Personal Lolcows - Lolcows in your personal life.

There's been a personal cow I've been following for some time, ever since last year when we took a class together and I glanced at his laptop just in time to see a whole bunch of pony porn. The class had an online component and his forum signature contained a link to his deviantART page where he claimed, rather proudly, to be in love with a pony character. His love for this character was so abiding that he apparently went through a crisis when he fell into a deep and abiding love for an actress from a tv show (a human one!) to the degree where his friends (also pony lovers) were telling him that it was okay to love both and that ponies "have a big enough heart to share you".

I haven't made a thread for him cause outside of being a pony and then human lover, he doesn't actually do much except draw little deviantART badges and favorite pony pictures.
 
So I just remembered a buddy I hung out with as a teen was growing into a goodsized calf himself the last time I saw him, which was... eh, about 6 or 7 years ago. Now, he ain't no Benito, and I do remember him being a cool friend back when I was a dumbass kid myself, so I'll treat him with a bit more kindness. Let's call him Flint.

Now I remember four big things about him that were relatively lulzy, so let's get through them from top to bottom in terms of huwargl.

1. SHREDDED WHEAT (Or Flint on Music): Now Flint's music tastes are not my cup of tea. He was a fan of I believe the Black Dahlia Murders, and tended to love Death Metal and some type of -core music where it sounds like a group of drunks smashing their instruments out of sync at all times. He really loved him stuff that had violent as fuck lyrics and a lot of screaming. This comes into importance... right about now. Mainly because I wanna talk to you about how Flint wanted to join a garage band and make it big. But the kicker was he never bothered to learn any instrument. Guitar? Nope. Bass? Hell naw. Drums? What are you stupid? Nope, Flint wanted to be the singer, and that was it. Even though vocals and the guitar are probably the most replaceable elements in a band ever. But it gets lulzier than that.

He almost never practiced. The key word being almost, since he did on occasion practice. And by practice I mean make grunting noises that sound like what would happen if you crossbred Dr. Claw with a pig and told it to violate itself. These pig shrieks were the only thing he ever bothered to put any effort into. He didn't try other approaches and only stuck to the pig fucking noises. Apparently in his mind, these were the only things he needed to know how to do in order to be an amazing lead singer. He really only got into this when we hit our mid to late teens, and it was really one of his more harmless and nonannoying elements. Unlike say...

2. Bring this (or Else Flint will bitch): Flint is a kid who was relatively well off, considering he's gone on quite a few vacations out of the country with his family; he wasn't exactly all that wanting usually. This translated into him being rather demanding and domineering. A good example is that he would demand that I bring in certain movies, since I had a wider collection of 80s films that he never saw or only saw once on TV. The main stuff he always asked for was Alien and Predator stuff, since I had the whole set at the time. Yeah, that includes the AvP movies. He would not be a happy camper should I accidentally forget to bring the movie and would usually complain and whine about it.

3. THE TRAIN IS LATE (Flint and board games) This domineering aspect was also fucking grating on board games. For example, if you played any game with the guy, he expects you to actually do your turn before it is your turn. I'm not shitting you on that; he usually would bark out that you have to go right now, and he would not let up on his griping and complaining until you were done. I mean holy shit, if you didn't have superhuman reflexes he would get into you for not doing that.

Though I would be curious on how Flint would've taken to tabletopping games like VtM or CoC based on this and if he would be more or less like how he was with normal boardgames.

4. I DO WHAT I WANT (Flint and Sharing): Flint's most annoying trait, which steadily got worse (as did all of these traits) as he aged, was his selfishness. He would hog the video games to himself and would actively try to force you out or prevent you from playing them whenever possible. He had to play the game at all times, and tough fucking titties if you wanted to play it, even for a bit. To give you a good idea on this: he once played a 4 hour session of Assassin's Creed. He only let me and the rest of the gang play it for maybe ten minutes at most. And this was because he would almost instantly start to whine that it was his game so he should be able to play it.

He also got pissed immensely if you farted around in the game. He would decry that you were ruining his save file, and he absolutely refused to allow us to create a new save file to fart around in. He was about one level of socialization away from just yanking the controller out of your hands, but his regular bitching utterly ruined pretty much any fun you could have gaming with him... since, you know, it's either sit there or listen to him bitch and get madder as you played maybe five minutes of footage.

But as mentioned, we stayed friends until we drifted apart due to circumstance a few years ago. We both liked similar animus, some games, and we had similar movie tastes in some respects (we both loved monster movies for example). We hung out in the same crowd, but by the last year we were notably drifting as he started to get more and more into a sort of edgelord phase. Rather curious on how he turned out honestly.
 
I try my hardest to avoid this person, so I don't have as many funny stories as I should, but there's this guy on my Facebook friends list named Daniel. I don't know him personally, but we have mutual friends, so I have him on my list. Daniel is a loveshy with no job and, I'm assuming, no education beyond high school. He's autistic, of course. He routinely posts on Facebook about how his life sucks and stuff. Usually, people just ignore these, but sometimes people actually comment on them, and he occasionally gets into arguments with them. Unfortunately, he usually deletes the really good ones, but some still survive. Here are some examples:

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Unfortunately, I don't have any more right now. Like I said, he deletes shit a lot. I'll have to pay more attention to him, to see if I can get better caps for you guys.
 
