Arkata ♋ Vantas (
sallynooksucker) wrote in
dear_mun2012-03-26 09:45 pm
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Someone got genderbent
CLAP CLAP MOTHERFUCKING CLAP.
WELL DONE PRINCESS.
I NEVER KNEW SOMEONE COULD ACTUALLY COME UP WITH A USERNAME THAT COULD OFFEND ME.
ONE. A SALLY IS AN IMMATURE FUCKING BLUE CRAB.
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE SOME SORT OF JOKE?
BOTH REGARDING COLOR AND MATURITY.
TWO. THIS HONESTLY SOUNDS LIKE A HORRIBLE PLAY ON A NAME FROM A SOCK-HOP MOVIE OR SOMETHING TOO.
DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CLEVER?
I CAN'T DECIDE IF I SHOULD GENUINELY START APPLAUDING YOU FOR YOUR WASTE OF TIME.
OR BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT DOWN AND PLAN THIS ALL OUT.
DO YOU KNOW HOW LAME YOU'RE COMING ACROSS TO BE RIGHT NOW?
NO, YOU PROBABLY DON'T. YOUR HEAD IS PROBABLY SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR HUMAN ASS THAT YOU'RE BEYOND OBLIVIOUS TO THE MERE NOTION OF NOT BEING ABLE TO HUMOR ME.
NOT THAT YOU EVER HAD A CHANCE OF AMUSING ME AS IT WAS.
I REALLY CANNOT DECIDE IF YOU'RE DOING THIS AS A SICK JOKE EITHER.
YOU HEAR THAT KNOCKING OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW?
THAT'S THE SOUND OF YOUR FREE TIME DESPERATELY TRYING TO CATCH YOUR ATTENTION.
BEFORE YOU WASTE AWAY ON THE INTERNET TRYING TO PLAY AS THE FEMALE EQUIVALENT OF A HORRIBLY PATHETIC GREY TEXTED LOSER.
YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF?
YOU DO? FOR FUCKS SAKE, GET A HOBBY OTHER THAN PRETENDING TO BE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. WATCH BAD MOVIES. START KNITTING. WRITE VACILLATING ROMANCE NOVELS. I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE UP TO FONDLING THE UTTERS OF THOSE CENTAUR BUTLERS.
JUST DON'T BOTHER ME.
WELL DONE PRINCESS.
I NEVER KNEW SOMEONE COULD ACTUALLY COME UP WITH A USERNAME THAT COULD OFFEND ME.
ONE. A SALLY IS AN IMMATURE FUCKING BLUE CRAB.
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE SOME SORT OF JOKE?
BOTH REGARDING COLOR AND MATURITY.
TWO. THIS HONESTLY SOUNDS LIKE A HORRIBLE PLAY ON A NAME FROM A SOCK-HOP MOVIE OR SOMETHING TOO.
DO YOU THINK YOU'RE CLEVER?
I CAN'T DECIDE IF I SHOULD GENUINELY START APPLAUDING YOU FOR YOUR WASTE OF TIME.
OR BECAUSE YOU ACTUALLY FOUND IT NECESSARY TO SIT DOWN AND PLAN THIS ALL OUT.
DO YOU KNOW HOW LAME YOU'RE COMING ACROSS TO BE RIGHT NOW?
NO, YOU PROBABLY DON'T. YOUR HEAD IS PROBABLY SHOVED SO FAR UP YOUR HUMAN ASS THAT YOU'RE BEYOND OBLIVIOUS TO THE MERE NOTION OF NOT BEING ABLE TO HUMOR ME.
NOT THAT YOU EVER HAD A CHANCE OF AMUSING ME AS IT WAS.
I REALLY CANNOT DECIDE IF YOU'RE DOING THIS AS A SICK JOKE EITHER.
YOU HEAR THAT KNOCKING OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW?
THAT'S THE SOUND OF YOUR FREE TIME DESPERATELY TRYING TO CATCH YOUR ATTENTION.
BEFORE YOU WASTE AWAY ON THE INTERNET TRYING TO PLAY AS THE FEMALE EQUIVALENT OF A HORRIBLY PATHETIC GREY TEXTED LOSER.
YOU FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOURSELF?
YOU DO? FOR FUCKS SAKE, GET A HOBBY OTHER THAN PRETENDING TO BE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. WATCH BAD MOVIES. START KNITTING. WRITE VACILLATING ROMANCE NOVELS. I DON'T CARE IF YOU WANT TO TAKE UP TO FONDLING THE UTTERS OF THOSE CENTAUR BUTLERS.
JUST DON'T BOTHER ME.
