There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture.
Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes.
Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
Meowth joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 1 minute later, 7 minutes after the original post[^][v]#510,900
Where's the poll?
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 46 minutes later, 54 minutes after the original post[^][v]#510,903
> > McWalter > > There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn't he just the funniest guy around?!?! Oh my fucking God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room ever since your only motherfucking lightbulb finally went out, giggling like a like girl as you once again open up your shitty, slow proxy, type your little McWalter thread up and fill in the captcha. Or maybe you don't even fill in the captcha. Maybe you're such a disgusting NEET leech that you actually paid a Minichan user for its account, so you just choose the picture. > > Oh, and we all know the picture. The "epic" photoshop of a years-old photo from my adolescence, isn't it? I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your supper, cooked with cooking oil harvested from the fucking sewers of Yunnan, on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, wait, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You can't even go back to your mother, not with all those tax liens and arrest warrants out to get you. You are a fat fucking little fuckup, she's probably so sick of you anyway. So sick of having had to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on Minichan posting about peepee and fucking poopoo and McWalter jokes. > > Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a fat, lazy, worthless NEET. A pathetic shitposting NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is "THEE THY OR I MCWALTER GIRLPOOTS." You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 8 hours later, 9 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,937
@510,903 (D)
It is actually a high quality post, thanks.
Killer Lettuce !!iNo3FkiZx joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 22 minutes later, 10 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,941
The McWalter joke is, in fact, still hilarious. Thanks.
vocalon !74TdoRkjCc joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 2 minutes later, 10 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,942
Anonymous O joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 23 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,987
To Walter:
For what it's worth, I want you to know that after I read your post to Miller I gained the utmost respect for you. I've followed your posts, and while I don't always agree with you, I admire that you have always been your own man in a sea of boys who think emulating fatfuck shtick is "cool" or "edgy".
Don't ever become one of them.
HaikerensGuide !dBGi/iH4eY replied with this 12 years ago, 48 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,997
@previous (O)
I was among the first to emulate his shtick, back when that was a bannable offense everywhere. Now it's just... why bother? lol
Anonymous P joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 8 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#510,999
@previous (HaikerensGuide !dBGi/iH4eY)
You are a Nazi sympathizer. Thanks.
Anonymous Q joined in and replied with this 12 years ago, 2 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#511,001
@previous (P)
what does that have to do with anything anyone is talking about
Anonymous P replied with this 12 years ago, 3 minutes later, 18 hours after the original post[^][v]#511,004
@previous (Q)
The point is that he has his own schtick.