There's someone we'll just call "Andy" who frankly is more of a sadcow for me. The most lolcow worthy thing about him is that he's a furry. He constantly claims to "not be one of the weird ones" but I have my doubts. I have my doubts because he's an artist, yet he's very secretive about what he shows to me or anyone else. I've once caught a glimpse of the "art" on his phone before he promptly took it away. I didn't get a complete look, but what little I saw I think was enough to classify him as "one of the weird ones". The art he was willing to show people tbh isn't that bad, at most average (At the very least, it was way better than Andrew Dobson's art). I don't know if he has a presence online, nor do I plan to find out.

Now for the part that pisses me off about him: Andy is a compulsive liar, a really bad one. I'm talking his stories are more bullshit than those stories found on tumblr. He's suspiciously played every single game me and my friends ever mention (because as we all know, emulators are tools of perfection that give access to all games everywhere!). If you're explaining what something is, he has a story where he TOTES DID THAT TOO GUYZZZZZ. And of course, if you're telling some funny story, he has an even funnier one.

My personal fave bullshit story is when he told the story of when he was working at Dunkin' Donuts. There was a time when they were selling a guacamole breakfast sandwich. He told a story about how his coworker was playing with a scoop of guacamole, accidentally threw it at the wall, a customer sees it, projectile vomits, to which after seeing it Andy projectile vomits, and in the end he had to clean it allllll up. Now the story is obvious bullshit, but I myself had plenty of evidence that to prove it was bullshit. I myself worked at a Dunkin' Donuts at the time, the scoops used for the guacamole were designed so the stuff doesn't get flung out, you would have to smear that shit on the wall yourself. The amount you can scoop was so little, I highly doubt there would be a stain big enough that a woman projectile vomits at the sight of it. Of course, when we all called him out on it, he grew a hissy fit and ran away. He still tries to make us believe him *sigh*

And that's all I got right now. Andy really is more of a sadcow if anything else. His house actually burned down a year ago and his family's still trying to recover. He is a nice kid, but it's so hard to stand his bullshit, it really is no surprise he's in such a depressed state
 
Here's another story about "John," my shooter obsessed associate. So, looking back, I'm almost positive that he was autistic. I'm not sure if he was ever formally diagnosed with it, but he displayed a ton of symptoms. For starters, he never seemed to know when people were being serious or just fucking around with him. This one time, one of my buddies was finished with his pizza, so he gave it to "John" and told him to put it on the tray of one of the kids at the table next to us. He didn't actually mean for "John" to do it, but he did without any hesitation. This one girl at the table gets up and comes over to yell at "John" for giving them his garbage. Instead of handling the situation like a normal person, he gets unnecessarily hostile and starts swearing at her and calling her a cunt and stuff. She takes a handful of his fries and throws them at him, and then goes to sit back down. "John" takes his chocolate milk carton and hurls it at her. The carton's mostly empty, but it has enough milk still in it to leave a pretty noticeable stain on her shirt. Well, none of us wanted to get in trouble as a result of "John's" sperging, so we all hightail it. To the girl's credit, she handled the situation rather well. Instead of retaliating further, she just goes and gets a teacher. "John," who's still sitting at the table by himself, gets confronted by said teacher. I later learned that he flat-out admitted to starting the whole thing by taking the pizza over to that table in the first place, but he didn't end up getting in trouble. Instead, he got her in trouble, because she threw the fries at him.

That was a recurring theme in his saga. He'd antagonize people, like, all the time but never ever got any sort of comeuppance for it. He always managed to weasel his way out of beatings when someone would want to kick his ass, and in the rare event that an authority figure was involved, "John" never got punished.
 
