ltheghost
Payin Debts.... N40
This is some serious c00n shyt and we honestly should not put up with it. These old accepting ass negroes make me SICK. This is bullshyt. And fukk his apology.
I guess we can find solace in the fact that nobody lapped up your quasi-intellectual bullshyt this time.
I'm assuming the smell of it is beginning to permeate through most of their monitors by now.
The truth is, you're the socially awkward dweeb in reality who sat alone at lunch.
Likely bullied and ostracized and saw the females you held the door and pulled chairs out for with the "niglet" a$$holes who made your life a living hell.
Only problem, you were too much of a passive fairy to do much about it.
So you log on here, name yourself after your favorite rap song, and play the contrarian, pretentious, boy scout for revenge while simultaneously making a concentrated effort to use quips like "mang" so you don't come off like the total geek that you are -
( which coincidentally, makes you look like even more of a herb.)
For as much as you can pretend you hate the coli, you love it, because it's the only place you can come and feel anyone gives a single iota about what you have to say.
Problem is now, your ruse is unraveling and most people can smell the bytch radiating from you at this point.
Keep running your mouth like a little diva behind your keyboard.
You know you'd get your jaw separated flapping your gums offline and saying the things you say here to other men.
I don't have to remind you that you're a bytch, though.
You see the same twinkle in your eye that I do every time you look in the mirror.
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
I guess we can find solace in the fact that nobody lapped up your quasi-intellectual bullshyt this time.
I'm assuming the smell of it is beginning to permeate through most of their monitors by now.
The truth is, you're the socially awkward dweeb in reality who sat alone at lunch.
Likely bullied and ostracized and saw the females you held the door and pulled chairs out for with the "niglet" a$$holes who made your life a living hell.
Only problem, you were too much of a passive fairy to do much about it.
So you log on here, name yourself after your favorite rap song, and play the contrarian, pretentious, boy scout for revenge while simultaneously making a concentrated effort to use quips like "mang" so you don't come off like the total geek that you are -
( which coincidentally, makes you look like even more of a herb.)
For as much as you can pretend you hate the coli, you love it, because it's the only place you can come and feel anyone gives a single iota about what you have to say.
Problem is now, your ruse is unraveling and most people can smell the bytch radiating from you at this point.
Keep running your mouth like a little diva behind your keyboard.
You know you'd get your jaw separated flapping your gums offline and saying the things you say here to other men.
I don't have to remind you that you're a bytch, though.
You see the same twinkle in your eye that I do every time you look in the mirror.
And this is the part where I go back and forth with some faceless, anonymous thing that has a reputation for spending his days lashing out at black women and society in general and is trying to drag me in to his daily circle of mindless nonsense, so you can get your rocks off by getting me to engage in a corny ass e-battle.
But you're right somewhat. I've given way too much of a fukk about what people like you think, and Ive gotten way too into my feelings by letting people like you and others get under my skin giving you far more value than you're worth.
The sht you're kickin reads as projection. You're so desperate to want to attack me and make things personal, and invest in all this hate you have. I put my face on here because Im real. Not that I need to reinvent myself as a superthug, supernikka, billy bad ass who is gunna "separate your jaw and leave your gums flappin" but a real person. Right or wrong; good or bad.
A poster from the east coast @Beegio told me he was moving out here to my area, and asked me whats good. Without knowing him, once he touched down I brought him into my real life circle of friends. He's been in my apt, he's popped bottles with my team at the dopest night spot in downtown. Im not sure he would agree with the labels you attacked me with, but who knows. Regardless, of what anyone feels I know I care and Im a good person. I wonder what people think of you in real life. I wonder if anyone thinks of you.
But here's the good news. You can have all this. You can have your team of vultures, and you can have your message board. You can have the last word here.
I guess we can find solace in the fact that nobody lapped up your quasi-intellectual bullshyt this time.
I'm assuming the smell of it is beginning to permeate through most of their monitors by now.
The truth is, you're the socially awkward dweeb in reality who sat alone at lunch.
Likely bullied and ostracized and saw the females you held the door and pulled chairs out for with the "niglet" a$$holes who made your life a living hell.
Only problem, you were too much of a passive fairy to do much about it.
So you log on here, name yourself after your favorite rap song, and play the contrarian, pretentious, boy scout for revenge while simultaneously making a concentrated effort to use quips like "mang" so you don't come off like the total geek that you are -
( which coincidentally, makes you look like even more of a herb.)
For as much as you can pretend you hate the coli, you love it, because it's the only place you can come and feel anyone gives a single iota about what you have to say.
Problem is now, your ruse is unraveling and most people can smell the bytch radiating from you at this point.
Keep running your mouth like a little diva behind your keyboard.
You know you'd get your jaw separated flapping your gums offline and saying the things you say here to other men.
I don't have to remind you that you're a bytch, though.
You see the same twinkle in your eye that I do every time you look in the mirror.
I guess we can find solace in the fact that nobody lapped up your quasi-intellectual bullshyt this time.
I'm assuming the smell of it is beginning to permeate through most of their monitors by now.
The truth is, you're the socially awkward dweeb in reality who sat alone at lunch.
Likely bullied and ostracized and saw the females you held the door and pulled chairs out for with the "niglet" a$$holes who made your life a living hell.
Only problem, you were too much of a passive fairy to do much about it.
So you log on here, name yourself after your favorite rap song, and play the contrarian, pretentious, boy scout for revenge while simultaneously making a concentrated effort to use quips like "mang" so you don't come off like the total geek that you are -
( which coincidentally, makes you look like even more of a herb.)
For as much as you can pretend you hate the coli, you love it, because it's the only place you can come and feel anyone gives a single iota about what you have to say.
Problem is now, your ruse is unraveling and most people can smell the bytch radiating from you at this point.
Keep running your mouth like a little diva behind your keyboard.
You know you'd get your jaw separated flapping your gums offline and saying the things you say here to other men.
I don't have to remind you that you're a bytch, though.
You see the same twinkle in your eye that I do every time you look in the mirror.
I'm all for forgiveness but I just don't buy it here. This seems like a classic case of "I'm sorry I got caught." This cac will transfer to another college and graduate with ease, get a job due to his dad pulling strings, and in 10-15 years will be deciding who to hire. Will he be hiring black people? I'm gonna guess: hell nah.
I'd rather see him get ruined now than have to deal with him showing up in a position of power in 20-30 years.