>>11
The beatings from his father still haunt him to this day. Essentially, Poopdicknuts-san is not mad at the veteran posters of world4ch themselves, but rather, his father. In order to mask the pain, he subconsciously, and collectively, thinks we're his father. It's a massive level of denial that cannot be immediately fixed, I'm afraid. A three year sabbatical at his local mental health institution is requisite for proper treatment.
>>13
As you can see, Poopdicknuts-san still vehemently denies the FACTS, facts that don't align with his perception. Gentlemen, this may possibly be an incurable aliment that Poopdicknuts-san suffers from. The poor bastard will possibly suffer from such self-induced and self-perpetuated delusion for the rest of his life.
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Anonymous2011-08-30 3:14
>>14
fuck off and fucking die in a fire, niggerfagstorm, i never heard your voice yet you sound FUCKING GAY with your soprano i-just-got-kicked-in-the-nuts voice. i bet you're fagcream too, only he reaches such high levels of FAGGOTRY
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Anonymous2011-08-30 3:20
>>15
As time draws on, Poopdicknuts-san becomes further enraged, and further disassociated from his surroundings. If he continues further on this degenerative path, more drastic steps will have to be taken. Taking his height/weight ratio into account, I'd say about 75ccSodium amytal ought to do the trick.
It appears that Poopdicknuts-san is having what is commonly known as a "meltdown", in the emotional sense, not in the nuclear sense. Is falls upon our shoulders to pay attention to Poopdicknuts-san in his time of distress. However, I do not think he will be "okay", since in the strictest sense, was he ever okay?
>>31
Wrong; I don't judge people. I criticize their actions when I feel it's appropriate, but I don't judge them. Once you will understand why judging other people is fucktarded (finding out why is left as an exercise to the reader), maybe we'll resume this conversation.
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Anonymous2011-08-31 11:32
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