Pity NO, Contempt Yes

[AnonyMoose]

Obviously, as I've strolled up to the front gates of this shithole, I've been greeted by the resident spelling lamer, spamming mutt, Piddle the Poodle, "What a pussy ass guard dog" *Born kicks Piddle off his leg as he makes his way to the the front door*

Kicking in the door, I was immediately engulfed by the rancid stench emanating from inside the shack, a mixture of piss, shit, bad beer, diaper ointment, unwashed pussy and cheesy poofs sniped at my nostrils, just as I was
about to throw up in my mouth, I noticed Piddle had crept back onto my leg, dry humping the shit out of my jeans as he yelped some incoherent bullshit about me misspelling some word or another. "These mocksters are a trashy little group of dipshits" *Born gnarls as he slams Piddles head against the door jam until the mutt releases his lust grip on Dragons leg*

I make my way into the dimly lit shanty that is the 'Mock Forums', kicking through empty bottles of what looks to be Strawberry Pete's Wicked Ale and assorted wine coolers mixed in with a few Milwaukee's Best thrown in here and there...only to realize that Piddle was allowed to crap as he pleased thru out the shack as there were piles of shit everywhere that no one had troubled themselves to clean up. Just as I was about to say "fuck this" and depart this shithole for much better parts of the interweb, one of the shit piles moved and spoke: "hey, you there, you're standing on Sinister, she's our main slag, kindly get off of her." Lifting up my right boot, I noticed I'd smeared what seemed to be a portion of Sin's left tit into the floorboards. "Let me get this straight" I ponder out loud, as I walk using caution not to step into anymore Mock Forum Regs, "Piddle craps you 'Bitches' out and then you all live here in this hovel, endlessly Mocking each other, drinking shitty alcohol, most of you are too young to drink anyways, and you all see yourselves as cool doing it?" "then you lay there demanding people sink to your level and become turds like you to become part of your cliquish fucked up forum?"

*Born slams the door on the way out*
"Get fuckin' real, Bitches."

*Born cleans what remained of Sinisters left tit from his boot in a patch of weeds, before exiting the property.*

I feel bad that you spent 20 minutes on that and I only got to "Strolled to the front" before losing interest. You are like a retarded version of Sir Francis Bacon.