I can't go into too much detail with this lolcow without powerleveling, but it's a story that really ought to be told (or at the very least written down.)
I tend to call this guy U-Haul outside of the immediate group of friends who experienced him, since this guy doxxed not only himself but our entire social group out of sheer spite and stupidity.
A quick overview:
-U-Haul was essentially NEET from puberty through his late twenties. His time was spent collecting his government stipend (though not disability,) playing WoW, and browsing 4chan's /r9k/ and /g/
-His only outside interaction consisted of various trips to fast food restaurants and his immediate family
-U-Haul weighed over 400 pounds by the time he was 26
-U-Haul had a food addiction
-U-Haul convinced himself he was autistic without consulting a doctor or providing any proof other than he "felt it just sounded right"
I met U-Haul through an internet friend who was (temporarily) living with him. Let me preface by saying I've met several people from 4chan, Tumblr, Kiwi, etc without incident. The worst that has ever happened was a guy who didn't like bathing. U-Haul was a little different in that he didn't really talk. At all. The guy staying with him had barely said two words to the guy before U-Haul invited him to move in. This clearly was a red flag but Guy was in a rough place in life and had nowhere but hotels to crash in and so took him up on the offer.
The first time a friend and I went to hang out with Guy, U-Haul sat on his computer watching dog videos on Youtube for the entire 3 hours we were in his apartment. Guy was friendly but there's something unnerving about a 400 pound guy just stewing in a corner, occasionally exploding with laughter over a dog wearing a hat. We didn't think too much of it and left, saying goodbye to both of them on the way out. We later found out that U-Haul pontificated for a good half hour about what a great time he had "merging minds" with us. It was also around this time that we learned about U-Haul's "diet."
Instead of counting calories and cutting out fatty or sugary foods, U-Haul was taking tons of pseudo-ephedrine and appetite suppressants to lose weight. He was also still eating around 6000 calories a day. U-Haul also refused to drink water, citing his "autism."
Unfortunately, one of my friends introduced U-Haul to alcohol and recreational drugs (molly) and the guy ran with it. Really, really ran with it. Within about a year, he was stacking meth, cocaine, vodka, acid, MDMA, and Benzedrex (an otc nasal decongestant that can get you high if you snort enough of it, apparently) on top of his already inhuman weight loss load. U-Haul also got it in his head that he WANTED WOMAN and set it upon us to find him a perfect, drug-friendly virgin girlfriend. Within a 30 mile radius of his apartment. With very, very particular physical characteristics (he had a Truman Show-esque picture of his ideal woman.) Mind you, this guy is a self-diagnosed autistic weighing in at a whopping 370 pounds even after almost a year of his "diet" and had never so much as even held a girl's hand.
We suggested he cut back on the fun candy, knock around with a few fat girls or uggos to get his XP up, and really commit to a diet. U-Haul responded by going on a 5 day bender and destroying his apartment (including some of Guy's things.) During this tirade, he revealed a load of sensitive information on 4chan and subsequently doxxed our entire group of friends. We were fortunate that no one really cared, but it shook us up pretty badly.
Things sort of peter out after this, aside from an incident with him stalking two of our friends to another state, nearly overdosing, and getting himself arrested. Haven't heard much from him since, but he left an infamous smear on our local dating scene.
 
So for the past few days 123FUCKYOUSTREET has been silent.... he's blocked my main account so I had an alternate account set up where I'm basically playing a character of a stereotypical "gangsta" in hopes that he'd believe whatever bullshit I spit out, take advice from me and share some of his own thug stories.

Instead of what should be happening though, he's been nothing more than a rotten hostile cunt, I've literally done nothing to provoke him under this identity and actually did nothing to provoke him before other than calling him a child or something when he was doing similar shit before. I tried to mend things between myself and him through my alternate account, and I was met with some rather hilarious results.
LOLOLOLOL: dont care
LOLOLOLOL: dont fucking care
LOLOLOLOL: so go wank your self at some porn and piss off
Homer³: jesus christ
Homer³: why are you being so hostile?
LOLOLOLOL: because i dont WANT TO FUCKING TALK ALL DAY 24FUCKING7

// I hadn't talked with him in almost a week by this point.

Homer³: what's up? is something troubling you in life?
Homer³: i can share with you my street knowledge and help you out man
Homer³: that's what people want to do, they want to help you out
LOLOLOLOL: WTF DO U MEAN DUDE MY FUCKING COUSIN DIED TODAY AND IM SAD SO PISS OFF
LOLOLOLOL: AND GIVE ME A BREAK BY DONT TALKING TO ME
Homer³: when i was on the streets homie, i worked with my brother
Homer³: motherfuckers capped him out in the hood, in cold blood
Homer³: no warning no nothing, just a random drive-by
Homer³: so i know how you feel, that shit's hard
LOLOLOLOL: FUCKING GO AWAY OR ILL SHOVE DOWN SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT U FUCKING PATHETIC RETARDED PEICE OF SHIT
So, someone offers to help this kid out in dealing with the supposed loss of his relative (which I quite frankly call bullshit on), and he tells them to fuck off in the most vile way imaginable and calls him a pathetic retarded piece of shit after sharing his own experience with familial death? This is one fucked up 18 year-old we're talking about here.
 
My Ponylover cow and I are apparently taking another class together. This one is wholly online and so I didn't notice until the professor started a forum thread where we volunteered to join groups for a semester long project. If he had responded an hour earlier than he did to the project option I'm doing, I would've ended up with him in a group. Thankfully someone beat him to the last spot and the professor moved him to another group where, by virtue of nobody else volunteering, he ended up as group leader. My group and I were talking the other night and apparently one of my groupmates did work with him last semester where he kept trying to cram pony crap into the project.
 
My Ponylover cow and I are apparently taking another class together. This one is wholly online and so I didn't notice until the professor started a forum thread where we volunteered to join groups for a semester long project. If he had responded an hour earlier than he did to the project option I'm doing, I would've ended up with him in a group. Thankfully someone beat him to the last spot and the professor moved him to another group where, by virtue of nobody else volunteering, he ended up as group leader. My group and I were talking the other night and apparently one of my groupmates did work with him last semester where he kept trying to cram pony crap into the project.
Looks like you dodged either a bullet, or some content, depending on how you look at it.
 
