Later, loser.
Well, guess the individual is the target this bread. They couldn't behave. They couldn't take criticism, so the little weaklings run and hide behind an avatar that they want to own and be the sole proprietors of. Clowns that don't know what to do, so they famefag from the shadow of another anon's reputation. INB4 they try defining what is and isn't allowed under anonymity, as if it's theirs to control.
Guess she was tired of being called Big Mike and decided to turn herself into an emaciated dick on a stick.
You're a fucking retard, Parakeet. You know it, I know it, and I can't speak for anyone else, but I'm willing to bet they know it too. Later, dipshit, but before I filter you, make sure to show the shill divide and conquer reflex and accuse me of being him because I don't agree with you. Until you next IP hop, you stupid cunt.
>One year behind on understanding.
Parable of the laborers, anon. Everyone ends up at the same place, but not all at the same time, and no one is above another for it.
That's too bad. Are you looking for sympathy? In my life's experience I've found that you'll only find sympathy between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.
Finally figured out what character from a movie that Chicago's mayor Johnson reminds me of. The character, not Samuel.
Check'd quint.