Celebs
The next one
1. E-Stalking Other Users
Clinging to one poster like a parasite, tracking every reply, trying to dig up their personal info, even editing and reposting their photos. It’s deranged obsession wrapped in unfulfilled misery and rotting self-loathing.
2. Playing Make-Believe
LARPing as a woman, pretending to be multiple people, writing child porn-tier smut, and denying it when caught. Everyone knows it’s you. You’re unraveling. It’s not clever. It’s the sad delusion of a mentally ill shut-in begging for attention.
3. Wearing Fetish Gear Alone
Strapping your awful little penis into a cage or sitting with a plug up your shitty ass in your sour-smelling room while hunched over your keyboard. No audience. No partner. No dignity. Just you, your fart-filled chair, and the buzzing of flies.
4. Hardcore Projection
Accusing others of being terminally online pedos, degenerates, or losers, while you live here, 24/7, doing the exact same things you rage about. No self-awareness. Just pure, greasy deflection and rot.
5. Getting Triggered by Mockery
Seething with impotent rage when someone mocks you. But instead of facing it, you gaslight yourself into thinking YOU'RE the one getting under THEIR skin. Too cowardly, weak, and defenseless to post anything honest.
6. Watching WWE as an Adult
No commentary needed. Scripted soap operas for children. Just imagine being a grown man, watching bodybuilders fake-fight.
7. Predictable Degeneracy
Your patterns are so repetitive that anons have reverse-engineered what your mangled, shriveled, phimosis-infected dick looks like from tribute threads where you squeeze out rancid, dead, sour, yellow cum onto an old, cracked, crusted-over tablet. That’s your online footprint.
8. Calling Your Own Posts “Based”
You hit “post,” wait a minute, then reply to yourself with “based.” You even samefag with a VPN. No one’s impressed. No one’s fooled. You’re not “based.” You’re a digital skin tag.
Clinging to one poster like a parasite, tracking every reply, trying to dig up their personal info, even editing and reposting their photos. It’s deranged obsession wrapped in unfulfilled misery and rotting self-loathing.
2. Playing Make-Believe
LARPing as a woman, pretending to be multiple people, writing child porn-tier smut, and denying it when caught. Everyone knows it’s you. You’re unraveling. It’s not clever. It’s the sad delusion of a mentally ill shut-in begging for attention.
3. Wearing Fetish Gear Alone
Strapping your awful little penis into a cage or sitting with a plug up your shitty ass in your sour-smelling room while hunched over your keyboard. No audience. No partner. No dignity. Just you, your fart-filled chair, and the buzzing of flies.
4. Hardcore Projection
Accusing others of being terminally online pedos, degenerates, or losers, while you live here, 24/7, doing the exact same things you rage about. No self-awareness. Just pure, greasy deflection and rot.
5. Getting Triggered by Mockery
Seething with impotent rage when someone mocks you. But instead of facing it, you gaslight yourself into thinking YOU'RE the one getting under THEIR skin. Too cowardly, weak, and defenseless to post anything honest.
6. Watching WWE as an Adult
No commentary needed. Scripted soap operas for children. Just imagine being a grown man, watching bodybuilders fake-fight.
7. Predictable Degeneracy
Your patterns are so repetitive that anons have reverse-engineered what your mangled, shriveled, phimosis-infected dick looks like from tribute threads where you squeeze out rancid, dead, sour, yellow cum onto an old, cracked, crusted-over tablet. That’s your online footprint.
8. Calling Your Own Posts “Based”
You hit “post,” wait a minute, then reply to yourself with “based.” You even samefag with a VPN. No one’s impressed. No one’s fooled. You’re not “based.” You’re a digital skin tag.