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One of my friend's ex boyfriends is a lolcow
I've known this guy since elementary school, he was made fun of for being into stuff like pokemon, whatever. But then, when we got to middle school he started dating my friend. This is when the train comes in. So like any middle school relationship, shit's crazy.
My friend herself was a bit of a lolcow too, so it's only natural that two cows find love. Her boyfriend though, has some issues. He made up stories about how his lesbian mothers beat him, and would say stuff like he would fight them back. Then, at school once, he got into an actual fight to just get punched in the face twice and run off crying. It was a great birthday gift to me. We knew he was lying about the abuse.
Then, his hormones kicked in. He fingered my friend in the bathroom, and would draw her hentai-esqe pictures. He would constantly write her letters about his sex fantasies and the "pro moves" he learned from porn. She was uncomfortable, and told him she was on her period. For two months. He believed her. The letters consisted of passive aggressive insults, such as "I know everyone thinks you're fat, but no matter what I still love you." He also had an obsession with trains, and would make train puns about their love, like "Our love is at full throttle".
Eventually he got so horny, he made it into the local newspaper for getting caught stealing condoms from Wal Mart. He also carved her name into his leg to immortalize their love. He was nuts.

Return of the lesbian moms. So my friend, worried about the alleged abuse (that wasn't happening) called DYFS and he was sent to some institution. There, he cheated on her. After her doing all this shit for him, they finally ended it. He was sent to a different town and a different high school. I was friends with him on facebook, and he ended up dating one of my coworkers so I knew a lot about him still.
He dated some girl who was pregnant with another man's child, broke up with her. Dated my coworker, broke up with her because he didn't want childred (yet he dated this other chick who had a baby, he got back with her)
He started a lot of drama with all these girls and now I hear he knocked some girl up. He also got expelled from high school for getting into a fight, this was like some juvenile detention center.
 
Hello! I didn’t think I’d have a personal lolcow to share, but I stumbled across a blog and I made an account to share with you all. I think I found an Elliot Rodger 2.0:

https://longingfordeath.wordpress.com/

The author describes himself as a half white half Asian who rants about white men with Asian women, and how their kids will grow up mentally ill.

Here is his bio:

EVERY HAPA BOY IS BORN KNOWING THAT HIS MOTHER VALUED RACE AND PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ABOVE ALL THINGS; SOMETHING HE CAN NEVER BE. SOMETIMES HE CAN PASS, OTHER TIMES HE COMES OUT LOOKING ASIAN. HIS OWN MOTHER DELIBERATELY SELECTED HIS FATHER FOR ONLY ONE THING: HIS RACE, A RACE THAT THE HAPA CAN NEVER BE. THE HAPA RECOGNIZES THAT HIS MOTHER DISCOUNTED EVERY ASIAN MALE REGARDLESS OF HIS CHARACTER, THE SAME EXPERIENCE THAT THE HAPA SON WILL EXPERIENCE AT LEAST ONCE IN HIS LIFE. NO ASIANS, THE HAPA'S MOTHER SAID. NO ASIANS. THAT'S WHAT THE EURASIAN IS. AN ASIAN. THE HAPA'S MOTHER REWARDED WHITE SUPREMACY WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD FIGHTS IT; THE HAPA'S MOTHER REWARDED WHITE PRIVILEGE WHEN THE EURASIAN CANNOT EXPERIENCE IT, OR IF HE DOES, FEELS GUILT ABOUT IT. THIS IS THE DIARY OF AN IVY LEAGUE EDUCATED HAPA THAT HAS NOTHING BUT DISGUST AND HATRED FOR BOTH HIS PARENTS. DON'T BELIEVE ME? AS IF CHILDHOOD PICTURES WEREN'T ENOUGH; GO TO REDDIT.COM/R/HAPAS TO SEE OTHER HAPAS WHO FEEL THE SAME WAY

Here is an entry he made where he addresses Asian women with a Q & A he made up:

So, you say, you think you can raise healthy Eurasian children. Let’s do a run-through of your thought process. Answer the following questions as honestly as you can; I will write what we all know your answer is, regardless of how willing you are to admit it.

Q) Do you find that Asian men are fundamentally unattractive?

A)Yes.

Q) Do you think that white culture, white appearance, and white masculinity is more appealing?

A)Yes.

Q) Do you know what it’s like to be an Asian (even bi-racially) male in America?

A) Asian woman:No.White male:No.

Q) Do you believe that personality and character matters?

A)No, being white matters for a potential partner.

Q) Do you know what it’s like to be bi-racial?

A)Of course not.

Q) What will you tell your son if he is rejected for the exact same reason you reject Asian males?

A)At least my son will only be half-Asian.

Q) Do you believe that saying that “at least my son will be half Asian” is a healthy way to raise a child?

A) Look, get off my fucking back. I like what I like, okay? It’s my son, and I’ll love him regardless of what he looks like.

Q) Do you have any idea what it is like to be born from a woman who hates Asian males, and what it’s like to be a Eurasian male in America?

A) No, no I do not.



Here is an entry he made asking commenters to try and change his mind. I thought his responses in the comments section were pretty funny. His response when someone tells him to stop whining:


You’re a cuckold, plain and simple. Your worth was ALREADY DECIDED by your parents. LOL at pretending you can eat at the same table as a white man… looks like I touched a nerve with you. You are, and always will be, inferior to white men.

