Your post is a tedious, homogenised, chameleon-esque scribble which amounts to nothing more than the demented cacophonous racket of a drugged lunatic banging loudly on kitchen pots and pans. Dullard, do yourself and everyone else a favor: disconnect your computer from the Internet.
I don't know what makes you such a worthless poster, but it really works! You couldn't get a clue during clue mating season in a field of clues if you smeared your body in musk and did the clue mating dance. A long period of non-posting would be most welcome on your part. To quote Martin Luther King, Jr.: "Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."
You have that certain nothing. Truly, you are about as interesting as watching a slug move slowly across a large rock. Genius does what it must, talent does what it can, and you had best do what you're told, you dyslexic lobotomy patient. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if you didn't have an intellect rivaled only by the Village Idiot's stupider brother; if your weren't so fat that when you walk down the street, everyone yells "Earthquake!", or if you didn't have a face that is registered as a biological weapon. No, come to think of it, you would.
Please try to have some small idea of what in the hell you're talking about before you try to post again.
wow way to spend a good 2 hours and 20 minutes on a sorry ass essay , thesaurus much?
if you handed that in to your high school english teacher, she would fucking slap you sidewise
half of the shit that you typed didn't even make sense
you aren't intelligent, witty, or even satirical
ur going to fail at life, i would start lifting weights right now because you're going to need the muscles to be carrying heavy ass plywood around when you are working construction
i can see you now, hanging out with the amigos at the gas station eating ur $2.00 lunch consisting of slim jims and a 32oz cup of diabetes
you go home to ur 280lb gf named "darlene", and u fuck all night till she accidently shits on u cuz she can't control her ass muscles
u wake up with a hard poop nugget wedged between the sheets cause you forgot to clean ur gf up
u go back to work, and see that ur boss promoted juan as project supervisor and he bosses u all day in spanish
u decide to end urself by jumping off the rooftop but u forget that 2 stories can't kill you
so u end up in the hospital, and go dead broke cause of medical bills
ur gf comes by to visit u, but she has a heart attack in the elevator and dies
u have iv's and shit in ur veins, and u can't go to her funeral
u spend the rest of ur life reading reader's digest and fappin to whatever channel the hospital tv is on