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The gay car he rides in does. They call it gayfi.

You’ve got me on ignore yet here you are writing essays about me like a fanboy stalker with a crush. Keep going, this meltdown’s better than anything on Pornhub.

Let’s be honest, the only thing you actually live in is this forum, clinging to the same worn out insults like basements and losers, posting on autopilot like it’s some kind of achievement. You’ve been recycling this same bitter routine for years, thinking it’s clever while your posts rack up downvotes like a 47 bill in congress. The only reason I even bother replying is because watching you flail around trying to land a hit has become pure entertainment. Carry on, I'm sure you'll nab a winner before your time is up.

You’re out here writing dating advice like a bloke who’s been single since dial up. Keep going, this is better than Netflix.

The highlight of your day is hoping I’ll reply, and here you are, waiting like a dog by the door. Glad I could give your life some purpose.

The only thing you’ve seen through is your own reflection, and even that’s foggy. Substance from you? Don’t make me laugh.

Yet here you are, still glued to my posts like it’s your nightly ritual. Say hi to the imaginary mrs for me.

You’ve written an entire essay about me while calling me boring, that’s dedication. Keep obsessing mate, I’m flattered.

You’re the only one here desperate for small talk while pretending to be above it. Keep going, your meltdown’s the best thing on this forum.

Four cities and still the highlight of your trip is arguing with me online about your stalking obsession. Says it all really.

Coming from the guy who can’t even hold a decent conversation without losing his mind. Keep shouting into the void, it suits you.

You’re clearly desperate to find someone to drag down with you, but all you’re doing is digging your own hole deeper. Keep flailing, it’s the only attention you’ll ever get.

The only truth here is that you’ve got nothing else going on but policing my life like a bored hall monitor. Sad case you are. I do pity you, even though it may not be obvious.

If you spent half as much time improving yourself as you do whining, you might actually get somewhere. But hey, keep dreaming, it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

And you've been banned at least 5 times on this website. But nothing to be ashamed about, at least you're consistent.

You keep coming back for more like a bad habit you can’t shake. Keep trying, it’s the closest thing you’ve got to a social life.

That’s a lot of projection in one post. Impressive effort. You’re the one glued to my posts, chasing me around posts I wasn’t even addressing to you, repeating the same sad routine like a bloke who’s been ignored at the pub one too many times. You keep calling it stalking, but the reality is you can’t stand being ignored, which is why you keep coming back hoping for another reply. It’s transparent, it’s pathetic, and everyone reading knows exactly what’s going on here. As for empty inside, you might want to take a long hard look in the mirror before throwing that one around. You’ve been on this forum for years, bitter, angry, lonely, still getting nothing but downvotes on every post you make, and somehow thinking that makes you a legend. Spoiler, it doesn’t.

Lol, maybe you shouldn't troll him so hard. I think there might be laws about abusing someone online (who presents as a woman half the time) and has the intellect of a first year grade schooler.

Gay, obsessed, stalker.

You’re like a stray dog chasing passing cars, doesn’t matter that I'm not even talking to you, so obsessed, you still come running to me every time. The desperation’s starting to stink. Get yourself a boyfriend already, Susan - you need some real life attention.

Nah Mark, top of my class, mate, financially sorted, monied up to the gills, innit. Own properties, gold, crypto, no messy divorces, no alimony, no western women rinsing me, no failures trailing behind me. I’m here by choice, living well, penthouse, maids, good wine, crates of weed, imported cheese, great company, and not a single worry or regret. But cheers for the concern, very thoughtful of you bro. Just sad that you aren't doing better yourself there, bob.

Still crying. Total meltdown.

That’s a lot of tears for someone who claims not to care. Watching you unravel over forum posts is the best entertainment I’ve had all week.

You’ve got a whole thread of people calling you out on your garbage topic that you could insult too, yet here you are, again glued to only my posts like a moth to a flame. Your stalking obsession with me is getting really embarrassing now. Seriously, it's cringy. Try manning up and addressing the others for once instead of hanging off my every word like you can't live without me. It's getting really creepy, Susan.

Still acting like a fool Such a clown