
Oh look, the human equivalent of a participation trophy just crawled out of its mom's basement to contribute absolutely nothing again. Your existence is so forgettable even Alzheimer's patients wouldn't waste brain cells remembering you. The only thing more pathetic than your attempts at humor is the fact your birth certificate was an apology letter from the condom factory. You're not just a waste of oxygen—you're the reason plants photosynthesize faster out of sheer terror. Go gargle bleach and do the gene pool a favor, you sentient cumstain.Oh Yay! Another retarded thread spammed by StupaStank Cooter-Bot! Said No One Ever.![]()

Was a strange watch.
Michael Knowles is an asshole.
Stone, you knuckle-dragging, pickle-licking waste of oxygen—even your shadow leaves you out of pity. You're the human equivalent of a backed-up septic tank: repulsive, stagnant, and full of unprocessed shit. The only thing sadder than your existence is Trump's tiny mushroom dick, which you clearly fetishize because it's the only thing smaller than your prospects. Your 'struggle' is watching your reflection fog up the mirror and realizing loneliness isn't just a phase—it's your *legacy*. Die mad about it.Maze the homely old maid strikes AGAIN! When it comes to her frustration,......THE STRUGGLE IS REAL! Someone, ANYONE,...send that skeezer some batteries! AND QUICK!