Scotty
kiwifarms.net
Hi, Phil. Long time viewer, first time commenter! Not really.
Actually, I almost forgot you existed (AGAIN) until ItAGundam mentioned you in one of his videos. You didn't exist in my little world until the king of thots made fun of you and I went "Why does that name sound SO familiar?" You see, my buddy back in college was a HUGE fan of yours. He'd send me videos of you raging and being an overall asshole - Friend Request Ridicule - even doing basic game mechanics was cringe. I digress. However, life went on. This is my personal message to the King of Gout himself, Dave Bennett!
Dave, I'm FAR from jealous of you: I wish I could've been half a million dollars in debt, I wish I could've flown some bitch I've never met across the country after Panda got the sense to leave the pigpen and dump your ass, I wish I could've thrown the only friends I've had in the world under the bus for that sweet sweet dollar. To relive the glory years of hanging out with John and Howard, bitching about living in CT and complaining about how "everything sucks" there, while bitching to your parents on why they wanted to live in such a shit-hole. I still wonder what would've happen if you got that Wolverine toy, but you had to wait to get the second edition. Feels bad, man. Too bad they were fucking stupid.
That said, it must suck to wake up from your gin nightmares and go: "I'm all alone." Kat sleeps in the other room "because of your snoring." Sure, Phil. It's your snoring. Not because you only shower once a week, before your day off to go run errands with your wife on Tuesday. Which, BTW, it a weird tradition, but if my lore is correct, you pick Tuesdays as your day off is because that's when your mom used to go do her grocery shopping. Hey! Whatever gets your gouty ass out of bed, I guess.
That said, I leave you with this, Phil. Know that you're all alone: no friends, a woman who's basically using you for a room and board, and while she's making friends, going out, and doing everything she can to get back onto her feet - let's be fair, Seattle Metro is pretty fucking expensive, but we know that Kat wanted out of Michigan and away from Subaru man. You've must've sold her a dream of solid gold. Was it the same dream you sold Leanna?
To recap: you're a piece of shit and I hope that the pigroach luck finally comes to an end soon. I mean, it has to. I hope Midfirst gets their money, you have to sell the WAKHANDO, you have to move back to CT and back with your parents, Kat leaves with Tyrone - or she convinces Travis to dump his long time girlfriend for her - and you're back at square one: a state you hate, with a overbearing father and mother, shitty internet, and that fresh Seattle air that cured your bad back a thing of the distant past.
Actually, I almost forgot you existed (AGAIN) until ItAGundam mentioned you in one of his videos. You didn't exist in my little world until the king of thots made fun of you and I went "Why does that name sound SO familiar?" You see, my buddy back in college was a HUGE fan of yours. He'd send me videos of you raging and being an overall asshole - Friend Request Ridicule - even doing basic game mechanics was cringe. I digress. However, life went on. This is my personal message to the King of Gout himself, Dave Bennett!
Dave, I'm FAR from jealous of you: I wish I could've been half a million dollars in debt, I wish I could've flown some bitch I've never met across the country after Panda got the sense to leave the pigpen and dump your ass, I wish I could've thrown the only friends I've had in the world under the bus for that sweet sweet dollar. To relive the glory years of hanging out with John and Howard, bitching about living in CT and complaining about how "everything sucks" there, while bitching to your parents on why they wanted to live in such a shit-hole. I still wonder what would've happen if you got that Wolverine toy, but you had to wait to get the second edition. Feels bad, man. Too bad they were fucking stupid.
That said, it must suck to wake up from your gin nightmares and go: "I'm all alone." Kat sleeps in the other room "because of your snoring." Sure, Phil. It's your snoring. Not because you only shower once a week, before your day off to go run errands with your wife on Tuesday. Which, BTW, it a weird tradition, but if my lore is correct, you pick Tuesdays as your day off is because that's when your mom used to go do her grocery shopping. Hey! Whatever gets your gouty ass out of bed, I guess.
That said, I leave you with this, Phil. Know that you're all alone: no friends, a woman who's basically using you for a room and board, and while she's making friends, going out, and doing everything she can to get back onto her feet - let's be fair, Seattle Metro is pretty fucking expensive, but we know that Kat wanted out of Michigan and away from Subaru man. You've must've sold her a dream of solid gold. Was it the same dream you sold Leanna?
To recap: you're a piece of shit and I hope that the pigroach luck finally comes to an end soon. I mean, it has to. I hope Midfirst gets their money, you have to sell the WAKHANDO, you have to move back to CT and back with your parents, Kat leaves with Tyrone - or she convinces Travis to dump his long time girlfriend for her - and you're back at square one: a state you hate, with a overbearing father and mother, shitty internet, and that fresh Seattle air that cured your bad back a thing of the distant past.