Quote Originally Posted by BluesClues
What the fuck are you crying about now? Please post where your name came out of my mouth. This thread was started because someone originally started a thread asking where you were and I agreed with others on who cares so you make a thread crying and whinning because some people didn't care enough to suck your dick and care to know where you were. Oh fucking well. Your attempt to try and insult me has failed. Go ahead and have your hissy fit and cause a scene because we all know that you crave the attention and want people to fear you and look up to you so bad and it just kills you inside to know that some people see you for who you are which is a 40 something year old man that lives majority of his life on IA insulting kids, noobs, and just random people to make yourself cool. The only reason people avoid arguments with you is because they know you won't let shit go. You are like the pussy on the side that gets dumped because they got bored with you so you put sugar in his tank and try to ruin his name by spreading numerous rumors. Just to prove how much your feelings got hurt that some people didn't care about you, you neg repped me for posting exactly "who cares." Get over yourself. Get a life.
Lolol. You dumbass. I don't give a shit about who cares and who doesn't care about me, bitch. Unlike what you posted, everything I posted about you is true. You came sobbing to me, scared like a cat fixing to be dried to death, about how you have all these ghosts running around your house and you want me to do an investigation and some sort of seance to get rid of them. You called me and called me for several days trying to get me to come and do this. I don't believe or trust anything anyone on pot would say to me about seeing ghosts. So I didn't indulge your whims. You sent me pics and I told you they were nothing and you proceded to post up that I didn't have any idea what I was talking about. I know for a fact that all the above is true. Then you want to beg me to talk to you a few weeks ago when you were having a "lack of attention or drugs or both" tantrum weeping to IA how people don't like you or some bullshit and I called you on some other shit. Who the fuck you think you're kidding? Ask anyone who knows me who I really am. I met a guy from IA that I have battled to death for the last 2-3 years tonight and we're cool. But he's probably not a pot-headed, psycho, either. Later, QD.