Met some people today who made it a point to compete with me.
Areas of competition:
1. Who is making more money.
2. Who has suffered more.
3. Who is right.
I told them off, and may have lost a friend or two. Oh well. FUCK OFF AND DIE.
So from now on, any motherfucker who wants to talk to me, I am laying some simple rules.
1. I AM NOT FUCKING LANCE ARMSTRONG.
Take this statement as you will. I am not the hyper-competitive Lance Armstrong and do not wish to race you to the finish. And I am not having sex with Lance Armstrong, so if you have the hots for a survivor of testicular cancer, go the fuck right ahead.
2. I DO NOT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU.
Yes. Surprising as it may sounds, I do not really give a fuck about the mundane minutia/minutiae/whateverthefuck that has a chokehold over your life.
I reserve my attention to people I care about, and girls I want to fuck.
And unlike you, people actually care about the little things in MY life. Maybe because their lives are so uninteresting and boring, they live their fantasies through mine. Because I am the coolest motherfucker who ever fucked your mother.
3. I AM MY WORST ENEMY. NOT YOU.
Don't pretend as if you're my nemesis. I am my own nemesis.
I alone destroyed my life and my reputation many, many years ago. Hell, I killed myself when I was 17. At least, I tried. Yet, I failed, and am still doing shit. Muahahahaha. What a loser.
There is no pain, no suffering, no humiliation that anyone can inflict on me that is worse than what I have done or going to do to myself.
4. UNLESS IT'S A COMPARISON ON WHO IS BANGING THE HOTTER HO, COMPLETE WITH PICTURES AND/OR VIDEOS, WHICH CAN BE VIEWED ON A PORTABLE DEVICE, I AM NOT INTERESTED.
Yes. I have no interest in competing with anyone. I would much rather jack off to porn than try to prove I am better than a shit-chucking ape like any of you.
So yeah.
FUCK OFF AND DIE.
