Thursday, February 19, 2009
Kthor BAAAWs For My Blog
Sho'nuff, once the coast was clear and Kthor knew I couldn't make any direct replies to anything he posted he jumped right in just as fast as he could to try and pop off some easy shots, no doubt rubbing at his crotch space the whole time and fantasizing about how he had won teh Internets! Kthor is a pussy though, I mean let's be honest here, it's not like anyone could ever expect that pussy to try and go one on one with anyone on the verbal battle field (or the physical one either). Nah, pussies like Kthor try and hide as much as they can, only running at the mouth when they know their opponent can't directly verbally slap them around like the sloppy bitch that they know they are. Their "attacks", if you can even call them that, amount to little more than flailing their arms about in faggish fashion whilst making little girly noises and whining a lot.
In Kthor's obvious attempt at verbal retribution he starts off with, get this, whining like an indignant, spoiled little bitch that NOBODY LIKES ME! ROTFLMAO... `, D
Oh shit, did you hear that? NOBODY ON THE INTERNET LIKES ME! Holy shit, what the fuck am I gonna do now?! I mean fer fuck sakes, the Internet is like...EVERYTHING...it's like the most important thing in the whole world! Man...I'm just completely screwed now...I mean if people on the Internet don't like me...shit...I might just as well go all emo and start cutting myself!
LOL, okay maybe that was kinda mean, I mean it's not Kthor's fault that he's so hideously disgusting and such an incredibly monumental social failure. Really, retarding onto the Internet looking for what he couldn't get in the REAL WORLD isn't entirely his fault. Sure, he could have practiced better personal hygiene. Sure, he could have tried to not dress like a weenie looking for a bit part in the next Nerds movie. Sure, he could have gotten a haircut that didn't make his head look like it got in a fight with a rabid lawnmower. Sure, he could have talked his mommy and daddy into taking him to the dermatologist. Sure, he could have tried to *NOT* be such an incredible fuckin spaz...but, really, can you honestly blame him entirely for it?
I mean where the fuck was his dad? Why didn't he have sense enough to try and slap the faggot out of his spawn before it was too late? They could have at least made the little weenie play some sports as a kid. They could have had sense enough to teach the retard how to use deodorant and brush his fuckin teeth. They could have taken away his dollies and his My Little Ponies and gotten him some boy toys like He-Man and Transformers and GI-Joe. They could have gotten him some self-help books for kids, like "How Not To Be A Spaz" and "Overcoming Social Retardation".
And what the fuck about God? I mean did his holiness *REALLY* have to make the kid so damn fuckin ugly? I mean good Christ it looks like someone replaced the ugly stick with a ball peen hammer and then went all Parkinson's on his fuckin face. *shudder*
Of course, really, his parents probably shouldn't have even been breeding in the first place, but then that's what you get with ~lowered expectations~. And of course Kthor is carrying on the family tradition, shacking up with the first lopsided tampon pouch he could find to stick his lil dick into and then not waiting more than three months to pop out a fucked up little selfish brat to replace his ugly ass with. And for those who haven't seen a picture of his kid...yeah...consider yourself lucky. There's a reason Kthor hardly ever posts any personal pictures online. He doesn't want anyone to see just how fuckin ugly and pathetic his whole life really is.
I think my favorite part of his lil wanton verbal comeback was when he tried to call my house a "swamp"...*snicker*...yeah, like there's any swamp land at all up here in the New Nappa Valley, aka Wally World. Apparently this is what Kthor thinks is a swamp:
It's okay though, as pathetic as he is it's understandable that he has to reach like that. Plus it's not like Kthor owns his own house or anything. The poor fool fucked up and shit out a carbon copy fuckup of himself before he had time to get his financial feet on the ground and now he's gonna be renting apartments for the rest of his life. Oh I'm sure he deludes himself with little wet dreams about "making it big"...if he can just manage to get anyone to read his craptacular "book". LOL
Seriously, I've some seen some excerpts from his book and the poor fool has about as much skill with writing as he does with figuring out how to operate a condom (ie none). He's got a better chance of winning a beauty contest than a book writing contest. Hell if he were the last writer on the planet he *STILL* wouldn't be able to make the best sellers list. Pretty much unless he plans on giving out free blow jobs with every book purchase he'll be lucky to make enough money to cover one months rent and maybe a few trips to Taco Bell...oh, wait, I suppose to cover the costs of self-publishing he'll actually probably wind up spending more money than he's even able to make. Tsch, tsch, tsch...looks like Taco Bell is bust, Kthor. Oh well, there's always Top Ramen, amirite? *nods*
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2 comments:
You are so bad at this.
I love the Power Glove...it's just so bad.
LOL
Is that really all the better you can come up with Kiddy Thor? I mean, come on, you don't want to disappoint my audience, now do you? Or maybe you're just feeling all butthurt that I'm using you as a convenient way of making an easy buck. *snicker* Boy if this upsets you yer *REALLY* not gonna like it when *MY* book gets published. Speaking of which...unlike you...I don't need to self publish. ^__^
Of course unlike you I have actual skill and ability as far as writing, verbal conflagration, invective word art, rapier wit and the like. You...well...you have some badly drawn comics with noses that look like penises... *shrugs* ...other than though you ain't got shit, son. Oh, oh, what up, G...you can handle it. LOL Why don't you just run along and go see about having that lopsided strumpet of a wife of yours shit out another selfish, fucked up brat to replace yourself with. Who knows, maybe they'll turn out to actually have some talent! Or, you know, wind up costing the state thousands of dollars in Special Education classes.
The thing I love the most about PoEtards is that they're always *WHINING* about how I'm supposed to be some kind of uber level narcissist who doesn't like anything but my own work or never gives anyone any props for their creativity and ability simply because I've never given *THEM* any credit...because of course their work is *SO* incredible that everyone should just bow the fuck down in awe and admiration.
LOL, really, it's not so much that *I'M* a narcissist, so much as the PoEtards are. In reality I actually recognize and give props to quite a lot of people for their artistic talents and abilities...but then these are people who actually *HAVE* talent and ability, not simply fuckups who think they blindly DESERVE to have credit and props for producing the artistic equivalent of a pile of rancid fuckin shit...oh hey, that'd be *you* Kiddy Thor! ^__^
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