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"Fuck you" x 100, my fingers are too tired to type it out individually, I have been diddling porn chicks all weekend.



I can see why they'd be tired: I've heard of pity fucks but never pity fingering.

Look you stupid fucking gimp, nobody gives a flying fuck about your disability. Nobody else here feels the need to share shattering life experiences or to detail how much they pay those who still have the use of all two legs (or four, judging by your latest pity conquests) to blow a load... um... up into them. Your whining that people are picking on you is truly worthy of some lump of shit like Ryan Knox: nobody would have the slightest fucking clue that you see the world from three feet high if you didn't keep talking about it in your endless desire to get porn whores to take pity on you like a wounded animal.

Go look at yourself and AC Cream and see what the difference is. The only one I can see is that the gubmint doesn't yet give social security benefits to terminally obese fashionplates. Otherwise, you're separated at birth: two walking (whoops!) caricatures with so much love to give!

I'm holding back for one reason: you used to be a funny guy. That's what the Cage is supposed to be about, other than libel, drugs and hate literature. I don't care if you've got a Precious Moments video scrapbook mounted in your Stephen Hawking monitor. Just don't bring it in here.
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