Hello all

[Carnivore]

Verily, my life is a tragic story. A tragic story about a man struggling to remain compassionate and understanding while wandering a human wasteland of imbecility. Eventually, he is forced to reserve his caring for only a select few lest he be overwhelmed.

If I step back for a moment, I can look past the complete assclown that you are, Terren, and see that it probably isn't your fault. Something awful must have happened to you. You must've been dropped down a mine shaft, landed on your head, and miraculously survived albeit with severe mental handicaps. Perhaps you were raised by apes. Maybe you were simply unloved and neglected. I don't know why you suck the way you suck.

Most likely, however, you have no excuse. you are a tool of your own volition, and now some poor sick person will be deprived of caring today because I squandered it on you, you insignificant piece of excrement!

Most of the Mockers here are good friends of mine. Most of the Mockers here consider you vapid, moronic, and worthless. Most of them probably wouldn't mind seeing you fall down that mine shaft again but please die this time.

Do the smart thing and don't reply. Disappear for a while, create a new account, and try again.