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Bitch, bitch, bitch. That's all people do here anymore. From the veterans to the N00bs (sp?), from the thoughtful to the ignorant, from the mountains to the prairies, it's complain about my love life, complain about my job, complain about the subforums, complain about a poster, complain about the quarterback, complain about Mr. Baby Lee.
It's sickening. Grow up, you little babies!!! The world wasn't made just for you! It was made for everybody and everybody is different!!! Pack up your p*ssy-ass feelings and take them to a local psychiatrist's office, knock on the door, and beg for help!! With any luck, he will be insane and shoot you in the head!!
FAX THE KINDA GROUCHY
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