T1000′s superb eye of recognizing what is actually true in this fake-filled world makes my heart going. T1000… You might not know this but I read all your comments. They speak to me. I feel blessed to have the privilege of reading them. Your intelligence knocks everyone back. No one talks back to you, common people simply feel inferior. Your poetic heart bursts out in every comment; yelling out “Fake!, FAKE!”. But we, your loyal readers, understand your real pain. You take shelter, hide, and cover behind truly fake things by declaring them fake, but we know the true you. We all chant together; “Come out, T1000! Come out of the closet!”.
I expect more from you, T1000. How can you insult your readers like this? You, if anyone, should realize what the closet means. I know this because you did not say the closet was fake, you know it exists, you know it’s true.
I suggest you go off, take some time, and answer your own question.
T1000, you’re a disgrace to all trolls. You’re absolutely awful at it. I’ll take your lame surrender as a win. Hopefully, by the next post, you have expanded some of your vocabulary and arguments. Even trolls need updates on their “catch-phrases”.
Bill has a plenty of credulous friends – for now. Someday they’ll work out that every tale he told, every self agrandissement, was a shallow lie. And what good will all his ‘likes’ serve him then? I foresee an unhappy marriage, jobs lost through drink, and a gambling habit that loses him his house, family and self-respect. Alone and penniless, he dies of pneumonia in a cardboard box under the overpass. Not so funny now, is it Bill?
Or he makes a fortune in car sales.