I know I said I would be Masterson free, but since this is about him and not by him, I create my own handy-dandy loophole.
Okatym, I have to disagree with the topic, I would guess he is 14.
Voted Rookie of the Year in MPSIMs and the Pit, along with Best One-liners.
And I don’t plan on keeping this as my sig for long, just until the winning buzz wears off.
I was just about to post again in the “anal sex” thread. I was gonna ask how long before someone starts a pit thread devoted to this driveling shit-fer-brains.
“Pussy-Whipped” implies he is getting some, and that he is a slave to it. I’m quite convinced that of every individual sperm that’s ever escaped his miniscule cock has wound up either going down the shower drain, in a wadded up kleenex, or in one of his tube socks.
I believe it’s another “new name” person that’s been here before. He is using the shock effect with his topics to see how long he can remain on the board.
Definitely a teenager.
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
I don’t usually even post to troll-related pit threads, but this guy has got to go; I have seen nary a whit of redeeming value in his posts. How many obnoxious threads is one person allowed to start before he or she gets blocked? Just curious.
Michael Masturbation. I find him quite annoying, but other peoples’ posts to his topics are highly entertaining!! I can’t help but keep reading the developing threads, just to read the hilarious replies!
I think that Drain Bead’s link in the anal sex thread is priceless! Pure Genius!
A Slightly Altered Perception of Reality…
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We all know he’s a fucking moron. Now let’s just pretend he doesn’t exist.
“I thought: opera, how hard can it be? Songs. Pretty girls dancing. Nice scenery. Lots of people handing over cash. Got to be better than the cut-throat world of yoghurt, I thought.” - Seldom Bucket
This guy is the poster boy for the folks who keep purveyors of oddly shaped rubber goods in business. Can we just buy the dweeb an inflatable girlfriend (or sheep) and a can of Crisco and direct his literary ambitions toward the “letters” column in “Penthouse”?
Sheesh, I’ve never read such transparent, unoriginal, pathetic drivel in my life.