I would put a ridiculously large sum of money into a bet that if we were each to pick 100 people we knew, and have them take a poll on how likeable we are, I would win by a fucking landslide."
you cant even write an insult without your arrogance shining through. how hard is it to believe that your opinion on me does not represent the people at large or in my life? i think it is very hard for you to imagine how anyone with a dissenting opinion from yours could ever be right, and such statements exhibit this. get over yourself; you are not the standard. moreover, the only reason that you are nice to people in real life is because you are a self esteem case from being a pineapple face.
"As long as we're throwing out blind, irrational judgements, I would venture to guess that you probably only have friends because they're either just like you (a person with low self esteem who makes fun of other people to feel better and hides behind his wealth and "martial arts" as a social shield), or simply because you have money."
decent guess. however, the group of 9 of us that are best friends all went to preschool, elementary school, high school, and college together. we formed bonds long before we realized how much richer we were than dudes like you.
to sum it up, i knew you would crack, and you did. i just didnt think it would take about a week; i thought it would take much longer. i had more faith in you; i guess i am a bad judge of character.
it must be hard being you being ashamed of who you were because of acne, being so scared that some sort of natural body hair will scare away a woman that you pluck it all habitually, thinking that you are happy yet falling victim to the same money envy the rest of america has so you go into debt to buy the coolest clothes and cars, and being a bully to women and others on this board to make you feel better about the fact that you cant deal with: you are mediocre at best.
i have told a couple of people on this board why i pick on you, and i will tell you openly. i lurked here for a while, and i saw that you were an emotional bully. you force your opinions onto other people because you have to reinforce your hope that you are leading a life in the best manner possible, so putting down others whose lives are different from yours does this for you. moreover, all people who you feel are below you, like magiclit, you treat like the piece of shit that you deepdown feel that you are.
finally, about the acne, clothes, and hair thing. looking for external validation is never going to make you happy.
[ April 29, 2005, 11:57 AM: Message edited by: bloodyfart ]
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