WHEN I SAY SHIT....SLOPPY JOE SQUATS
Your friend split used to cheer for the herd to be thinned during covid, truly laughed at any person dying, and celebrated ridding the world of anyone older or out of shape who didn't take care of themselves. You check all those boxes. I just don't like you.
I was simply giving you some sound advice to remain compliant on your meds. Lifelong addicts are generally the worst when it comes to adhering to wellness. You trying to guilt trip me while lobbing accusations of being a child molester at anyone who finds you objectionable is amusing. Is every critique of Biden's mental state a critique against all seniors? or just him?
You are just an ass, that's widely accepted anywhere you've been a member. Arguments, mockery, and banishments from forums follow you. Some people simply don't have social skills.
You have been obsessed with sloppy for months and have him in your sig. He consistently bludgeons you in every thread. A self-aware person would realize this and avoid a fight with a superior writer and intellect, but that's a self-aware person. Your obsession with following men runs the gamut from young men all the way to stalking their final resting places. Families don't spend thousands of dollars to have some vagrant who spent the bulk of his life as a hobo desecrate their final resting place and leave scooter marks circling their loved one's gravesite.
It's fun to wind you up Mickey. You will keep answering, deflecting, and projecting like a dancing monkey. Always trying to have the last word. Still lobbing old man 70s insults from your limited repertoire in your last moments of life speaks to what a wasted life you've led. This is how you spend your last few moments on Earth.
Read those words slowly.
Retiring from this thread now until I decide to make you dance again, it's too easy and makes me feel a little bad.
BTW everyone here understands how casinos work and knows that your imagined life is an absolute farce but carry on with your consecutive winning streak and literal piles of gold. That shit may work to the people in your past that knew nothing about gambling, choosing to masquerade here is transparent and revealing. You know it, and so do we.
Saw a film this week, Two-Lane Blacktop that actually made me empathize with people on your 'chosen' life as a nomadic vagrant. Have spent a week here and there over the years totally alone in order to climb super remote stuff and the loneliness is heavy.
Would advise just moving in with splitthis, or patch things with up with that roommate.