it’s pitifully obvious that these people need more attention. they crave it, they’re literally doing the 3 year old toddler melt down equivalent of it, they cannot stand it if people don’t LOOK AT THEM RIGHT NOW.
I get it, plainly, momma and daddy did not love you very much and it shows in how you interact with the world now.
any rational society would see to it that they get the mental health treatment they so publicly cry out for VRROOOM…
but VROOM VROOM they can’t help it, they’re too time constrained to go door to door seeking whatever it was childhood denied them, no, now they’re everyone’s problems VROOOOM they’ve got to mass communicate that shit VROOOOOOOOOOOM
now everyone gets to suffVROOOOOOOOOM because these fucking idiots didn’t give their children attention and love.
that’s what I hear every time one of the pricks VROOOMS by, desperation, sheer, utter, pitiful desperation that someone, somewhere acknowledges their existence because without the tantrum, no one gives a flying fuck at a rolling donut about them.
you could say their cars are their personalities, but that’s really a symptom, like exhaust coming from an engine, these people spew their problems onto society and we’re all supposed to just sit around and ignore them.
it’s pitifully obvious that these people need more attention. they crave it, they’re literally doing the 3 year old toddler melt down equivalent of it, they cannot stand it if people don’t LOOK AT THEM RIGHT NOW.
I get it, plainly, momma and daddy did not love you very much and it shows in how you interact with the world now.
any rational society would see to it that they get the mental health treatment they so publicly cry out for VRROOOM…
but VROOM VROOM they can’t help it, they’re too time constrained to go door to door seeking whatever it was childhood denied them, no, now they’re everyone’s problems VROOOOM they’ve got to mass communicate that shit VROOOOOOOOOOOM
now everyone gets to suffVROOOOOOOOOM because these fucking idiots didn’t give their children attention and love.
that’s what I hear every time one of the pricks VROOOMS by, desperation, sheer, utter, pitiful desperation that someone, somewhere acknowledges their existence because without the tantrum, no one gives a flying fuck at a rolling donut about them.
you could say their cars are their personalities, but that’s really a symptom, like exhaust coming from an engine, these people spew their problems onto society and we’re all supposed to just sit around and ignore them.
pitiful fucks.