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Jesus christ, that trolling was fucking cringe inducing. I've rarely posted here over the last 12-18 months, I've just started browsing again over the past week or two. You guys have let your standards slip.
That wasn't even a cunt off, that was some kind of dork-off.
That was that spazzy guy who you went to primary school with - the one who followed all the trends that pre-teens would follow from month to month, the guy that was a complete dick to his mum when she took him shopping with her, until she bought him the trendy waste of plastic so he would cease to make noises with his mouth, who would then run around from group to group in the playground the next day thriving on the mild interest in the thing he had. The kid who had a difficult transition into secondary school and didn't really mature at all for 2 or 3 years, but then all of a sudden one monday was completely 'devoted' to music, and would list and claim to be a fan of every single variation of rock and metal music on his geocities or myspace or whatever generation this twat was in, there's always one. Then when he got older he would pretend to be high when the other kids would see him on the park but weren't able to avoid the eye contact, causing him to come over and talk about his dreamcast. Sometimes these people get a job at 16 at Maplins, and they use their entire life's work in trying to impress people to please the customers aching, throbbing wallets, eventually becoming assistant manager. Or, they go to university, fail to mature again, until their final year, and graduate with a 2:2 in social anthropology (chosen because it sounded kind of cool if you said it with a bit of a sneer, like you were hard done by, but mysteriously clever as well) finally ending up working in a call centre - but a good call centre, selling European timeshare to Americans.
You know 'that guy', there's always one of them, once a year.
But our troll, no -he's not 'that guy'. He's the only kid that was ever impressed by 'that guy', way back in primary school, impressed enough to spend a lifetime imitating him, but lacking any of the social function to successfully act upon the muscular, primal, animal urges that were awakened inside him as he would watch, breathing through his mouth, nose running, as 'that guy' tried to walk-the-dog with his yoyo and talked about limp bizkit.
Yeah. That's you mate.