Post by shiftyPotentate on Jun 21, 2010 22:43:17 GMT -5
Like Jay-Z, I have problems. But unlike him, I only have one right now.
And a bitch IS the one.
Specifically, a whiny, butthurt little hypocritical troll of a failure. I TRIED to be your friend. I really did. And sure, we had some good times. But we had loads more bad times. LOADS more.
Now, I'm no math whiz (well, actually I am), but it seems to me that if you add X good times and subtract Y bad times, and X<Y, then you get an overall negative result.
You had problems. You told us these problems. We gave you ADVICE for solving them. But you never listened, preferring to bitch about it on deviantART or whatever shit you're a part of now.
You overreact to EVERY FUCKING LITTLE JOKE. Seriously. Male friends make jokes with each other. We insult each other. We call each other dumbass and stuff.
THAT'S HOW MALES BOND WITH EACH OTHER.
It's counter-intuitive but it works. It's worked for thousands of years. Not my fault you didn't get the fucking memo.
You were a drama whore. Seriously. I'm not even going to go into this one.
You're a lazy, good for nothing pimple on society's ass who bitches and moans about every little inconvenience and can't get his shit together for long enough to do anything remotely productive.
And worst of all, you broke a promise. You and I made a promise to A. (name withheld) not to tell her about what happened. You broke that promise in a pathetic attempt to tear us apart. Well you know what?
I get to say something I've always wanted to say to you, but never had the guts to. People here, pardon my language, please.
*ahem*
Fuck you, Rhys. Fuck you to the 9th level of hell where you burn and have a trident made of pain shoved so far up your ass you'll look like a scarecrow. Which crows made of zombie puke will perch on and pick out your eyes.
Forgive me for that. I really needed to get that out.
*sigh* I need Brawl to cheer me up.
And a bitch IS the one.
Specifically, a whiny, butthurt little hypocritical troll of a failure. I TRIED to be your friend. I really did. And sure, we had some good times. But we had loads more bad times. LOADS more.
Now, I'm no math whiz (well, actually I am), but it seems to me that if you add X good times and subtract Y bad times, and X<Y, then you get an overall negative result.
You had problems. You told us these problems. We gave you ADVICE for solving them. But you never listened, preferring to bitch about it on deviantART or whatever shit you're a part of now.
You overreact to EVERY FUCKING LITTLE JOKE. Seriously. Male friends make jokes with each other. We insult each other. We call each other dumbass and stuff.
THAT'S HOW MALES BOND WITH EACH OTHER.
It's counter-intuitive but it works. It's worked for thousands of years. Not my fault you didn't get the fucking memo.
You were a drama whore. Seriously. I'm not even going to go into this one.
You're a lazy, good for nothing pimple on society's ass who bitches and moans about every little inconvenience and can't get his shit together for long enough to do anything remotely productive.
And worst of all, you broke a promise. You and I made a promise to A. (name withheld) not to tell her about what happened. You broke that promise in a pathetic attempt to tear us apart. Well you know what?
I get to say something I've always wanted to say to you, but never had the guts to. People here, pardon my language, please.
*ahem*
Fuck you, Rhys. Fuck you to the 9th level of hell where you burn and have a trident made of pain shoved so far up your ass you'll look like a scarecrow. Which crows made of zombie puke will perch on and pick out your eyes.
Forgive me for that. I really needed to get that out.
*sigh* I need Brawl to cheer me up.
