John, a lovely, gracious, and talented individual who I am sure has no issues whatsoever with self-confidence and is not at all afraid of women, decided to drop by a send a few comments my way. None of them made it out of the moderation queue, but I thought this one was particularly tasty. Regarding this post, John says:
Yeah, so what? What is the problem with that? Next life, stay home and bake those cookies. Just shut up and don’t be fat.
As trolls go, John is, at least, concise. And everything is spelled correctly! Go John!
I wonder if John is a real, actual 9 year old boy raised by wolves under a rock, or if he has simply chosen to behave that way as an adult.
Wow. Another troll, but not a concern one, at any rate. After all, a concern troll would worry that we might eat one of those cookies we’re all supposed to be baking and get TEH FATZ AND KIIILLLLL HIMMMMM! Okay, the ‘and kill him’ was silent, but we get the drift, John.
Me? I bake cookies and then I EAT SOME OF THEM MWAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!!! Also, I go out wherever and whenever I please, and my husband thinks I’m hot whether I weight in at 120 or 250…and would find me attractive at both lower and higher numbers. Why? Because he actually loves the person I am, as opposed to my value as a dick extender.
Sorry, John, but you lose.
Oh, and thanks soooooo much for playing.
ps: BTW, John, I get to say whatever I like, too, so nyaaah.
What a useful life john must lead, wandering the Internet and distributing his (rather skewed version) of helpful comments…
I think wolves have more social skills!
At the risk of sounding naive; why doesn’t he shut up?