Oh yeah, and a smug rich kid that has no clue about the value of a dollar. I almost forgot about that.
Wow, you really treat this place like real life don't you? "Friendships" on here make you feel good? I really don't give less of a shit on what you think of me or your analysis of me, but I will correct you on a couple of things.
The lashing out against you was not random; you throw small jabs here and there thinking they go unnoticed. I walk into one, maybe two of your threads and straight up flipped out and that was it. You still have a sore ass from it, about two weeks later. Get over it.
Next. I don't know the value of a dollar? What makes you say that? I drive a nicer car than you? Where I live? What I do? What my dad does? I've answered those questions so many times to so many people, I'm not gonna bother to answer it. I've met many sour-pusses before I had my BMW, and met even more afterwards. People still stop and stare, now that I'm home driving it around. I don't shit and rub their faces in it; to come to it and rub their own faces in it. It makes them feel better, more justified, for having less than me. But don't forget, that they took it upon themselves to feel bad, and it wasn't me. I think you fall into the same category as the guy in the old Mustang in the 7-Eleven parking lot last night that couldn't stop giving me a bad look as I walked into my car with a nacho Slim Jim, a Po' Boy sandwich, and a Mountain Dew.
So diss me about the money I spend, my nationality, the car I drive, how much I weigh, and all that other shit, it doesn't bother me. You go ahead and sit there, get high, post on SH, and enjoy me speaking my mind.
