There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He made gimmick accounts once again! Isn’t he just the funniest guy around?! Oh my God.

I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a little schoolgirl as you once again make a new gimmick account and fill in the captcha. I imagine you little sh1t laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos and spill your Mountain Dew all over the floor, but it’s ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that’s right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fvcking fvckup she’s probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on pp making fvcking gimmick accounts. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A fvcking pathetic gimmick account NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just kill herself. She can’t even try to talk with you because all you say is “OMG OMG OMG GUYS I MADE ANOTHER GIMMICK!!!!1!!!” You’ve become a parody of your own self. And that’s all you are. A sad little fa99ot laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old fvcking sh1t that he’s done a million times now. And that’s all you’ll ever be.

Woah bro...

Woah bro...

No kidding.