ajblaise
Minister of Propagandhi
- Joined
- Aug 3, 2008
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Ok, ok.
Uh..
You know what Synarch? I never liked you anyways! You smell like cats and you tell boring stories!
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Not snarky enough. I don't buy it.
Ok, ok.
Uh..
You know what Synarch? I never liked you anyways! You smell like cats and you tell boring stories!
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Not snarky enough. I don't buy it.
Synarch,
You've always reminded me of that guy in the coffee shop that's always complaining in the back of the line because the line isn't moving. They stand there all passive aggressive like, whining like a baby, and finally you turn around and tell them to shut their trap and they keep talking back to the point where you need to take them outside, and back into the alley. You get ready to punch their guts out when they start crying and they tell you their tragic life story full of failure and how you just got dumped by that one whore because you couldn't satisfy her and I feel bad so I give you a few bucks because I'm the nice guy.
Synarch,
You've always reminded me of that guy in the coffee shop that's always complaining in the back of the line because the line isn't moving. They stand there all passive aggressive like, whining like a baby, and finally you turn around and tell them to shut their trap and they keep talking back to the point where you need to take them outside, and back into the alley. You get ready to punch their guts out when they start crying and they tell you their tragic life story full of failure and how you just got dumped by that one whore because you couldn't satisfy her and I feel bad so I give you a few bucks because I'm the nice guy.
Better! Much better. I feel the hate. Tasty, tasty hate. The plot line is kinda convoluted, though. Like, am I the one crying? It got confused at the end.
How about:
"Synarch, you've always reminded me of one of those loud-mouthed pricks who throw their weight around and then go home to their empty shit hole where they stare at a photo of their ex-wife who told them she needed a real man who could satisfy her."
Don't forget the part where you have to beg for money from your mother to pay the Leese on your trailer and how she refuses, but you have to make up rumors about how you've been getting mugged at the coffee shop.
But you've got it as close to a one liner as possible, more than I could put it.
Just tell me I pay women to step on my gonads. Simple, direct, and withering.
You pay women to step on your gonads.
How was that?!![]()
Awesome! I may never mess with you again.