Let’s see how you’re going to argue against it.

How are you going to say it’s not true?

YOUR MOTHER BELIEVED IT.


https://longingfordeath.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/someone-change-my-mind/

And some banners he posted on his site:

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I honestly didn’t know which post to quote, since they all sound equally insane.
 
Hello! I didn’t think I’d have a personal lolcow to share, but I stumbled across a blog and I made an account to share with you all. I think I found an Elliot Rodger 2.0:

https://longingfordeath.wordpress.com/

The author describes himself as a half white half Asian who rants about white men with Asian women, and how their kids will grow up mentally ill.

Here is his bio:

EVERY HAPA BOY IS BORN KNOWING THAT HIS MOTHER VALUED RACE AND PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ABOVE ALL THINGS; SOMETHING HE CAN NEVER BE. SOMETIMES HE CAN PASS, OTHER TIMES HE COMES OUT LOOKING ASIAN. HIS OWN MOTHER DELIBERATELY SELECTED HIS FATHER FOR ONLY ONE THING: HIS RACE, A RACE THAT THE HAPA CAN NEVER BE. THE HAPA RECOGNIZES THAT HIS MOTHER DISCOUNTED EVERY ASIAN MALE REGARDLESS OF HIS CHARACTER, THE SAME EXPERIENCE THAT THE HAPA SON WILL EXPERIENCE AT LEAST ONCE IN HIS LIFE. NO ASIANS, THE HAPA'S MOTHER SAID. NO ASIANS. THAT'S WHAT THE EURASIAN IS. AN ASIAN. THE HAPA'S MOTHER REWARDED WHITE SUPREMACY WHEN THE WHOLE WORLD FIGHTS IT; THE HAPA'S MOTHER REWARDED WHITE PRIVILEGE WHEN THE EURASIAN CANNOT EXPERIENCE IT, OR IF HE DOES, FEELS GUILT ABOUT IT. THIS IS THE DIARY OF AN IVY LEAGUE EDUCATED HAPA THAT HAS NOTHING BUT DISGUST AND HATRED FOR BOTH HIS PARENTS. DON'T BELIEVE ME? AS IF CHILDHOOD PICTURES WEREN'T ENOUGH; GO TO REDDIT.COM/R/HAPAS TO SEE OTHER HAPAS WHO FEEL THE SAME WAY

Here is an entry he made where he addresses Asian women with a Q & A he made up:

So, you say, you think you can raise healthy Eurasian children. Let’s do a run-through of your thought process. Answer the following questions as honestly as you can; I will write what we all know your answer is, regardless of how willing you are to admit it.

Q) Do you find that Asian men are fundamentally unattractive?

A)Yes.

Q) Do you think that white culture, white appearance, and white masculinity is more appealing?

A)Yes.

Q) Do you know what it’s like to be an Asian (even bi-racially) male in America?

A) Asian woman:No.White male:No.

Q) Do you believe that personality and character matters?

A)No, being white matters for a potential partner.

Q) Do you know what it’s like to be bi-racial?

A)Of course not.

Q) What will you tell your son if he is rejected for the exact same reason you reject Asian males?

A)At least my son will only be half-Asian.

Q) Do you believe that saying that “at least my son will be half Asian” is a healthy way to raise a child?

A) Look, get off my fucking back. I like what I like, okay? It’s my son, and I’ll love him regardless of what he looks like.

Q) Do you have any idea what it is like to be born from a woman who hates Asian males, and what it’s like to be a Eurasian male in America?

A) No, no I do not.


Here is an entry he made asking commenters to try and change his mind. I thought his responses in the comments section were pretty funny. His response when someone tells him to stop whining:


You’re a cuckold, plain and simple. Your worth was ALREADY DECIDED by your parents. LOL at pretending you can eat at the same table as a white man… looks like I touched a nerve with you. You are, and always will be, inferior to white men.

Let’s see how you’re going to argue against it.

How are you going to say it’s not true?

YOUR MOTHER BELIEVED IT.


https://longingfordeath.wordpress.com/2015/09/24/someone-change-my-mind/

And some banners he posted on his site:

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I honestly didn’t know which post to quote, since they all sound equally insane.

For people like that I always can't help but think "and personality was always entirely out of the question..."

I wanna slap a giant [citation needed] on his claim about mental health statistics.
 
After a while of watching, I may have an lolcow group to share. There's this game company, and they used to be unique for their kid-friendly fantasy browser games. Fast forward to 2012 onwards, and it seems fame and an overeager CEO have gone to their heads.

The most recent silly stunt that was brought to my attention? The CEO wanted a barmaid NPC for a PG13 game based off this.

Normally I would have turned a blind eye, but this CEO still insists their browser games are family friendly and did not credit the artist he took inspiration from.
 
