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LOL @ this exchange between SD and crazy internet chick, she pwns herself
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She's just misunderstood.
that's the spirit!!
Holy shit she was so pissed off she gave me her number and I didnt even ask for it. LOL this is complete psychosis:
Her:Why don't you just fucking call me and we'll see if you can even hold your own in a conversation, faggot.
512-XXX-XXXX
I am also having a LOT of fun. Because I have a LOT of hate and I just never let it out because, unlike YOU... I give a **** about people. But I don't care about you at all. You're a nasty, useless, loveless, empty, pathetic, piece of shit.
Me:
Yea you dont care about me sooo much that you are letting me take up all this room and energy in your mind while you hate me LOL and you offer up your number on top of that and for what. You wanna see if I can hold a conversation with a compete psychotic? You wouldnt be able to remain sane for more than 5 seconds. That would be a quality conversation really worth holding hahah this is too funny.
I can go as long as you can but frankly Im amazed another human being could become this affected with a few emails.
Her:Why don't you just fucking call me and we'll see if you can even hold your own in a conversation, faggot.
512-XXX-XXXX
I am also having a LOT of fun. Because I have a LOT of hate and I just never let it out because, unlike YOU... I give a **** about people. But I don't care about you at all. You're a nasty, useless, loveless, empty, pathetic, piece of shit.
Me:
Yea you dont care about me sooo much that you are letting me take up all this room and energy in your mind while you hate me LOL and you offer up your number on top of that and for what. You wanna see if I can hold a conversation with a compete psychotic? You wouldnt be able to remain sane for more than 5 seconds. That would be a quality conversation really worth holding hahah this is too funny.
I can go as long as you can but frankly Im amazed another human being could become this affected with a few emails.
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Jesus Christ will it ever stop LOLOLOLO this is incredible:
Me:
Hey sorry about everything on here, later<----not really but just trying to get her off my back at this point
Her:
Oh, what's that you say? You're having fun? Really? I'd like to have some fun for once. You get off on picking on women. I get that. I kind of thought so. God, I just love always being right.
Here's what I think. You are a grade A loser with a very small brain. Your outlook on the world and the people around you is shallow and you've somehow convinced yourself that this is the favorite pass-time of "smart people." In fact, acting out online (as you put it) is a sign of some deep seeded issues. I bet you have a lot of those. Lets start with your kind of okay looks. Now, I'm sure you grew up in a small town where (at least in your younger days) you were considered "doable" but the truth is... here you are, pushing 40 and no one wants you. You've been at this a long time, remember? Now we can all see why.
Hey... Being so sophistocated, I'm sure the arts are of great interest to you. Never mind the illumination that is required to really understand artl... I'm sure you talk a good game, though.
YOu ask for a war. Well, I bring you a concert because I am a musician and angels fight with harps. I wrote this piece about a heroin addict. Her pain was so emense that the only peace she could find was with a needle. It started with her father who was intensely abusive (I'll elaborate so you can masturbate to this graphic story... Do you like making children cry as well or just women?) He would drink and force her to put her hand down in front of him while he pounded a hammer down next to it saying that she would keep it there if she trusted him. Now, as you know (being a man) a typical game men like to play is making you think that if you don't trust them you don't love them. Never mind if they love you enough to earn your trust... Are you big and hard yet? Well, I took her in because she had nowhere to go and I wanted to help her get clean. She would do really well and then her boyfriend would come over and slam her agains the wall and scream at her (don't cum, yet)... I finally called the cops after he strangled her and I wrote this song. I think a lot of your ex or current girlfriends mind find comfort in the lyrics...
I call it "Mrs. Smith" (for another woman with an equally gratifying story behind her life)
Here we go again, my friend
you're breaking up, you're checking in
I wish he wouldn't come around
Caue all he does is drag you down
and I... really hate that man
Now I could tell you what you are
and put some piece inside your heart
Till the day you know you're beautiful
and not because he says you are
and I'd... help you understand
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
You're smiling and you're feeling good
here he comes, I knew he would
he's sorry and he wants you back
your progress quickly goes off track
and you... try to make it real
You think that he is what you need
I say that he's a poisoned seed
cause when it all goes up in smoke
you plead with him
your heart is broke
and he... won't care how you feel
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
You're pretty and you're something else
He only thinks about himself
you deserve a man in love with you
and all the crazy sh*tyou do
but this... isn't what you want
You're smarter than he'll ever be
You're better than the likes of me
with eyes that sound just like the see
a princess waiting to be free
your knight... sitting on his butt
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
See, dumb ass... you don't have what it takes to be any kind of a real man. Every woman you meet eventually figures this out and she leaves. You aren't exactly "boyfriend" material. Now, now, don't take it too hard. Its that you have to pretend to be something you're not to attract women who are better than you. You trick them into ****ing you and then your true colors surface. If they've already been there and recovered, they walk away quickly. You probably prey on the innocent types. The types that are so full of cheer and sunshine that your pants get a little slimey when you fantasize about stripping them of their joy and self estemes. But when it comes to a girl like me... hell, I'm already there... maybe you can rub it in a little. Sure feels good, doen't it? A psychological Sade. (Have you heard of Marquis De Sade or will you need to wiki that so you can act like you know what I'm talking about?)
Maxwell's equation on electromagnetic radiation? No?
Okay how about apoptosis? No, but hey! I bet your current and ex **** buddy victims know all about self sacrifice. And they have something you never will. Compassion.
Do I hate men? No. I have two brothers. What I hate are pigs. And you, Mr Oinker... are one of them.
