Maybe that weird taste in my mouth is just trollbait, but what the hell is going on in GQ? Someone wants relationship advice, and he posts in GQ? Sorry, Gilligan, but if Mary Ann’s as smart as she sounds, your sorry ass better figure out how to fuck coconuts. And Serlin? What’s the story? You honestly think us “buggers” merit discussion in GQ?
You know, more than my fair share of posts end up in MPSIMS. I freely admit this fact, because I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THE FORUMS ARE FOR! MPSIMS was created for a reason. Why, exactly, do you feel the need to pollute GQ with this stuff? Does MPSIMS just not appear on your screens? Have you never read GQ before?
“Bodie, I noticed you stopped stuttering.”
“I’ve been giving myself shock treatments.”
“Up the voltage.”