Looks like shitposting in chat actually has value, since guess what? I have a few more Benito stories that I can foist off on you. Since he's sort of a saga of terrible, I've made it a point to organize my stories; for those who haven't read any of them here they are in all of their terrible glory:

Part I: I Stole Food From the Homeless
Part II: It's Not Coolwhip, it's Lard
Part III: I Must Consume your Newborn Child
Part IV: You Use Soap?
Part V: Reader's Special
Part VI: Editor's Response #1
Part VII: Editor's Response #2
Part VIII: Do you Even Lift?
Part IX: Editor's Response #3
Part X: Da Bubble King: Benito in Action
Part XI: His Parents Have Given up on Him
Part XII: Destroyed Five Toilets... Almost too Many to Count

Now that you've begun screaming, let's go.

So I have hammered Benito regularly over his weight and eating habits like the fatshaming pig I am. So let's get out of that and get a bit more into his personal hygiene. Now as mentioned, Benito smells like a genuine corpse of a bum who shit himself; this is because motherfucker has never bathed with soap. Why? Because no one told him that you use soap. But it's not just bathing Benito failed at; he also sucked shit at keeping his mouth healthy.

Ben's teeth are pretty bad; he has regular tooth pains whenever he eats sweets and especially chocolate, which is liquid agony for him. My guess is he doesn't know what toothpaste is either, so he either brushes without it or none at all. This has culminated in what I call Benito's super power.

The situation was that Benito's dad decides to get his worthless son to do something instead of eat him out of house and home. He has the perfect job too; mow the lawn. This isn't even remotely work either; Benito's family only owns about an acre of land and they have a tractor mower to do this with. So it isn't exactly a labor of Herakles here; he can just sit there and mow da lawn. But Benito is still fucking mad, because how dare he have to do work instead of sitting there and eating swiss cake rolls.

Benito spits in disgust on his dad's car and waddles off to do this backbreaking labor. The next day, my pal and unfortunate Benito magnet Cole walks by, ready to do some extra yard work for Benito's dad. He glances at the car, and notices something amazing. Where Benito spat on his dad's car, the paint peeled off.

How the fuck that happened I still don't know. My two best guesses deal with his mouth hygiene; either his fucking spit picked up on some of the acidity of sodas he likes, or his mouth bacteria has a strain that can eat paint. I don't want to know for sure, I just hope that terrorists don't get any ideas from this.

And now, since that was a fairly quick story; let me tell you the tale of Benito trying to find a job.

Benito was eventually pressured by his parents to find a job. I believe this was in the same vein as his dad's reasoning for Benito to mow the lawn; grow some fucking responsibility son. The fact that Benito equals their own combined food bill may or may not factor into this, but I like to think it did.

So anyways Benito needs to find a job to get his parents off his back, and it just so happens that the local branch of Fedex was looking for people at the time. Desperately I might add, since at the time, they were going through a labor shortage and was looking for all the help that they could get. So even though Benito is a mockery of human form and stupid as shit, he might be on to something. Bonus points since Cole was considering getting a shift so he could help pay for college, and he delusionally thought my buddy Cole liked him as a friend. Doesn't matter though since he fucked up colossally, before he even got the job no less.

How did he buttfuck getting a job? There's a few reasons why. He first never bothered to send in a resume, not that I think Benito knows what a resume is. Secondly, he never bothered to schedule an appointment with an HR fella or anything like that, again owing to Benito being stupid. Thirdly was Benito's technique, or lack thereof.

As Cole was waiting for his interview, Benito waddled in looking like he just got out of bed, and smelling as he usually does. He oozes up to the secretary's desk and goes "Cannigetajob?". He literally said it like that too by the by.

The lady just looks at him, and goes no. Mainly because of all the things Benito didn't do, but partially because he's a walking liability. He then just meekly said "okay" and slid away. After that, he never tried getting a job again, in spite of his delusion of wanting to be a youth pastor. To this day Benito is unemployed, and probably on the dole due to being this big of a fuck-up.
 
I've got a long one for you today. Spoilering it because it's long as fuck. This sounds completely insane, but I swear to Christ that I didn't make it up. Every single goddamn word of this is true:
I know this one guy who could probably considered a lolcow. I don't want to mention his name, so I'll call him "Khalid," because he's Middle-Eastern. He looks kind of like a fusion between Eugene Levy and Andy Dick. Khalid's problems actually may stem from legitimate mental disorders, though it's extremely hard to tell because he changes the narrative of his life so often that you just have to take everything he says with a grain of salt. I've never actually met him in person, he's a part of my online social circle. I don't really like him, but the people who are in a position to kick him out of the group do, so I either have to tolerate him, or I don't get to hang out with my friends.

Anyway, when I first met him, he was pretending to be someone else entirely. He gave a different name for himself, claimed to be white when he isn't, and said that he lived in a different state. He made people up, too. Many times, he'd act like he was going through some sort of emotional turmoil as a result of his family. He claimed to have a ne'er-do-well brother whom his parents favored over him and that his parents had chosen to cut off contact with him. He claimed to have a gay roommate who was a pianist and worked in a deli, but when this roommate actually spoke, it was just him speaking in a slightly different infliction. Of course, nobody actually believed that we were talking to a different person, but he was so adamant about it that we all just kind of decided to play along. Another time, he claimed to have a female friend that he was staying with. The way he "interacted" with her was very flirty. I personally never heard her speak, but others who did told me that it was just him doing another voice. Finally, he claimed that his college roommate was trying to get us all arrested or something. I can't really remember anymore exactly why, but it was a stupid reason and none of us took it seriously. He gave us what he claimed was the guy's number to prank call him, and guess who was on the other line? Yep, it was Khalid. He was doing another voice and yelled at us over the phone. This craziness went on for about three or four months before he finally decided to come clean and reveal that he fabricated practically everything about his life that we knew. The roommate, female friend, and college dormmate did not exist, which was glaringly obvious from the start. Additionally, he didn't have a brother and was actually living with his parents. More on them later.

