Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[Theldorrin]

I have a lot invested in reality too.

[Username]

Hey dickwad, newsflash, you wear rings on your finger, not around your god damn neck!!!

[Theldorrin]

Maybe it's the One Ring.

[Stupid Fucking Faggot]

That ring is actually a Star of David.

[Theldorrin]

I don't know why someone would bother with the One Ring when the Ring of Gyges is much better.

[Username]

Is that a Ter'angreal?

[Stupid Fucking Faggot]

What Jason should really be doing is looking up to me as an example of how much he could STILL RULE at age 30!

But no, rather than being a ROLE MODEL to him, like I used to be, he has to hold me up as a target of scorn.

Things aren't going to go as well for you Jason, as they have for me. You're burning out too fast, not going slow and steady like me. I can see it all happening now.

He's going to be losing his hair by 28, and he's a huge faggot who is very successful with women, so he'll almost certainly fall into the Cunt Trap and get married/knocked up.

Haha, at my age he's going to suck so bad. He'll be massaging Rogaine into his scalp while his wife nags from the other room, and he'll be all like, "well, uhhh, guess I'll get drunk and molest the kids, uhhh, ohhhhh."

[Jason]

Jesus fucking Christ.

First of all, there's not a single bald person in my entire family. I will never, ever lose my hair. I haven't lost a single strand since birth.

Obviously, very few people take a twenty year old seriously when he says he'll never get married or have kids, but well, I'll never etc. etc. I'm not the sort of person who will ever be TRICKED into getting married, and, hey faggot, I'm getting vasectomy summer of 2008.

I'm also straight edge and if I've kept that through all that I have been through in high school and college then I doubt I'm going to resort to it to numb the monotony of my married life that will never happen.

Frankly, you're exactly the opposite of what I want to be, and I've already said this many times! You graduated college in shape, intelligent and a reasonable person and since then you've become this sniveling, conspiracy theorizing (hey, whatever, you want to believe in ghosts, fine, but when you bring it up constantly, what are you trying to prove), FAT (FAT, FAT, FAT) manchild.

Everyone has their own addictions, Chris. You really think your pursuits are more noble than mine? My having sex is parallel to you trolling Peter and Theldorrin, as far as I can see. My desire to wrestle is a secret dream like your hope that 9/11 is a work - only I don't post about it every chance I get on Fagtown (which, incidentally, is comprised of the sum total of your "meaningful" relationships) to wave my self-righteous dick around.

This isn't like a fucking Disney's The Kid where I'm looking at you and thinking you suck just because you're older than me and have a different lifestyle than I do. The reason I like talking to you on the phone is because you drop all the fucking bullshit you bring here and you become a cool, decent guy. But I guess that's not even the real you. The real you is the narcissistic, oblivious loser that we see here. I mean, I'm a liberal arts student (/faggot), of COURSE I never WANT a nine to five job or a nice, proper career in some office. But do you have any idea how much I would actually RESPECT you if you DID get a job? Just to keep yourself above poverty level or stay occupied or meet people or ANYTHING? What you're doing now is so nauseatingly undignified and childish. You live like I did at fourteen when my father would go away on vacation. Cutting school, overeating, never showering and just fucking pissing all over myself in the irresponsibility of it all (I mean this FIGURATIVELY in MY case). I don't WANT to be like that. I would RATHER keep some semblance of a decent, responsible life in being a bald, married asshole than living an entire lifetime of that fucking atrocious, binge-eating, filth-wallowing bullshit that I used to do for two weeks at a time and that you have made your life's magnum opus (at it is just that, since everyone here knows that you will never, ever be "famous" and only naive people like Servbot are the type to even be REMOTELY convinced that there is a DISTANT CHANCE of it - the rest of us have been hearing these same promises for over six years from you and have seen exactly where you've gone with it).

Your life is half-way over and I don't think there has been one second of your existence in which you didn't think that it was just beginning and that you have all the time in the world to accomplish your dreams. I do NOT want to be like that and, fuck, I never could be (I got depression), not even if I tried.

Why do you think I was so horrified last year of the idea of you posting when you were thirty? Really, how did you justify that, what do you think it was? Did you assume I'm just blindly afraid of aging because I'm some vain youth (I do not want to age, sure, no one does [well, most people around me DO want to age just slightly so they can buy alcohol], but, as I just stated, I'm a pessimist and depressed, so obviously I'm aware of time ticking away, not living in a pretty shell that makes me think I'll always be just like I am today)? Or maybe you just cast it aside as me being young and foolish and attributing IMAGINARY CHARACTERISTICS to age numbers (which are the fictional invention of mammels) and hey, after all, you still LOOK twenty right? Hr? Hurrr? I mean, you know, once you make a weird face to the camera and blow up the contrast in Photoshop, you're a fucking supermodel, durhrhr.

