Bro, you came at me with the vocabulary of a divorced 47-year-old who just got ratio’d in a Facebook argument and lost custody of the kids. That’s not a roast, that’s a cry for help wrapped in cheap edgelord energy.
You’re out here typing with two brain cells fighting for third place, calling people cunts while your entire personality is just “angry itch.io with a furry lookin pfp.”
Go touch some grass, Richard. Or better yet, go touch a woman who doesn’t immediately block you after the first message. I know that’s a tall order when your game is “shut the fuck up cunt,” but aim higher king. The bar is in hell and you’re still limboing under it.
Now go cry in whatever Discord server still tolerates your dusty ass. 😂