Oh, but the fun doesn't stop there. I've known this person for about five years, and this was just the first few months.See, Khalid had plenty of his own problems separate from the persona he'd crafted. He claimed that he fabricated said persona because he was "unhappy with himself." He's always been an extremely dependent person. Over the years that I've known him, he's had many female companions that he's been obsessed with. Side tangent: His sexual orientation is extremely inconsistent. When I first met him, he claimed to be bisexual. Then later he said he was straight. Currently, he claims that he's gay. I know for a fact, though, that he's never had sex with anyone, male or female. I know this because he has no filter. At one point, in an apparent attempt to "prove" his homosexuality, he claimed to have had sex with both a man and a woman. He said that he hated his experience with the woman, and didn't even finish, but enjoyed his experience with the man. However, he later admitted that he'd lied about both of these encounters and had never had sex at all. Personally, I doubt he's 100% straight, but I don't really think he's gay, either. I think he says he's gay to be "against the grain," because he sees being gay as taboo or something. But I digress. As I started saying earlier, he's had many female companions that he's obsessed over. He talks about them in a very sexual manner despite claiming to be gay. He NEVER shuts up about whichever girl he happens to be obsessing over during the current month. Every two or three sentences has to do with them. He places them up on these pedestals while acting really creepy around them in person, and then once they get fed up with him and basically tell him to fuck off, then he never shuts up about how they're bad people and he's above them. He has plenty of pictures with them on his own Facebook profile, but he's noticeably absent from their pictures. He meets the majority of these girls when he's hospitalized. Yeah, that's something I forgot to mention. Every six months or so, he suffers a mental breakdown and gets sent to the hospital. In the five years that I've known him, he's been hospitalized no less than eight times.

As I mentioned already, he lived with his parents despite initially claiming that they disowned him and kicked him out. I say "lived" in past tense because his parents have since divorced. He lived with just his father for a while, but now lives with his mother. I've spoken with his mother many times, and she's a lolcow in her own right. She may or may not be an alcoholic. It's really hard to tell. He says she is, but she denies it. At any rate, she behaves very erratically most of the time. She's very confrontational. If she's mentioned at all when in earshot, she'll yell something to the effect of "SHAT DE FACK APP YOU BASTARD!" in her middle-eastern accent. She once told me to go and rape my grandmother. No lie. She starts confrontations, but is completely incapable of argument, so she resorts to saying "you are a child, I am not going to talk to you anymore, because you are not on my level," before...proceeding to argue some more. Khalid claims that she had a boyfriend, and that on one occasion she got so drunk that she passed out in the hallway of their apartment building, and that he and the boyfriend had to carry her back to their apartment, and that once there she came to and started grabbing at the boyfriend's crotch and stuff. This was, like, a week or two into the relationship, and he broke up with her afterward. Whether it really happened or not, I can't say. Khalid tends to lie a lot, and you really can't be sure if anything he says is really true or not. What I do know is that he and his mother sleep together in the same bed...sometimes with her naked. I know this because he's gone on camera several times and shown this (fortunately, I didn't see anything I wouldn't want to). He also makes sexual comments towards her, and has dry humped her several times as she's tried to sleep. In fairness, she can be rather pleasant when she isn't either drunk or suffering through a psychotic episode (whichever the fuck is wrong with her).

His father, I can't really say as much about. Unlike his mother, I've never spoken to his father directly. I only have Khalid's word to go on, but if he is to be believed, his father is a lolcow, too, or possibly a horrorcow. Khalid claims that his father was a massive control freak who ruled every little facet of his life. He was allegedly not allowed to close the door to his bedroom because his father didn't want him to masturbate in there. According to Khalid, his father also kept a journal in which he wrote about how he was sexually attracted to underage girls. He also supposedly used to shit himself regularly, because he'd take laxatives for constipation, and then not go to the bathroom when they'd take effect. What might make him a horrorcow is that he may have sexually abused his son. Again, it's impossible to tell whether or not this stuff really happened or not, but Khalid maintains that during an argument with his father, he angrily told him to "SUCK MY DICK!" He claims that his father responded to this by attempting to pull Khalid's pants down and do just that. He lived with his father for about two years after his parents' divorce, until his father presumably finally got tired of his shit and left the country after dumping him onto his mother.

Believe it or not, Khalid actually did graduate college. He majored in theater and wants to be a successful playwright. He's one of those elitist artsy types who thinks that theater is superior to film because "blah blah blah true art." To his credit, he actually has gotten a few plays produced and performed, and I've read some of his work. It's really not bad. His problem is that he doesn't really follow through with his ideas. He always says about how "(He's) writing a story/play/whatever where..." but it rarely goes beyond that. He doesn't have a job, and has never held a job in his life, so there's really no reason for him to not actually finish these things and get them published/performed. I've even told him this multiple times. He's always like, "yeah, you're right," but he never actually takes the advice. His degree's been largely wasted.

