When I was 9 my mom took me back-to-school clothes shopping. We went to the store, but none of the clothing fit right. It was all a bit too tight. So my mom got the store manager and he directed us to the "husky section" where he assured her we would find garments specifically engineered to fit my rotund little frame. I didn't know what "husky" meant at the time...I was only 9. But somehow, someway, I knew to feel ashamed.
I make sites for myself. I never asked to be featured, and I certaintly wouldn't want fragile bitches like you to feel left out because normally I'm all about positivity and would rather everyone be happy. Obviously this site isn't meant to be funny nor is it made in the hopes of pleasing the majority of ytmnd. I don't care if you don't like it. In fact, that validates its quality in my eyes even further.
Your actions indicate that your ego is an extension of how well-liked you feel you are on a small corner of the internet, and that's just f*cking pathetic.
That even someone who visits this as infrequently as I do knows what a massive bag of douche you are speaks to your unmatched level of f*ggotry. Almost all your sites are f*cking garbage that pander to the lowest common denominator to get those oh-so-important ratings. Ultimately then, you rely on the ratings a bunch of internet nerds give your gay-jokes on your some obscure website to fill an obvious void somewhere else in your life.
It has nothing to do with what you've done to me and everything to do with your character. You're a self-conscious little baby who's whined incessantly about losing your featured-user status. In the past you've gone on pretentious rants about how your site ratings make your opinion more important than others, and I've seen the massive comment downvotes you receive as a result. The general moronic populous here might upvote your sites, but nobody seems to actually like you.
Today I bought my regular cakesters 3 pack before class, when the unthinkable happened. I dropped one precious cakester on the filthy asphalt. It was gone forever. Later, in a brutal justification for buying more I decided I deserved that cakester back, and purchased another pack. I ate the first from the pack, replenishing that which was lost. I was left with two. Two cakesters. This was not a full pack. I will always be down one cakester for the rest of my life. The cycle will never end. I am doomed.
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