I have created a fake account, hardcore trolling will commence at some point this weekend.

Already blocked my account.

I don't get it.

Oh yeah, and wondering about which one of my friends was trying to fuck my girlfriend this week?

If you were any type of player she'd have been concerned with you trying to fuck her friends.

Yeah, nah.
I'm not sure what your intended usage of 'player' in your latest air ball was supposed to refer to.
I was a 'player', as in "musician" in a band because I mentioned that in the post you pulled out of mid air to use as bait.
So are you implying that I wasn't much of a 'player' because my girlfriend didn't have to worry about me fucking other girls because I lacked talent on my instrument? I don't see the connection.
However, if your intended definition of 'player' is "I'll fuck any white girl (regardless of looks or personality) I can scam into giving me rides in her car and her money from her job for my rolling papers and BoostMobile minutes", then yeah, I guess fucking one white girl in an exclusive relationship would exempt me from the "ltg Players Club".
What can I say, we were raised in very different environments with very different philosophies on women.

#KissMeUnderTheBeardedBarley

Damn you really are one slow rolling log. If player has to be explained to you then you really are fucked up. That air must be extremely thick up there in Kenosha land.

You must have been one insecure little dude if you had to worry about guys trying to fuck your girl (as evidenced by your smoking of the rather inexpensive Camel lights) Damn what Bugles not available?

I wish i could provide you with a step by step book Drivel but i fear that the learning curb would be too steep and I have neither the time nor interest to indulge in such things.

Its probably why you were so interested in what my social life and who my friends happened to be. It ain't my fault that you live such a miserable existence in that dead ass town of yours. Really not. Its also not my fault that you have to get your kicks from the internet and pop culture in order to have a good time.

Maybe if your tired ass had had more life experiences then you would not have to live through the experiences of others. You definitely would not be as fixated on those of an anonymous guy on the internet (particularly one that barely acknowledges you).

The way you used 'player' in your would-be insult was so vapid, I thought some clarification would be helpful.
As usual, you double down and make the intended slight even less meaningful than it was in the first place.



Not really. Wondering and worrying about something are two completely different things.
I don't know what the price of Camel Lights has to do with anything. None of my friends smoked Newports, so I made do with Joe Camel.
I also don't know what Bugles are doing in this scenario. Did you mean Bugler? Bugles are a corn chip and they were only reserved for special occasions like when Pops would show up out of nowhere on the first of the month to get his cut of the EBT and sometimes he would take us children to the gas station for Sunday dinner.



How is it that you wish you could provide me with a 'step by step' book if you also 'have neither the time nor interest' in providing me with a 'step by step' book? Do you have multiple personalities? Maybe the 'smart' personality could tell me more about this "learning curb"? I must say, I'm on pins and needles.



It's hard to be interested in things that don't exist. Maybe I should start writing ltg fanfic.



If I had more life experience, maybe I'd have an excuse for being so tired all the time. But no, I'm not fixated, you're not anonymous, I feel your amount of acknowledgement of me is sufficient enough. Roasting you used to be more fun, but it almost feels like I'm just picking on an inferior mental deficient at this point. When all you have to defend yourself are poorly constructed non sequiturs, you might as well bring a wet envelope to a knife fight. You're too far up your own ass to even get my jokes, and I'm wasting good material. So go fly a kite, but make sure you have a blessed time while doing it.

If you were any type of player she'd have been concerned with you trying to fuck her friends.

Each time your lying ass says that you pop back in at some point to point out how perturbed you are about something i've said. You can shove it up your ass with the have a nice day shit. You aren't clever and you aren't funny and as the hierarchy of posters goes you don't even rate. You used to throw rocks (usually by bandwagon riding with other posters) and hide your damn hands. Once i started engaging you (same as Ogie same as Chas) then you started to have a problem. As we say where I'm from "bet it wasn't funny when I kicked it off". That is all any of this has become. The pile on bullshit isn't going to work. Haven't you noticed how i have picked those off one by one? You seem to have some major affinity for your message board lover Ogie. Anytime i check that fraud on something you pop in for the save. Offended much? If you haven't figured out that the personal attacks aren't going to fly without a retort from me then you are a bigger idiot than first anticipated. If that is your only play, which i fear it is given your lack of intellectual capacity then find something else.


Any goofy that uses the internet to try and bully people is an idiot. That sophomoric bullshit is for clowns and misfits and you are most certainly one. Your tender ass couldn't even take indirect comments from a poster you aren't aware of (312) so you can beat it with the message board tough guy routine. You had to check him out and report back to your message board masters for "validation" as to who he happened to be. Push on you damn lightweight and if you are going to ignore me then ignore me. I have made ignoring your clown ass into an artform. Til now that is of course.

I have no problem ignoring or engaging any of you idiots. I've shown that time and time again. With me its not going to stop.

Your constant critiquing of posts and posting styles is boring and usually people that partake in that do so because they have little else to talk about.

One minute you are a psychologist, next minute you are a literary critic, next minute you are a comic and in the end you are just nothing. In the end you are an empty man living in an uninteresting town attempting to live vicariously through the lives of anonymous message board posters. Pathetic