This feels like a post from 2019.

Off his fucking tits on copium.

A little WW1 Tommy on the piss.

Woops. I didn’t realise that text box got hidden:

My best friend died last year, she was only seven, but I would give anything to just have gotten two more years with her. Enough for her to visit my first home. There’s a spot on the sofa for her and she deserves to enjoy it more than me.

The blob across the border between England and Scotland explains so much as to why I get twin peaks vibes from Dumfries and Galloway.

Come now. When people say strawmanning, they tend to mean that someone has taken the time to at least turn a pile of straw into the shape of a man but you can’t even be arsed to do that. Just standing next to it and calling it a man is even sadder.

You started too many chats and feel like you need to argue them all but you can’t even remember who said what.

“Anyone not fighting my corner is for the murder of innocents” Sounds a bit brain-rotty, fella. A tad corrupt.

Saying that killing is morally wrong, or saying that an individual is hateful, is a nothing sentence. It’s not an opening of discourse or planet brained insight. When asked a follow up, to elucidate, you assume the position of actors and extol your own virtue by putting down the rest.

It’s nout but antagonism for the purpose of whysoever a troll would do anything. Getting jollies off by calling high horse, or moral corruption.

You make playing in the shit look like fun, and then feign upset when others join you.

Ahhhh, I get it. No instances of me cheering at the death of others, so the other party has to fake the argument. Petty, and a pity.

Come now, you’ve started discourse with others, you really ought to answer their questions.

Your ability to admit you don’t understand it is a big step. Now you just need to address your previous commenters in the same light, with the questions you’ve been asked and are too afraid to answer. We believe in you, champ.

Jesus, those are some thoroughly piss-soaked chips you’ve got there, petal.

Loud trauma victim continues to not get therapy.