[yellow shrugs, smiling]
What’s wrong with russian roulette?
I played it once and didn’t die
[yellow is now smiling harder, in a creepy way, gun in hand]
That must mean it’s safe
[yellow shrugs, smiling]
What’s wrong with russian roulette?
I played it once and didn’t die
[yellow is now smiling harder, in a creepy way, gun in hand]
That must mean it’s safe
And how many comments have you left where you don’t have anything to say?
You’re genuinely so fkin stupid you don’t realise that you’re using some preschool notions of “look, that guy writes a lot, what a nerd”, even when you want to be that “nerd” but you’re just not smart enough. :((((
So you approach me in DM’s, without having anything to say. Because you’re obsessed with me, because I’m not a meaningless lil masturbator like you, and you recognise that. You don’t accept that you recognise it, but you do.
Like I’ve said been here done this zzz. You haven’t been able to say a single fucking thing. Yet you keep using a message board? Maybe you should go to Facebook to play some games…?
Say something. Why are you in my DM’s? Can’t say…? Wittve babby is a bit scawed of the answews everyone can see…? :D
5 paragraphs, 16 today.
I was trying to spare you this crash out by pointing out your hilarious behaviour in private, but you choose violence on this post instead.
You aren’t the good guy here. I don’t have to be.
Dance bitch.
Remember yesterday when I said this would a trauma to you and a joke I’ll forget the minute after putting down my phone?
You’re now repeating “dance bitch” because I made you cry over it yesterday and now you can’t get it out of your head.
See “dance to my tune” makes sense for me, because I keep predicting your behaviour, like you can see throughout the thread and our DM’s. The DM’s where you reply with childish shit like this :D
3 paragraphs 23 today. dance bitch.
You’re like an over-eager girlfriend, always several messages when I open my phone.
Seems like I really hit a sore spot yesterday with “you’re dancing to my tune.” :D You gonna cry?
Remember when I used the metaphor for being in an elevator with one other person, that person letting out a massive fart, then saying “it wasn’t me”? Because that’s what you’re doing. Everyone can see the screenshots, buddy.
ANOTHER 3. 42, I repeat 42 paragraphs today. And you say you aren’t dancin and yous ay I’m the moron.
Yes, because you are. “Mooooom he’s using forums to write stuff!”
Just like I’ve told you; I don’t lie. I don’t feel the need to because you’re practically not even a real person, not on the internet, and definitely not to me.
What you are is bad jokes you can’t even think through.
" Hey guys I can’t read three paragraphs and then be expected to also reply to them. Everyone knows the coolest thing you can be is willfully ignorant and avoid reading at all costs!"
And you don’t realise you’re digging a hole for yourself. And you won’t, not for days, because you’re so hoppen up on the anger. But man, the regret you’re gonna feel in a week when you think back on this thread. You’re gonna cringe so hard it might give you actual cancer.
But for now, you’re just doing exactly what I predicted; can’t let go, obsessed w/me, reply like an obsessed person, because you think you can recooperate if you just get “the last word” but getting it would actually mean you need to say something. And since you can’t even read 3 paragraphs… you’re not going to :D
I really hit a sore nerve with that yesterday, thanks for proving it today. Not to me, I ofc knew it. But you’ve already proved it to the wider audience and your comments have been up long enough to be saved by archives. Gj dumbo!
Now fetch the ball and have three more replies in my inbox when I open my phone next time, where the only thing you can do is… count paragraphs…? Hahahaha. Anyway here I’ve tossed the ball, now fetch!
7 new paragraphs ha ha ha. 57 today. Hell woth your breaks your a false smug 100 paragraphs an hour.
And you can’t address anything I say or anything you’ve said. All you can do is point a finger and go “he is more literate than me, come on guys, laugh”.
They do laugh. At you. :D
That’s why you’ve had to take a secondary account on Lemmy to manipulate votes. How fucking pathetic does your life have to be that you can’t let a simple thing like this go, even though you’ve very clearly lost ages ago and just dig your shit hole deeper with every comment. Just like I said you would. Yesterday.
Because I’ve met literally hundreds of kids like you pulling the exact same tantrum.
Now go, girl, go, fetch me 4 new comments with running tallys on how many paragraphs I write. Because you’re so sad cognitively you can’t say anything but your ridiculously oversized ego won’t let you leave because I’m mocking you.
Which is exactly what I want. You to dig yourself so deep you’ll end up deleting your account for the cringe.
“Mammy he LIKES WRITING, THAT’S UNFAIR! ;<<<<”
Fetch girl fetch