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Right up there with waving a jar of mint sauce at a field of newborn lambs. Ya brute.
Sometimes I giggle about the frothing lunatic who’s put me on ignore and now has to constantly log out to see what I’ve said. Beneath that counterfeit persona lurks the same pitifully desperate egomaniac.