Taken from a Flame generator
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English is your second language, isn't it? You don't have a first. Clearly, you spend way too much time in darkened rooms in front of your seven-year-old computer turning a whiter shade of pale. Go outside once in a while and breathe, before your brain starts to rot from all that festering stagnation and cognitive dysfunction.
Here's a tip: no one will ever know that you've had a lobotomy if you wear a wig to hide to the scars; stop posting your drivel on message boards, and learn to control the slobbering. You could type every thing you know on the subject on back of a microscopic postage stamp and still have room leftover for a shopping list. However, I'll consider letting you have the last word if you guarantee it will be your last. How true is Stanislaw J. Lec's famous remark: "Every now and then you meet someone whose ignorance is encyclopedic."
If that post was intended as a joke, you forgot to include the punch line. You are nastier than a five-dollar whore getting a shit enema. You're a waste of time, space, air, flesh, and the rectum you were born from, retard. Maybe you wouldn't be such a Jerk-In-The-Box if that pimple on your ass hadn't turned out to be a brain tumor; if the chief excitement in your meaningless life wasn't spotting people who are fatter than you are, or if you didn't have a face like a boiled Octopus. Who am I kidding? You would.
You're a message board freak. I know it's hard to accept the truth, but the truth it is, and accept it, you must.