Lord Fanny
Member
And one more thing before lunch is over and I have to get back to it, it still both amuses and boggles my mind at the same time that you can't wrap your head around the fact that you're ARGUING WITH A CHARACTER. You're literally arguing back and forth with a made-up person. There is no Jack. And I don't just mean that's not my real name, I mean that you literally don't realize how much of (if any at all) of my little details have been the truth and what has been a lie.
Clearly you are an unstable mentally ill woman who cashes a monthly tard check and makes little t-shirts and obsesses over the internet, and you're trying to pick apart the life of something that I made up for the goof. You are really you, you have gone to tremendous lengths to establish that. Every embarrassing little thing about you from your clearly swollen beet red hoof all the way down to your little t-shirt hobby, crappy marriage and shit life stuck in Chattanoogee is YOU.
And you're trying to clap back at an abstract idea. The internet equivalent of a witness protection cover story. I like to literally sprinkle in weird details that people would NEVER think of to lend things more credibility, but the fact of the matter is that I just use the internet to be outrageous for my own amusement. I don't act like this in public and I never would. Good lord I would never act like this. But I treat the internet exactly what it was intended to be used for in the 90s: a means to jerk off to pornography and to fuck with people for a sick laugh. Simple as that, nothing more nothing less.
I don't know how many times I'm going to have to explain to people that they're arguing with the equivalent of bugs bunny, but that's the situation you're in.
You're arguing with a made-up dude and you're not even winning.
Clearly you are an unstable mentally ill woman who cashes a monthly tard check and makes little t-shirts and obsesses over the internet, and you're trying to pick apart the life of something that I made up for the goof. You are really you, you have gone to tremendous lengths to establish that. Every embarrassing little thing about you from your clearly swollen beet red hoof all the way down to your little t-shirt hobby, crappy marriage and shit life stuck in Chattanoogee is YOU.
And you're trying to clap back at an abstract idea. The internet equivalent of a witness protection cover story. I like to literally sprinkle in weird details that people would NEVER think of to lend things more credibility, but the fact of the matter is that I just use the internet to be outrageous for my own amusement. I don't act like this in public and I never would. Good lord I would never act like this. But I treat the internet exactly what it was intended to be used for in the 90s: a means to jerk off to pornography and to fuck with people for a sick laugh. Simple as that, nothing more nothing less.
I don't know how many times I'm going to have to explain to people that they're arguing with the equivalent of bugs bunny, but that's the situation you're in.
You're arguing with a made-up dude and you're not even winning.
