…and then go fuck yourself, youmotherfucking asshole.
That is all.
Done and done. Now what?
I suppose fucking off would be too much to ask?
He snarked about a War and Peace-sized post. What a horrible human being.
Meh, maybe. No promises though.
He called a heartfelt post by a currently clearly quite affected poster a “screed”. Could have just shut his trap and moved on. So yes, he’s a pustule of a human. A little pustule, in the scheme of things, but still a pustule.
Tease.
I was interested in the thread topic, which is why I opened it. But I’m sorry that the OP’s posting style made my eyes glaze over. I was still interested in the topic, however, which is why I asked for a summary.
I’ll accept being a pustule in that all of humanity is.
And I’m sorry for your clear mental deficiencies. I’d have been less quick to Pit if you’d made it known upfront that you were hard-of-thinking. I suggest starting all future posts with “It may be because I’m a drooling simpleton with the attention span of a demented gnat, but would you mind explaining everything in words of one syllable. 140 chars max.”
Deal!
Oh shit, I fucked up already!
It may be because I’m a drooling simpleton with the attention span of a demented gnat, but would you mind explaining everything in words of one syllable. 140 chars max.
Deal!
Pustule? Maybe. But we’ll never get to 1million in the countdown thread without snfaulkner. It’s already slow enough for sloths. 
Actually, how about I just make it my signature, cause I’m too simpletony to remember each and every time?
Sloths are perfectly slow enough for a festering, weeping, bubonic pustule like me to add 1!
That Banquet Bear is one seriously tiring dude. Why would anyone want to read his 10,000 word essay on banning fairness. Jesus Christ.
Maybe a macro?
Knock yourself out, brah.
whew
I started before you responded and I was very worried. Your approval attenuated much anxiety.
It’s not your drooling he has a problem with, snfaulkner. It’s because you’re such an insensitive monster. He’s still quivering with righteous indignation.
Naah, I’m good with the self-abasement, however performative it may be.