04.12.2006, 05:58 AM
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invito al cielo
Join Date: Mar 2006
Location: Northern Europe
Posts: 12,306
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Originally Posted by truncated
Oh no, I merely found that pitiful, and I cringed in empathetic embarrassment and despair.
All I could envision was this self-satisfied, smug little prick couched in his ergonomic desk chair, surrounded by a litter of Pepsi cans and half-empty Cheetos bags, crowing to himself with delight at his self-purported online "victories."
He clicks expectantly on the thread to see which new victim has fallen prey to his instigatory remarks, and his eyes fall upon chabib's revelation.
The reaction is slow, almost dream-like - you can actually see the muscles in his face slacken; his shoulders slump; his jaw hinge open slightly; his eyes widen and glaze over; his upper teeth catch hold of his bottom lip -
You can feel the icy, leaden ball of dread that has formed in the pit of his stomach; his testicles shrinking, trying vainly to scramble up into his gut. The realization that his perceivedly infallible attempts to best his peers blows apart, leaving him lying amongst the debris of ridicule and social defeat.
In that brief moment before he forces a dismissive reply to save face, you can, ladies and gentleman, witness the poetic vestiges of a fallen narcissist.
You would shed a tear with the poignancy of it all, if he weren't such an insufferable cocksucker.
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who does this refer to or is it hypothetical?
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