Sounds like somebody's jealous
Every day. Every loving day.
Every loving day we have this same loving thread. I bet you think it's real cool, don't you, you attention whore? “How will I get my (you)s today?” you wake up and ask yourself. You little loving friend. You little loving societal worm. I bet your dad is really loving proud of his friend son, isn't he?
But here we are. Same thread as yesterday. Same thread as the day before. Same little Brazil poster following you around and giving you a quick freebie to help legitimize your post. All so you can cultivate your precious little (you)s. Like out time is just to serve you, huh? You inconsiderate prick.
I bet you had no father to teach you about that, did you? I bet you has no nuclear family. In fact, I'm willing to bet you've never sat around the dinner table at a nice, decent Thanksgiving, like a loving regular, functioning family, without having to sweat whether old-daddy and new-daddy were going to fight. Or whether your friend cousin or drunk uncle were going to give you away for being a good little rooster sucker. No, I bet you cried your eyes out in the fetal position in the corner of the kitchen while the shadow of your step-dad’s fist interfacing with your mom's mouth fell across your pathetic whimpering body before you snuck off to make stuffty EDM beats on your dilapidated, inner-city school hand-me-down laptop. Then I bet you raged into thin air with your weak fists, feeling helpless, with tears in your eyes before sneaking out through the window to escape into the freeing anonymity of the city.
Your dysfunctional family left you, so you left your family, like the societal trash you are. And now, here you are, with your self-built desktop gaming PC, built upon the sad wages of your minimum wage job, trying to blow off some steam and get the attention you could never get at home by whoring yourself out on /pol/. Same thread. Every. loving. Day.
Clean yourself up, your still crying.
sage
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