Interesting to hear comments about perversion from a guy who's definition of a fun night out entails donning drag and parading from public bathroom to public bathroom fellating boy scout leaders and church deacons.
To each his own I suppose, but try to come up with a real diss and not just project your own ass-backwards sexual tendencies onto others when cornered.
Perhaps you lack the intelligence to do so, in which case I will show pity. Like letting the retarded kid win the 50 yard dash while he slobbers all over himself.
How cute.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Apparently News agencies are not impervious to typos
Sadly, that last comment just illuminates the true demented perspective of a social deviant like yourself. It is often the internal justification of a sexual predator... like yourself... which is so dangerous. Granted those old ladies probably hadn't gotten any excitement of that nature for a while but don't call it "action." Instead call it what it was... strip twister. You should know better and be ashamed of yourself, and the throwing of your own excrament was totally uncalled for. Next time your looking for some kicks, don't barge into the Elks Club weeping and screaming the lyrics to "We Built This City" while dousing yourself in kerosene and attempting kiss a car battery. I mean Damn. Not in my worst nightmares could I dream up something that bizarre... unless I had a dream of you as a functional human being which would be more bizarre than anything currently conceivable.
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I'll ignore the fact that 3 p.m. March 3rd was not last night, nor was it a Monday...
It's like you're getting worse. There are doctors who specialize in helping people like you.
I don't want to fuel this kind of perverse imagery that goes in your head about me running around flashing people, but I will say that me "indecently" exposing myself to elders is more action than you'll ever get.
It's like you're getting worse. There are doctors who specialize in helping people like you.
I don't want to fuel this kind of perverse imagery that goes in your head about me running around flashing people, but I will say that me "indecently" exposing myself to elders is more action than you'll ever get.
hmm...
You could paint your self portrait that way or you could read it like 9News did last night:
"Monday March 3rd 3:05 pm - Young adolescent boy was detained for indecent exposure to the elderly and public acts of sexual self mutilation."
I mean don't get me wrong, I am about a healthy self image but you need to stop violating the sanctity of the civilized world with your version of "perfection", either that or you could go into politics.
I love myself.
That smell is not me, I smell likes roses and happiness - and my voice is melodious like the springtime rain.
I love me. I love me like the sun is bright, and the ocean is vast.
In most social quandaries I think only of myself, and I'm quick to judge virtually everyone and everything around me. I rarely make any accommodations for other people, as doing so would be hurtful - to me. When there is an opportunity to do a selfless act, I rarely take myself up on it.
When I hear my own name, I never respond with "Yea?" I just smile, and nod - embraced by the warmth and security that only can be found through myself.
I'm emotionally guarded, and rarely vulnerable. My utter oneness with myself alienates most people. This is a good thing as it allows me to weed through those who are assholes and those who aren't. The criteria? Me.
I love me. I love me like the sun is bright, and the ocean is vast.
In most social quandaries I think only of myself, and I'm quick to judge virtually everyone and everything around me. I rarely make any accommodations for other people, as doing so would be hurtful - to me. When there is an opportunity to do a selfless act, I rarely take myself up on it.
When I hear my own name, I never respond with "Yea?" I just smile, and nod - embraced by the warmth and security that only can be found through myself.
I'm emotionally guarded, and rarely vulnerable. My utter oneness with myself alienates most people. This is a good thing as it allows me to weed through those who are assholes and those who aren't. The criteria? Me.
Yes it's true...
You write well but you speak and smell terrible. At least the smell will get better once you learn how to wipe your own ass.
It's spelled "You're".
Apparently at my tender age I am still more capable of writing beyond the level of a 2nd grader.
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