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"Your last post just crystallizes why I love the net so much, and why I love myself so much."
Because you're an eighth-wit that thinks he's a half-wit?
"You have to adamantly deny that I'm even half of what I say I am. Because, if I am what I say I am. Than I am beyond you. That and 75% of people lie about themselves on the internet."
Like you are right now?
"However, like or not, I impress myself on a daily basis. I'm impressing myself right now."
If you were able to get a boner, you might conceivably impress yourself. Too bad that you can't.
"You could call me conceited, I'd agree with you."
But you have so LITTLE to be conceited about-no looks, no smarts, no charisma, no dick...
"Call me an asshole, you betcha. Full of myself, you'd be too."
Well, the only way that you could be full of yourself is if you took a bit out of your belly.
"But when your only recourse is to doubt that my life is a good as I say it is? Then hands down, I'm the winner. I'm just ecstatic right now."
My ONLY recourse? No, merely the accurate bullshit- filtering power that I've developed over my stay here. See, you just come here to fight and insult and start shit up. Shit that you can't finish. Me, I come here to interact with other like-minded humans through the boards. I come to laugh, to play, to ccasionally talk about movies or other topics as the spirit moves me.
The fighting is incidental for me. For you, it's EVERYTHING. Therefore, your story about how wonderful you are is just that, a story. You need an anonymous place to come to to attack others because you are a king pussy IRL.
"Goddamn, boy! I fucking own you now, I led you right where I wanted you to go and you performed just like you were supposed to."
Uh-HUH. If I had a nickel for every shitstain that said that and ran away, I'd be rich. Try something not so cliche, next time.
"You do me a favor, you just keep pretending I'm some pathetic little schmuck whose living from paycheck to paycheck. Don't believe me. It's the greatest compliment I could've ever have hoped to recieve."
You mean "receive", Genius. Sure I believe you. Sure. Now go to bed, you have to get up for that double shift tomorrow at Stuckey's.
"Good night, my little fiddle."
Good night, my little pig-dropping.
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