I found out the other day that one of my college mates recently ended an abusive relationship. The evidence? They had mutually taken down or untagged all Facebook photos of them together.
Retaliating through Facebook has a magnitude only our generation fully understands.
I'm happy because I always knew that this vainglorious walking penis was an abusive douche. I'm a certified domestic violence counselor in the state of California, so I would know. They're so predictable. Not only could I tell that he was doing my friend wrong; I actually had to experience his unnecessarily violent tendencies firsthand. That is how fucked up this fucker is. Junior year, he yanked my hair in the dhall so hard I snapped at him to stop and he laughed. At Heaven & Hell '06 he pinched my skin and twisted it so hard I yelled "What the fuck is your problem?" and he laughed. At a Halloween '07 pregame which I invited the fucker to, he took my riding crop and hit me on my backside so hard I told him to go fuck himself and he tried to apologize but I wouldn't have it.
Violence against women is so last century.
Not only is he an utter bastard, he is a washed-up wanna-be internet entrepreneur peddling unoriginal products on bootleg websites of hack design quality quoting Ganesh Raj Kumaraguru. Apparently now he is working for an "aggressive online advertising" company whose website has a slightly better color scheme but actually says nothing and is ultimately still bootleg.
Aggressive?
You can keep your aggression and worthless ideas to yourself, fucker.
Yours truly,
the randomly completely unique true scholar z-list type
Retaliating through Facebook has a magnitude only our generation fully understands.
I'm happy because I always knew that this vainglorious walking penis was an abusive douche. I'm a certified domestic violence counselor in the state of California, so I would know. They're so predictable. Not only could I tell that he was doing my friend wrong; I actually had to experience his unnecessarily violent tendencies firsthand. That is how fucked up this fucker is. Junior year, he yanked my hair in the dhall so hard I snapped at him to stop and he laughed. At Heaven & Hell '06 he pinched my skin and twisted it so hard I yelled "What the fuck is your problem?" and he laughed. At a Halloween '07 pregame which I invited the fucker to, he took my riding crop and hit me on my backside so hard I told him to go fuck himself and he tried to apologize but I wouldn't have it.
Violence against women is so last century.
Not only is he an utter bastard, he is a washed-up wanna-be internet entrepreneur peddling unoriginal products on bootleg websites of hack design quality quoting Ganesh Raj Kumaraguru. Apparently now he is working for an "aggressive online advertising" company whose website has a slightly better color scheme but actually says nothing and is ultimately still bootleg.
Aggressive?
You can keep your aggression and worthless ideas to yourself, fucker.
Yours truly,
the randomly completely unique true scholar z-list type
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