So unless you've been under a rock like one of the simple minded soy spiders crawling around this place you had to have noticed Vapor NOse's 3 day weep and whine fest brought on after I took a few minutes while waiting for my seating at a five star restaurant in Vegas to totally humiliate him on his lack of understanding of the very scriptures he quotes in a failed attempt to seem versed in any besides being utterly fucking ugly.
That was fun and a totally well worth taking the 10 minutes that would have otherwise been spent overhearing the convo between two ugly liberal cunts that reminded me of LotusGarbage
But seriously, watching him turn into a puddle of piss filled with steamy hysterics on Dovey's doorstep because she does not stop me from big hurting his emo feels is a new level of nervous breakdown for his snowflake scary fairy
I had lots of fun in Vegas by the way. I blew an obscene amount of money
You mean waiting for your seating at a buffet that was included in the price of your room?
People don't have time to post while waiting for seating at a 5-star restaurant.
You can poast from anywhere nowadays. I do.
I realize it is technically possible. I am saying people don't wait for seating at 5-star restaurants. Strapon went to some overpriced steak house and wants people to believe he was eating at a Michelin restaurant because that's how he makes himself feel important. Impotent is more like it.
Maybe he was early for his reservation.
No no... you see, lotustrashbag is an uncivilized barbarian with the table manners of warthog and is used to eating her meals with both her hands and feet and cannot imagine that when you arrive at a 5 star restaurant which is known for world class cusine and is therefore always quite packed you might end up having to wait in line just to speak to the hostess despite the fact that your reserved table is technically sitting there empty waiting for you.
in her world you just bogart your way into the establishment, pound on your chest repeatedly, grunt and groan loudly about your reservation and are immediately whisked off to your table by horrified staff out of fear you may begin foaming at the mouth or striking fellow patrons with your club.
what a toolbag. Seriously