The reason I was disgusted was because I didn't want to be talking to a thirty year old who has done so absolute little. And, you know, if you were content with what you were doing, but also OPEN-MINDED to the idea that what you're doing may not always be the best course action, fine, good, more power to you. But neither of those apply to you, because you're not content. You fucking bitch and moan constantly that you are not famous while meanwhile the only thing I've seen you put ANY effort into was actually, literally cosplaying. But, of course, MEANWHILE, ALL IS RIGHT IN PSAROS-LAND, because you're the great fucking coming and you, NOT ALL THOSE BLIND MORTALS AROUND YOU, know exactly how to live and can just make up the rules on morality and hygiene and societal responsibility and the very fucking NATURE of life as we know it, and who's going to stop you?

I didn't want you to still be around my Internet hang-out. You were a sick, disturbing reminder of a life gone horribly, horribly wrong. But, of course, MOST OF ALL, I was terrified of turning into you. You call yourself a fucking ROLE MODEL. You are a walking, talking, living, breathing JASON GALLOP AT FOURTEEN, right down to pretending you're not a fucking fat ass to your Internet friends.

You know, you look at Fagtown, and we've been in a state of constant development. It's really what defines us, that the conversations we were having one year would be reviled as gay the same time the next year. The smartest among us have seen this trend and accept it and keep it in mind. Really, I actually bring it with me to real life - of course I've seen myself and everyone around me change. I never, ever think that how I am now will be how I'll be next year - and next year's Jason will probably think this year's was a total fuck-up. Same as Jason two years from now will think that about next year's.

But you, either you never realized this, or you've reached the HEIGHTS of OBLIVIOUS SELF-LOVE AND AUTO-FELLATIO that you honestly think you've balanced out and how you are and how you see yourself and the world is the exact same now as it will be in five years, in ten years, at death (i.e., in twelve years, you fat, unhealthy motherfucker). Frankly, I HOPE you're just being DENSE about that, but it's even more horrifying to think that it might be TRUE and that you've become such a numb, Harlen Ellison-esque amorphous blob that you are going to stagnate in body and mind just as you are right now.

But my point is, you read your twelve year old journal and you laugh at it and think what an idiot you were back then. That sort of perspective doesn't just come with time. Other twelve year olds could have told you how idiotic you sounded. Sometimes someone just needs to get in touch with reality. That is your greatest, scariest weakness - that you are so FAR GONE that you have absolutely no idea what you sound like, and never will, so even as everyone else here tells you what a disgusting fuck-up you are, you'll never, ever see it. You'll go at it like a puppy dog, thinking today's the day you'll convince Peter that ghosts exist. Or just willfully ignoring the fact that your fucking gut STICKS THE FUCK OUT BECAUSE YOU ARE FAT in the Marty picture (fucking, Vinny says your pictures like kind of cool and you go "KIND OF cool?" because you are so vain and self-involved that you don't see how fucking retarded they are and of course anyone who fucking calls you on it just wants to see you naked). I don't need to be as old as you and have the wisdom of time to see how pathetic your life is and, believe me, in ten years, I am NOT going to look back and think, shit, Chris had it FIGURED OUT.

Filthy fucking wretched scumbag.

Of course, this whole post was just one big ego trip for you anyway, wasn't it? You're fucking rock hard right now just for getting someone to react and give you any attention at all, you fat fucking baby.

[Seika]

[Ryoko's Biatch]

Whoever reads that shit is a huge faggot.

[Jason]

You're illiterate, we get it.

[Big Fagot]

Hey Jason, need some soap?

You know, to get all of Chris Psaros's shit off your dick.

[Matthew Outland]

I havent seen post rants this long since women at mpp

[Ryoko's Biatch]

Outland gets it.

[Jason]

*is destroyed by the dreaded tag team of Triple Life and Matthew Outland*

[Potatoes]

lolol

[Magic Juan]

*copies into word document*

[Matthew Outland]

You wish we would tag team you!

[Ryoko's Biatch]

*swish*

[Theldorrin]

That was a pretty scathing post.