...that somewhere out there in Internet land, there is this little punk sitting in his little cubicle somewhere, maybe in Ft. Meade, monitoring everything I post here. He's a dickless little cunt, who lives for his little internet monitor and his video games, who notes everything I write, in order to compile a file on me.
Egotistical? Not hardly. Everytime I post something here, I immediately get ONE hit....as if some little cunt is standing by, waiting for me to spout out some diatribe or another.
So, if you're there, little nutless fucktard, go fuck yourself. And your mother.
Hows that for a diatribe?
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