How exactly would you find a luxury apartment in Boston, two masters degrees from Harvard University, and a net worth stemming from owning a five star hotel, two restaurants and an apartment complex boring?
I'm fairly sure that absolutely NO ONE on IIN believes in the bullshit that you make up about a boat and wife and whatever else your character does.
If you have such a HUGE problem with me, why don't you just IGNORE MY FUCKING COMMENTS, you imbecile? You gave me that exact same advice when I replied to one of your posts many months ago, so why can't you take your own advice and extend the same courtesy to me? Could it be that you're just a huge hypocrite?
This is the last time I respond to one of your comments, so if you are so desperate to insult me, then create a post pretending to be me and say that you're gay or something. If you respond to this comment, I will be assured of your obsession with me, and your childish instincts to continue throwing a tantrum about something so trivial that you're wrong about anyway.
Here I think this is what gypsy wanted to say but didn't because i shut his dumb fuckin mouth #1 troll BITCH
"Wow, and people think I am a huge liar? You certainly have got me beat, stevie boy. Oh yes you do. You own a 5 star hotel? Wowie zowie you must really be something, huh? And an apartment? In Boston? Gee, big fucking deal. Yeah, like anyone's gonna believe that crap. At least my story could be true...."
Wow, and people think I am a huge liar? You certainly have got me beat, stevie boy. Oh yes you do. You own a 5 star hotel? Wowie zowie you must really be something, huh? And an apartment? In Boston? Gee, big fucking deal.
Yeah, like anyone's gonna believe that crap. At least my story could be true. Yours, not in twenty lifetimes of abstinence, or should I say impotence?
Laughing my fucking ass off, boyo. Laughing my fucking ass off.
IIN I hate stupid people?
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How exactly would you find a luxury apartment in Boston, two masters degrees from Harvard University, and a net worth stemming from owning a five star hotel, two restaurants and an apartment complex boring?
I'm fairly sure that absolutely NO ONE on IIN believes in the bullshit that you make up about a boat and wife and whatever else your character does.
If you have such a HUGE problem with me, why don't you just IGNORE MY FUCKING COMMENTS, you imbecile? You gave me that exact same advice when I replied to one of your posts many months ago, so why can't you take your own advice and extend the same courtesy to me? Could it be that you're just a huge hypocrite?
This is the last time I respond to one of your comments, so if you are so desperate to insult me, then create a post pretending to be me and say that you're gay or something. If you respond to this comment, I will be assured of your obsession with me, and your childish instincts to continue throwing a tantrum about something so trivial that you're wrong about anyway.
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Here I think this is what gypsy wanted to say but didn't because i shut his dumb fuckin mouth #1 troll BITCH
"Wow, and people think I am a huge liar? You certainly have got me beat, stevie boy. Oh yes you do. You own a 5 star hotel? Wowie zowie you must really be something, huh? And an apartment? In Boston? Gee, big fucking deal. Yeah, like anyone's gonna believe that crap. At least my story could be true...."
You are a fat asshole with no friends.
You pretend to be smart on the internet all day because you are a fat asshole with no friends.
Jesus loves you. Jesus loves his little children.
Wow, and people think I am a huge liar? You certainly have got me beat, stevie boy. Oh yes you do. You own a 5 star hotel? Wowie zowie you must really be something, huh? And an apartment? In Boston? Gee, big fucking deal.
Yeah, like anyone's gonna believe that crap. At least my story could be true. Yours, not in twenty lifetimes of abstinence, or should I say impotence?
Laughing my fucking ass off, boyo. Laughing my fucking ass off.