dude.
sights and visions.
make it happen.
I’m not posting tit pics on the forum. I tried to pm one to joker the other day to brighten his day, and I don’t know if that’s possible either. Plus I mean…you’re kind of a fat troll. So I dunno if I really want to even participate in whatever it is you’re doing.
so its dem tits, not the size 5 shoes…?
did you flash her your MENSA card?
try some lookalikes. you know. google it.
I’ll have to get some pics of her with clothes on.
There’s always a good enough reason, for the reasonable.
It’s magical.
Like watching a magician.
Losing steam?
I came to face the genius.
I am in awe of his talents.
Like a weasel, finding holes to slip through.
But I cannot be unphilosophical and pass judgment.
Instead, why not discuss what toothbrush I used…and how smart I am.
Losing stream?
Here I am…and already you bore the shit out of me.
You are a scrawny little rooster…all crow and no meat.
Does a 4th grade reputed teacher know you hang out with hookers Reasonable?
Yeah, because I’ve got nothing to hide.
Also, don’t try and “I’m rubber you’re glue” me. It makes you look ill prepared.
It made me really happy to be able to get you all emotional with just those 2 words. Thanks for that.
More high school…aim higher.
No kindergarten stuff.
You can do it. You are quiet all of a sudden. A newfound humility, after months of hot, putrid, mind-farts.
Show me that 160 I.Q. at work.
Impress me like you do the idiot next door, or at the whore house you frequent - call it a club, if you must.
Refer me to some thinker you supposedly understood.
Why does a teacher like a guy who hangs out with hookers?
It really makes me happy the way you’ve come here, either in disguise, or with a list of bullshit to rattle off from your master. I feel like I"m important to you. I want you to know that right now, at this very moment I am sitting on my couch watching TV, and typing on ilp and that you ma’am, you…are making me laugh out loud. I am genuinely happy. Mainly because you seem to want to have some kind of combat with me, and the best you’ve been able to do is post a bunch of half-witted, and completely feeble attempts to antagonize some caricature of me that you’ve either been fed by an idiot or have come up with on your own while being an idiot yourself. This is what you are doing today. I am impressed by your uselessness. Please…carry on in the same way that you have in your first hundred posts. I want everyone to have a chance to see your schtick on display.
Because if you can entertain me and keep my attention, as pretty girls sometimes can, then you’d know how brilliant I am and all the other wonderful aspects of my character. Everyone likes to hang out with me. Even people who don’t like me can’t help but to chase me down and get on my metaphorical dick. I mean shit…look at yourself right now.
That’s my boy.
Use that angle.
It works for you.
Pull out the stops, go for it.
Next…pretend you do not care.
Go on, show me how smart you truly are.
Nobody notices…you’ve got them all fooled.
You know how obsessed I am with you, boy.
Every day, when I see you post, I never laugh…
It’s serious.
Your happiness is obvious.
Such desperation to say so.
Is that it? Is that really it?
So its your brilliance and not your money? Like living is not about value judgements…
There are other aspects to your character?
You have character?
What do you know about my money or my character? Also “living” and “philosophy” are 2 different things.
You don know me…
You don’t know me!!!
My god boy…you think months of you posting does not expose you?
Patterns, hustler…
You know how it is, whigger.
I just realized how dull you truly are.
It’s why you have to inflate your self all the time.
Your love for drugs, money and hookers never told me anything.
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MENSA 190.
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WHAT?!!!
Did you just say that?
I’ll file it next to “philosophy is NOT about value judgments” under R…for…guess.