Like your average Tumblr user, he enjoys touting his abnormal psyche. I've never seen any official confirmation of this, but he claims to have been diagnosed with narcissism, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder, and that he's schizoaffective. At least some of these are true, though I'm not sure if he has each and every one of these. He often sends people rapid-fire messages rambling on about stupid shit, mainly because he's manic due to constantly fucking mixing his meds into Red Bull. He'll also claim to be doing something weird or creepy that he may or may not be lying about, then he'll ask, "do you think I'm weird/crazy/a sociopath/a narcissist/etc.?" I think that he wants people to see him as those things so that he can think of himself as unique and special.

He's very suicidal, too. And by "suicidal," I mean ADF suicidal. Actually, no. Honestly, he's probably threatened to kill himself more than ADF has. I don't know how many times he's threatened it, but I can help you get an idea of it with a story. A couple years ago, about 2012-ish, he'd threatened to kill himself yet again. My other friend and I had heard this a million times at this point, so we were basically like, "yeah, okay, have fun. See you tomorrow." Well, turns out that he legitimately did attempt to kill himself that time. He got into his (parents') car and turned the engine on while in the garage and waited to pass out. Again, he'd threatened this many times before, so we just assumed that he was acting. He probably would have died if his mother didn't just so happen to walk into the garage at that very moment and catch him. I asked him later why he did it, and he flat-out admitted that it was just for attention. Since that incident, he's threatened to kill himself dozens more times, but hasn't ever gone that far with it, so nobody really takes it seriously. Related: Sometimes he'll claim to have cut himself if we piss him off in some way, but when he's told to prove it on camera, he either refuses, just has a papercut, or no cut at all!
Wow, that was a lot of typing! And honestly, I didn't even tell you guys everything, but I'd typed so much already and I didn't want it to be too long. If you wanna know more, then let me know. That is, if you believe me when I say that this is real. I know, it's probably hard to believe that one person could be like this, but somehow it exists.
 
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This is pretty funny, please tell more. I actually have a few questions:
You mentioned seeing him on camera, how does he look like? Is super overweight or underweight? Or does he look relatively normal?

Also what are his living conditions like?
 
I've got another Khalid story. It's about the time he actually set out on his own...for, like, a month:

Despite being completely dependent on her, Khalid hates his mother. She "triggers" him. Yes, he unironically uses the word "trigger," and no he doesn't use Tumblr. As previously detailed, his mother is a lolcow herself, so I actually can't blame him for that. I'd probably hate living with her, too. His family appears to be at least moderately wealthy. His mother doesn't work presently, but when she did, she claimed that her annual salary was "well over" $50,000. She worked in a school environment, though she wasn't a teacher. I'm not sure exactly what she did, but she worked with, like, autistic kids and stuff. I'm not sure if she'd actually make that much money or not. Anyway, Khalid decided that he wanted to get out of that house and live on his own. So, he got some money from his mother and did just that. He found some real life friends who were living together and had vacancy to take in another roommate, so he moved in with them. At first, nobody believed him. He's a pathological liar, after all, so why would we?

But as it turned out, he genuinely did move out of his mother's house and in with some friends. He did a house tour and showed that yes, he was in a different house living with different people. This was actually a positive development in his life. It's pretty clear that he's the way he is mostly due to his fucked up parents. When he's away from them, he's much more pleasant to interact with. He still didn't have a job, but he claimed to be working from home writing essays. The validity of this is a bit sketchy. See, I started asking him questions about it, because he claimed to have made $500 in a week, and that sounded pretty good to me, so I wanted to do it too, but I wanted to make sure it was legit and not a scam or a waste of time or anything. Given his history of pathological lying, I asked him to show me PayPal transactions to prove that he was really making as much as he said he was. This caused him to become defensive. He agreed to show some, but not all, of these transactions. That leads me to believe that he lied about how much money he was making. At one point, he claimed to have gotten a job at a restaurant busing tables. This may have been believable if not for the fact that 1.) he has no idea how long it takes to get a job. The way he talked, it was as though he simply walked into the restaurant and got instantly hired, and 2.) he talked to us one time while actually claiming to be on break. But he clearly wasn't at work because there was a distinct lack of ambient sounds that would be present if he were really at work on break. He later admitted that he lied about the restaurant job.

A few days after this, I found out that he'd gone back to live with his mother. How did this transpire? Well, she went to where he was staying and took him home, as though he were a five-year-old. All the progress he'd made was completely erased, and he went back to being the same annoying idiot he'd always been. Months later, I'd learn that there were actually two reasons for him leaving. His roommates had him kicked out for erratic behavior, and he'd wracked up a $2,000 debt due to his inability to manage money. I'm not sure about the erratic behavior, but I do know that he'd wracked up his debt by taking daily trips to restaurants and several visits to Busch Gardens. Of course, his mother had to bail him out, and she did so without question. That's another thing about his mother: She's very enabling.
 
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