Didn't read the rest of that but you're going to back off my boy. He's had a tough enough run of it, be as shitty as you want towards me but please, unironically, don't use him as a bludgeon.
Why don't you move in with Cobes? You need shelter, he needs a friend that aren't out to get his ass and he gets lots of free food delivered to him.
What an awful idea lol. I made the conscious decision to become a hobo loco mofo because I was severely bored of living in a shitty apartment in a shitty place, so Casper would be a very lateral move in that regard but the misadventures would be funny if Josh were still up for such things. I offered to run down to the store and make us some badass steaks but Cobes was content to eat his dank pizza hack that had been sitting out for days. That should give you an idea of how dissimilar our way of thinking and motivations are.
Wow that's entirely incomprehensible but sounds really pathetic for all of you. Good thing when all of you can't actually win anything doing this for years on end there's still the bottle.
We all win by having fun on the Online while you can do nothing but drunkenly seethe about shit you did to yourself.
Lol how are you "having fun online"? These freaks insult you constantly, you and some other guy from there with a substance abuse problem and personality disorder are trying to dox each other and send revenge porn back and forth.
For normies I'm sure it's a tasty social thing to occasionally do. In my case I started partying as a teen before understanding the implications of generational alcoholism and have gone through spells of dependence for most of my life. My biggest triggers for drinking are boredom and a general lack of fulfillment with life, so those are factors as well.
Because I enjoy arguing and can take shit talking as well as I offer it while also being quick to forgive perceived internet "enemies". I've heard the voice message you left for @fnaarf and are obviously choking back seething tears any time you start a-logging, so I can understand why it'd be hard for you to understand that I don't have PTSD from mean words on a screen.
It doesn't ultimately matter how anyone truthfully feels about me as it's all a game to me either way. Some days I win, some days I lose but I always find a reason to laugh and do it again the next day. Your humorless attitude is why you've done nothing but lose every day for 7 years straight.
Not really, as I said I enjoy the bantz rain or shine. I'm sure the natural differences between men and women make me more prone to enjoying combat.
I think well adjusted people are unmoved by the same name calling middle schoolers employ. It's not incriminating because it's not real but having acknowledged it it's now troll canon. Thankfully those who have seen my actual dingus agree about its nobility
I assume you believe your behavior has been the "correct" response to being bantzed? Hm, I hadn't considered going down a nearly decade long cycle of embarrassing myself and seething. Don't think I'll try but if enjoying the stupid prizes for my stupid games doesn't continue to work out I'll keep it in mind
Please show me one person doing this who isn't a friendless personality disorder having creep whose life is more wrecked and stupid from their own attitude and actions than anything I could aspire to in a million lifetimes. You are one of my biggest and most dedicated haters, you know more about me and share it unsolicited than you probably know about your own mom or dad and you are literally homeless and go in and out of detox routinely. Let's admit it's not so much that I'm "embarrassing" but that I represent something to you and to the others which is the reason you don't go off quite as hard at other pervert losers that hate you you encounter on KF or its many sad and deformed child forums.
You're a drunk, middle aged, pseudo Commie cunt with as much self control as the niggers you so heartily fellate. It's not that deep lady.
Lol look how dripping with self-hatred this is. You just got out of detox Dan. You wrote a big smug essay about it like you regard yourself as a Bukowski with none of the literary ability or interesting stories, remember? And you can't name a single non-loser who's obsessed with me.
