*pathetic
*onslaught
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K, no response after a while. I'm going to give Mom the OK on serving him since my sister is spending another Christmas (for the 3rd time in a row--supposed to alternate) at his place. I'll leave the glove marked "Z" on his front step, he'll know. [Metaphorically, of course]
Am I the only one who wonders why this kid has to bombard us with his traditional
"I MAKE $60 a minute!"
"I made $8,500 at the age of NINE...YOU CAN TOO"
"I DRINK WINE AT THE AGE OF 12!!!"
and his other bullshit attention garnishing stories - has to follow each of these proclamations up with a story about how his parents stole his T.V., Cell Phone, Computer, virginity etc?
If you make this enormous amount of money as this child genius that you think you are (Giving us your constant insight into the English language has really helped us to see just how smart you really are. We all thank you for that and consider it a blessing.) then why don't you walk out of this ****ing family for good and go live somewhere else?
You seem to think you can make $60 just by turning a computer on, so why don't you STFU and put your money where your whiney little mouth is, and get AWAY from your family for good.
Otherwise, stop telling us about how smart, rich, and successful you THINK you are. The proof is in the pudding and these once a week whine threads about situations between you and Daddy don't really help any of us to believe you are anything more than a story-telling cry baby who has to share with the world about how Mommy and Daddy never showed you enough attention.
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Holy shit! You might want to aim your fat pussy elsewhere instead of squirting me in the eye, tramp.
Interestingly enough, we had to forget about this:
HOLY SHITT!!!11111 THX 4 TEH BLESSINGZ LOLOLOLLL
I mean, hey, if you're going to be a dick at least don't be a hypocritical moron and go make all of your typos in your very next post.
And regarding why I don't move out--holy shit! I'm sort've...under the age of 18, you illiterate cock. Besides, having somebody pay for most of my meals while I sit on my fat ass and get a free education is pretty cool. I'm sure if you had any intelligence past rounding off a nice GPA of 2.1 you would have some sort of minor appreciation for what exactly a free education is like. I'm sure that joining some random community college in a 200-square-mile town in the middle of Who-Give-A-****-Where immediately after getting shit funds from the Marines along with the rest of the complete dickheads with as primitive of a mind as yours gave you a nice start before you managed to jump to mixing concrete. So you can use 3DS--do you feel special yet, you prepubescent cockhound?
What did you expect?
"lololol cybock ur rite...."
Oh, for Christ's sake. Cy- he's not posting any of this shit to help anybody. I don't think that's the intent, here. And what about you? Are you helping? And Zarathu, settle the hell down! What did you expect Cybog to come up with for you?
I wish you two would stop this crap. I hate it when you fight.
That was probably the funniest thing I will read today. Thanks!I'm sure if you had any intelligence past rounding off a nice GPA of 2.1 you would have some sort of minor appreciation for what exactly a free education is like. I'm sure that joining some random community college in a 200-square-mile town in the middle of Who-Give-A-****-Where immediately after getting shit funds from the Marines along with the rest of the complete dickheads with as primitive of a mind as yours gave you a nice start before you managed to jump to mixing concrete.
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Entertaining to say the least
Many questions answered.... Many answers questioned
What is a dirty robbin smelly knacker tinker? I swear you people have a language that is completely unrelated to ours.
Relax... I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts - can you show me where it hurts?