You pathetic waste of humanity, why are you even alive?!?!?
No, wait, you aren't even worth the effort it would take to kill yourself. Just sit there, thinking very deeply about what a useless, stupid, vile, unattractive shitheel you are, how you are totally underserving of love, friendship or even ordinary human contact.
You are a betrayal of existence itself. Every proton, every subatomic flux of energy, you refute all this with your worthlessness, you scumbag, you ass, you subhuman fucksnot.
Keep thinking about what a disusting, ignorant wretch you are, how you embody all that is foul, painful, degenerate and repulsive. You sucknut, you sick fucking pig.
Think on this until the realization of your own unworthiness sucks your very being into itself, until you, and even the memory of you, every trace that you ever befouled the earth with your presence, is drawn into a void, and you are obliterated once and for ever.
Stop lying. You're only making yourself look more stupid. I feel sorry for all the innocent high school students you're going to murder this fall, you sick freak. Just do us all a favor and shoot yourself when you're down to one bullet, okay?
Yeah. Really. Why can't everyone else be as smart as us on slashdot. We even know how to come up with clever ways to spell "slashdot" and pat ourselves on the back for being such observant social commentators.
Popular Science is running an excellent article on just how private our daily lives are.
Popular Science is a magazine for degenerates and perverts. Freak.
The article chronicles a typical day of a make-believe Graphics Designer from Chicago. Throughout his day, he unwittingly supplies companies with information that can potentially be used against him.
Hah! Used against him?! As if anyone would care about some asslick "Graphic Designer" (read jagoff software doodler).
And with GPS-enabled cell phones just starting to hit the market, our privacy can only continue to deteriorate from here
Well, those of us who arent filthy drug-using child molesters like you aren't losing too much sleep. Try NOT BUYING a GPS-enabled cell, genius.
Frank Black is an egomaniacal pederast. Kim deal and her sister are ugly cunts who can't write songs to save their lives. Go OD on heroin you artsy twit.
Moby explains the recent slide in sales for his newest album, "18", by describing what he calls the 'Pearl Jam Effect'
I am describing the recent slid in sales of Moby's new album by describing the fact that he is an untalented overhyped jackss. And he's ugly too.
the 'Pearl Jam Effect': bands and artists with more tech-savvy fans sell fewer albums than those with less tech-savvy fans, as the techies will disproportionately get their copies of the album from friends with CD burners or P2P services rather than from record stores.
No no no, the Pearl Jam effect is when people finally realize how bad some shitty band really is and stops buying their boring records.
What do you think, are we putting our favorite bands in a bind?"
I think it would be nice if you, Moby, and Pearl Jam were all killed in a tragic airplane crash. Thanks for asking.
The only way you could help me become happy would be for you and all your friends, scientologist or otherwise, to immolate yourselves as soon as possible. And take your filthy Jesus with you.
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No, wait, you aren't even worth the effort it would take to kill yourself. Just sit there, thinking very deeply about what a useless, stupid, vile, unattractive shitheel you are, how you are totally underserving of love, friendship or even ordinary human contact.
You are a betrayal of existence itself. Every proton, every subatomic flux of energy, you refute all this with your worthlessness, you scumbag, you ass, you subhuman fucksnot.
Keep thinking about what a disusting, ignorant wretch you are, how you embody all that is foul, painful, degenerate and repulsive. You sucknut, you sick fucking pig.
Think on this until the realization of your own unworthiness sucks your very being into itself, until you, and even the memory of you, every trace that you ever befouled the earth with your presence, is drawn into a void, and you are obliterated once and for ever.
I have a better idea. Break into a pharmacy one night and steal about fifty percocets. Then take every one of them, preferably with achohol.
Knock it off, the faster they die, the better!
Try putting your head in the oven instead. Don't forget to blow out the pilot light first.
You would fit better in a barrel of concrete that gets dropped into the ocean.
CNN is a stupid network for brainless losers
has this story about a hiker stranded in South America's Andes mountains when a blizzard begins
Good! I hope he dies! Hikers are all assholes anyway.
He reaches into his backpack for his cell phone -- only to find his prepaid minutes are up
Ahahahaha! It's curtains for you now, you lug-soled shithead!
Out of nowhere, a phone company solicitor is calling on his cell phone, asking if he would like to buy more time. Is this convenient or what?"
WHAT? NO! I hate salespeople, I hate hikers, I hate commercials, and I hate you, you is-this-convenient asswipe! I hope you all die in an avalanche.
Now you're finally catching on.
Stop lying. You're only making yourself look more stupid. I feel sorry for all the innocent high school students you're going to murder this fall, you sick freak. Just do us all a favor and shoot yourself when you're down to one bullet, okay?
Fuckin lying zit-faced schoolboy. It's twisted sickos like you that make this world such a hellish shithole.
I hate you all!
Cretin.
Try not to drool all over your keyboard, cretin.
Dork.
What a coincidence. It's the intelligence you don't have that gets to everyone else. You drooling cretin.
Your privacy is gone in public? Aww. Now you'll have to shit in restrooms instead of in the alleys behind buildings like you usually do. Too bad.
Moron.
Do you know how to drown yourself in a toilet? Why don't you give it a shot?
Popular Science is a magazine for degenerates and perverts. Freak.
The article chronicles a typical day of a make-believe Graphics Designer from Chicago. Throughout his day, he unwittingly supplies companies with information that can potentially be used against him.
Hah! Used against him?! As if anyone would care about some asslick "Graphic Designer" (read jagoff software doodler).
And with GPS-enabled cell phones just starting to hit the market, our privacy can only continue to deteriorate from here
Well, those of us who arent filthy drug-using child molesters like you aren't losing too much sleep. Try NOT BUYING a GPS-enabled cell, genius.
A must read.
Fuck you.
Frank Black is an egomaniacal pederast. Kim deal and her sister are ugly cunts who can't write songs to save their lives. Go OD on heroin you artsy twit.
Woe is your parents for spending the best years of their lives raising a callow fuckhead like you.
I am describing the recent slid in sales of Moby's new album by describing the fact that he is an untalented overhyped jackss. And he's ugly too.
the 'Pearl Jam Effect': bands and artists with more tech-savvy fans sell fewer albums than those with less tech-savvy fans, as the techies will disproportionately get their copies of the album from friends with CD burners or P2P services rather than from record stores.
No no no, the Pearl Jam effect is when people finally realize how bad some shitty band really is and stops buying their boring records.
What do you think, are we putting our favorite bands in a bind?"
I think it would be nice if you, Moby, and Pearl Jam were all killed in a tragic airplane crash. Thanks for asking.
I hope carpal tunnel syndrome doesn't impair your ability to put a gun to your head and pull the trigger.
Someone should punch you in the face a hundred times.
The only way you could help me become happy would be for you and all your friends, scientologist or otherwise, to immolate yourselves as soon as possible. And take your filthy Jesus with you.
You are a disgusting subhuman creep. You should be sterilized and walled up alive.