A little story...

Dear Hoverer; The Game. You have lost. Maybe this will teach you to not hover any more, and actually read the damn threads. Thanks, gtfo. lol.


When I was born, my ma and pa looked at me and said "pshaw". The doctors said "It's a boy, I think", and pa went out to get a drink. Ma said I looked just like pa, pa said I took after ma, Aunt Gin said I looked like a quince, and I've been a step child ever since. They always always pick on me, they never ever let me be. I'm so awful lonesome, I'm so sad, it's been a long time since I've been glad. But I know what I'll do, by and by, I'll eat some worms, and then I'll die. And when I'm gone, just wait and see, they'll all be sorry that they picked on me.

 

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Dear Hoverer; The Game. You have lost. Maybe this will teach you to not hover any more, and actually read the damn threads. Thanks, gtfo. lol.

 

cool story bro