that's a jokeMat Linnett wrote:Nice troll attempt there. WAY out of rep's league.
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That is so spot on :icon19:4days wrote:seemed like he'd just grown up a tiny bit since last time - not much, still able to delude himself into thinking that being laughed at and derided for making a twat of himself somehow constituted 'owning' people - but enough to stop himself from getting so drunk on his own pompousness that he gets carried away with shite like threatening legal action.
sad really - he's a pathological bullshitter that just exudes detestability. can't even pity him because all anyone that doesn't ignore him wants is for the skin-crawlingly horrid little bastard to go away.
and that's over the internet, wouldn't want to even think about what an utterly repellent twat he is in real life.
I knew a guy just like rep in high school. He was a fat bastard who continuously was bragging about how fucking great he was. If anyone ever bought anything, like a new cd-player or a pair of sneakers, he instantly declared that it was shit, and that he owned something much better and more expensive. But no one in the class had ever been to his place to see all his awesome stuff, and as far as anyone knows, no one had , because the guy didn't have any friends, which is no wonder since he was such a cunt.
So, if someone ever had done something fun, he had always done something much cooler and more awesome. An example; when everyone was getting their drivers licenses (driving age is 18 here) we were often talking about it in between classes and so. We were talking about driving lessons we'd had and stuff like that. When the guy heard us talk about that he always dreamed up some freak story about him driving his uncle's Porsche 911 and almost crashing with a police car or something stupid like that. Everyone knew that he hadn't driven any car at all, that there was no way his fucking uncle had a 911 - he probably didn't even have an uncle.
The thing is that we were all laughing at this fucking clown, and repeatedly told him that he was a fucking retard, but he still continued dreaming up shit like that and acting like an arrogant asshole. No wonder he didn't have any friends, and probably cried himself to sleep every night, wondering why no one liked him.
So, why am I telling you this little story? I guess everyone probably knows some guy just like that. Well, rep is exactly like this guy, fuck if I didn't know rep wasn't Swedish I'd say that he'd had to be the same guy. Is that you, Johan Landahl?
So, if someone ever had done something fun, he had always done something much cooler and more awesome. An example; when everyone was getting their drivers licenses (driving age is 18 here) we were often talking about it in between classes and so. We were talking about driving lessons we'd had and stuff like that. When the guy heard us talk about that he always dreamed up some freak story about him driving his uncle's Porsche 911 and almost crashing with a police car or something stupid like that. Everyone knew that he hadn't driven any car at all, that there was no way his fucking uncle had a 911 - he probably didn't even have an uncle.
The thing is that we were all laughing at this fucking clown, and repeatedly told him that he was a fucking retard, but he still continued dreaming up shit like that and acting like an arrogant asshole. No wonder he didn't have any friends, and probably cried himself to sleep every night, wondering why no one liked him.
So, why am I telling you this little story? I guess everyone probably knows some guy just like that. Well, rep is exactly like this guy, fuck if I didn't know rep wasn't Swedish I'd say that he'd had to be the same guy. Is that you, Johan Landahl?
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