(sarcasm) (I mean, seriously. Why does the room-temperature-iq crowd imagine tha

(sarcasm)

(I mean, seriously. Why does the room-temperature-iq crowd imagine that they can insult me, rather than just constantly illustrate that their man-ginas hurt because of their low status? I mean, its like you’re all running around thinking your mooning me, when you’re just handing me a bar of soap and asking for an ass fucking with an intellectual baseball bat. I’m gonna own you no matter what. You’re my bitches. So the best opportunity you have for not illustrating that you’re my bitch to the world, is to just be a good little bitch and be quiet. )

(I love trash talking just as much as philosophy and science. lol )