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Feb 27th, 2005, 08:05 PM
Max, your obession with me is pitiful. Before you waste anymore bandwith trying to insult or get a rise out of me, go buy a mirror. Stare into it. Then work on getting rid of that pork-fat stomach, those saggy bitch tits, that receding hair line. Get over the fact that I work with the future and you show off the past. Learn to make friends that don't consist of other social outcats and losers that hang out on a second rate message board for a second rate humor site.
I feel absolute and utter pity for you. I just pray that you don't do yourself in Hunter S. Thompson style.
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