I want to revisit this.
First and fucking foremost, let me say that Pluto sized Lily was never my "best friend." Now, I really don't know who or what pumped your asshole full of that obvious sewage, but do you realize how fucking stupid you sound? E-Best friends? Are you fucking kidding me?! Look what Hurricane Lily does to her "regular former friends." I think I got off quite lucky if I'm to be fully transparent.
Additionally, only twat's like your out of shape self and Heart-Attack-Waiting-To-Happen-Lily need to have online friends because everyone in real life hates you both, that and you're both Blue Whales and getting around isn't easy. Again, let me reiterate this: I was never "friends" with Largzilla Lily. Do. You. Understand? She needed me more than I needed her. In fact I didn't need her at all. Though, I will say that I was not very pleased when she took the title of being "The Most Hated Person On Both Forums." That, I will say had me a little heated. But, what can you do, right? Maybe deep down I'm really a bleeding heart that can't do some of the things your masters have already done.
This IS like déjà-vu. I remember poster's telling me that Lying Lily will turn on me as well, and voila! Because, I had seen her go through this with Breaktard. See, this is how much I had Lily wrapped around my fucking finger. After I made fun of Breakdick fucking his dead mother, he melted down and stared barking at The Eternal Victim Lily about not having his back. Loose Lips Lily then proceeded to tell him to grow some balls and fight his own battle, because it had nothing to do with her. You see, what I did was disgusting. To talk about a wimps mother who died years ago of cancer is just sick. But, you know what? Like Free Willy (Lily) said, I didn't give a fuck, I just wanted to hurt Breaktard and twist his pain into excruciating mental anguish, coupled with those last memories of his own mom suffering, I wanted him to feel the cancer as it invaded every healthy cell in her body, I wanted to destroy him, I wanted him crying and blowing big snot bubbles. I just wanted to hurt him. Then I got bored because he started talking about suicide. It's no fun anymore if the silly fucker offs himself. Anyhoo, Lemming Lily had every fucking right to tell me that it was whatever. I probably would have told her to fuck off in my usual friendly fashion and would have found some other nerd to fuck with. So, you see, she's found her new ally in you, she'll hide behind your brown clitoris because she knows that if she comes at me head first, I will verbally separate her head from her fucking ham-hock sized shoulders.