You have no class, no masculinity, and no consideration. Your self image is so low that you have to insult other people to intertain yourself.
I just can't wait to see the wherehouse of information you know nothing about as we correspond. And, before you pick on my spelling... I know you use the spell check option and it does NOT help you with your punctuation.
Might I ask you... How does a stupid stripper get a 3.8 JPA and a full scholership? Don't know? I don't either. Go ****ing figure.
I could sing of your patheticness forever but what I'd really like to know is what got you this way? Did you cum too fast with your first girlfriend, thinking only of yourself, and she left you for someone who is actually sexy and not just mildly kind of okay? I bet he ****ed her 5000000000000 times better than you could ever dream of.
Maybe your mommy was a weak pathetic **** that put up with your ass hole father and you've gotten the idea that women like that kind of behavior.
Please. Enlighten me. Why doesn't anyone want you?
Me:
Hey sorry about everything on here, later<----not really but just trying to get her off my back at this point
Her:
Oh, what's that you say? You're having fun? Really? I'd like to have some fun for once. You get off on picking on women. I get that. I kind of thought so. God, I just love always being right.
Here's what I think. You are a grade A loser with a very small brain. Your outlook on the world and the people around you is shallow and you've somehow convinced yourself that this is the favorite pass-time of "smart people." In fact, acting out online (as you put it) is a sign of some deep seeded issues. I bet you have a lot of those. Lets start with your kind of okay looks. Now, I'm sure you grew up in a small town where (at least in your younger days) you were considered "doable" but the truth is... here you are, pushing 40 and no one wants you. You've been at this a long time, remember? Now we can all see why.
Hey... Being so sophistocated, I'm sure the arts are of great interest to you. Never mind the illumination that is required to really understand artl... I'm sure you talk a good game, though.
YOu ask for a war. Well, I bring you a concert because I am a musician and angels fight with harps. I wrote this piece about a heroin addict. Her pain was so emense that the only peace she could find was with a needle. It started with her father who was intensely abusive (I'll elaborate so you can masturbate to this graphic story... Do you like making children cry as well or just women?) He would drink and force her to put her hand down in front of him while he pounded a hammer down next to it saying that she would keep it there if she trusted him. Now, as you know (being a man) a typical game men like to play is making you think that if you don't trust them you don't love them. Never mind if they love you enough to earn your trust... Are you big and hard yet? Well, I took her in because she had nowhere to go and I wanted to help her get clean. She would do really well and then her boyfriend would come over and slam her agains the wall and scream at her (don't cum, yet)... I finally called the cops after he strangled her and I wrote this song. I think a lot of your ex or current girlfriends mind find comfort in the lyrics...
I call it "Mrs. Smith" (for another woman with an equally gratifying story behind her life)
Here we go again, my friend
you're breaking up, you're checking in
I wish he wouldn't come around
Caue all he does is drag you down
and I... really hate that man
Now I could tell you what you are
and put some piece inside your heart
Till the day you know you're beautiful
and not because he says you are
and I'd... help you understand
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
You're smiling and you're feeling good
here he comes, I knew he would
he's sorry and he wants you back
your progress quickly goes off track
and you... try to make it real
You think that he is what you need
I say that he's a poisoned seed
cause when it all goes up in smoke
you plead with him
your heart is broke
and he... won't care how you feel
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
You're pretty and you're something else
He only thinks about himself
you deserve a man in love with you
and all the crazy sh*tyou do
but this... isn't what you want
You're smarter than he'll ever be
You're better than the likes of me
with eyes that sound just like the see
a princess waiting to be free
your knight... sitting on his butt
But I... can't... say... I...
Love you like he does
So when he knocks you down
I'll pick you up
See, dumb ass... you don't have what it takes to be any kind of a real man. Every woman you meet eventually figures this out and she leaves. You aren't exactly "boyfriend" material. Now, now, don't take it too hard. Its that you have to pretend to be something you're not to attract women who are better than you. You trick them into ****ing you and then your true colors surface. If they've already been there and recovered, they walk away quickly. You probably prey on the innocent types. The types that are so full of cheer and sunshine that your pants get a little slimey when you fantasize about stripping them of their joy and self estemes. But when it comes to a girl like me... hell, I'm already there... maybe you can rub it in a little. Sure feels good, doen't it? A psychological Sade. (Have you heard of Marquis De Sade or will you need to wiki that so you can act like you know what I'm talking about?)
Maxwell's equation on electromagnetic radiation? No?
Okay how about apoptosis? No, but hey! I bet your current and ex **** buddy victims know all about self sacrifice. And they have something you never will. Compassion.
Do I hate men? No. I have two brothers. What I hate are pigs. And you, Mr Oinker... are one of them.
You have no class, no masculinity, and no consideration. Your self image is so low that you have to insult other people to intertain yourself.
I just can't wait to see the wherehouse of information you know nothing about as we correspond. And, before you pick on my spelling... I know you use the spell check option and it does NOT help you with your punctuation.
Might I ask you... How does a stupid stripper get a 3.8 JPA and a full scholership? Don't know? I don't either. Go ****ing figure.
I could sing of your patheticness forever but what I'd really like to know is what got you this way? Did you cum too fast with your first girlfriend, thinking only of yourself, and she left you for someone who is actually sexy and not just mildly kind of okay? I bet he ****ed her 5000000000000 times better than you could ever dream of.
Maybe your mommy was a weak pathetic **** that put up with your ass hole father and you've gotten the idea that women like that kind of behavior.
Please. Enlighten me. Why doesn't anyone want you?
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