
10-13-2010, 08:16 AM
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Flemington
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Join Date: Aug 2006
Posts: 11,024
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Quote:
Originally Posted by my miss storm cat
Do you need a tampon or something cause you're acting like a little bitch.
You're like the stereotypical opera singer fromt the 50's that every single member of the entourage had to placate and applaud and complement until they came around and until the next little self indulgent outburst... the next little episode of me-ism. The next
FEEL SORRY FOR ME
event they they all got free tix to on a weekly basis.
Look... you're not the gawky girl who is always picked last for the team and who keeps a diary complete with cutouts from bridal magazines pasted over pictures of her yappy little dogs who her parents wish would die already cause they stopped being cute after about a week.
You're not the Jew-fro'd redhead dangly-spider armed kid who no one will eat lunch with and who smells like a combination of egg salad, Bernsteins vinagrette and 3 days old vomit.
You're not the weird fat lady who lives up the hill in the house with newspapers littering the driveway and too many cats... with the funny smell that gets even worse when the kids throw eggs at it on halloween or TP before they climb and adorn the trees with tampons if there's a chance of rain on that one night when they're sorta allowed to be little mosters.
You are Morty for God sake.
Stop the sissiness and write a God damned poem and finish your death list and continue on with the muff jokes cause wading and wallowing in a sea of self pity, doubt and defeatism does not suit you Sir.
Are we clear?
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Simply marvelous! 
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