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Remember when it was possible to piss, moan and complain to other humans about what′s fucked you off and who's to blame and be content, without having to sort of publicly proclaim every stupid thought the moment it formed in each stupid brain?
′Opinions and arseholes...' is what those who say that sort of thing would say. Just cos you've got one doesn′t mean you need to put it on display. Put it away.
Cos it′s ok not sticking your big dumb oar in everything, some discussion gets on fine without a cretin weighing in with a tirade of uninformed, misspelt bullshit designed to drag every conversation back to their idiot view.
Someone once said opinions are like arseholes, I'm inclined to agree. Just cos you′ve got one doesn't mean that anybody wants to see. And if yours is shitty, unpleasant, dripping bile all over the place, maybe have a go at not shoving it in everybody′s face. You think it's interesting, trust me, that′s not the case. You're just filling space with shit buzzwords and dumb clichés and each point you raise in pointless, typo-strewn essays.
Dive in, there's no need to read what′s already been said. Blurt your braindead knee-jerks as they pop into your head. Scroll up, your point′s there, made and destroyed six times before. But it's fine, the real point′s showing off the contents of that empty skull of yours.
′Opinions and arseholes...' is what those who say that sort of thing would say. Just cos you've got one doesn′t mean you need to put it on display. Put it away.
Cos it′s ok not sticking your big dumb oar in everything, some discussion gets on fine without a cretin weighing in with a tirade of uninformed, misspelt bullshit designed to drag every conversation back to their idiot view.
Someone once said opinions are like arseholes, I'm inclined to agree. Just cos you′ve got one doesn't mean that anybody wants to see. And if yours is shitty, unpleasant, dripping bile all over the place, maybe have a go at not shoving it in everybody′s face. You think it's interesting, trust me, that′s not the case. You're just filling space with shit buzzwords and dumb clichés and each point you raise in pointless, typo-strewn essays.
Dive in, there's no need to read what′s already been said. Blurt your braindead knee-jerks as they pop into your head. Scroll up, your point′s there, made and destroyed six times before. But it's fine, the real point′s showing off the contents of that empty skull of yours.
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