Personal Lolcows - Lolcows in your personal life.

Back in college my friends and I started going to an open mic night at this coffee shop. We were in a college town out in the middle of nowhere so it's about what you would expect. There was coffee and we were dorks and assumed there would be women there. There were (none of them good looking), but there was also Autistic Allen.

Allen wrote poetry centering around the need for a return to the good old days. By good old days I mean that, Allen was obsessed with living in late 1800s London, right down to his top hat, cane, and scarf. He also hated women with a passion because they were all, "harlots" and "would not date a gentleman of style and taste (him)." Dude also talked like a snake-man, and would hiss when he lost his train of thought or if one of the women would read feminist writings, which happened all the time because it was an open mic night at a coffee shop in a liberal college town. He's really what kept me going back to that coffee shop. I'd usually manage to drag a couple people along under the guise that we were being intellectual, but I really just wanted to watch Allen do his thing and laugh under my breath.
 
I have an amusement-annoyance relationship with Roger's exaggerations. I will admit that he did a unique twist on his usual stories about his uncle who he claims picks fights and tries to beat him. Today I learned that he has two uncles (I don't know if there is only one is abusive uncle or both are) that are ninjas, but his dad is also not only a ninja, but Bane from DC Comics who escaped from prison after Roger defeated him with his super powers.

He was upset that his uncle (he had as of yet to reveal that there were two) hadn't contacted him lately and now he can't find him. He wants to find ninja-uncle so he can challenge him to a fight and defeat him with his sword (his sensei has been teaching him) which has two blades at each end and a hook. Then he also got the blue scarab that Blue Beetle owns (the Jaime Reyes version) on his back and couldn't get the powers to work when he tried to show me them. But he plans to use it and all his powers to defeat General Zod and was miffed that he didn't think he could. So I suggested he use Kryptonite and about ten minutes later, he told me that he defeated him. And the last one was he's going to get a fire dragon tattoo all over his back and that he can take the pain with no problem.
 
Sorry if this is neither your standard post for the topic nor good quality, I'm quite shit at explaining things.

a few users such as @KatsuKitty and @dollarhuviya would probably know about this but my personal lolcow would have to be the Opie and Anthony show aswell as its fandom. After a steady decline in quality in the radio show as well as the firing of one of the hosts for racial comments after being attacked, the whole thing went from kinda meh talk radio show to a real life soap opera. The fans got pretty damn salty that Greg "Opie" hughes didnt really fight for his former co-hosts job. shit eventually began spiraling out of control after Anthony Cumia talked about his shitty work relationship with Greg, so much so that it got to the point where the fans where both attempting to drive Greg mad and ruin his job over twitter. At the end of last year Anthony Cumia assaulted his Girlfriend at the time "Dani", Thus turning this autistic frankenstiens monster on the last creator. Just recently Ant came to the subreddit where a good portion of the fans reside and tried to demonize them and mock them, even after previously doing the opposite, saying such things as "Hate Speech" and threatening to get the sub shut down. Irony is These are the assholes who not only have said their fair share of "Hate Speech" over the radio, but also made a bit to mock other radio shows while their fans harrass them on either the radio or their social media pages for an event called 'Jocktober'.

Again, sorry if this post is shit but yeah. if one of the other two could fill in some blanks im probably drawing or do this better they are welcome to.
 
Sorry if this is neither your standard post for the topic nor good quality, I'm quite shit at explaining things.

a few users such as @KatsuKitty and @dollarhuviya would probably know about this but my personal lolcow would have to be the Opie and Anthony show aswell as its fandom. After a steady decline in quality in the radio show as well as the firing of one of the hosts for racial comments after being attacked, the whole thing went from kinda meh talk radio show to a real life soap opera. The fans got pretty damn salty that Greg "Opie" hughes didnt really fight for his former co-hosts job. shit eventually began spiraling out of control after Anthony Cumia talked about his shitty work relationship with Greg, so much so that it got to the point where the fans where both attempting to drive Greg mad and ruin his job over twitter. At the end of last year Anthony Cumia assaulted his Girlfriend at the time "Dani", Thus turning this autistic frankenstiens monster on the last creator. Just recently Ant came to the subreddit where a good portion of the fans reside and tried to demonize them and mock them, even after previously doing the opposite, saying such things as "Hate Speech" and threatening to get the sub shut down. Irony is These are the assholes who not only have said their fair share of "Hate Speech" over the radio, but also made a bit to mock other radio shows while their fans harrass them on either the radio or their social media pages for an event called 'Jocktober'.

Again, sorry if this post is shit but yeah. if one of the other two could fill in some blanks im probably drawing or do this better they are welcome to.
I see what you're saying. I've witnessed how weird and fucked up the situation has become with not only that show but a lot of the disgruntled, disillusioned fans in it. They are like lost souls and it's weird but the cycle keeps being fed constantly by everyone in that group. Anthony becoming a doxer and his friend Keith the Cop making promises that he couldn't keep didn't help matters either. It is to the point where even the subreddits for the show and its affiliates have become the real entertainment in themselves, sometimes you can even find some a-logs of the hosts too. I think it's gone too far in some instances and I can maybe see a Community Watch thread for this working actually.
 
There is a guy in one of my economics courses who wears the same tracksuit to class every day and is asian. I don't know whether this qualifies him as a lolcow but I think that it makes him creepy looking
 
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Ooooooooh, have I got a story for you today. It's about a girl named "Gloria". Upon first appearance, she looks like a typical anime sperg/part-time tumblrina. When I first met her, I assumed she would be this quiet, eccentric girl that would just keep to herself and her dank animu drawings (she's a terrible artist btw). But events would occur that made me realize she was much, much, worse than I thought.

Lets start when everyone got together for a seminar about Beowulf. Now if you know some history behind the poem, the version we know isn't likely the TRUE & HONEST version of Beowulf but an abridged version made by 11th Century Christian scholars. To what extent that it was abridged, we'll never know. But that doesn't really matter anyway because Gloria felt it was the perfect leeway into a rant about those gosh dern Christians. She seems to believe that the mindset of a Christian today is still stuck in that of the Crusades with even more OPPRESSED WOMYNS. A large part of her rant was a story of when she had an argument with her grandmother about why we aren't praying for the Devil's salvation. Based on her description, she has very little knowledge of the Bible and pretty much every other religious text's version of Satan and only describes what she knows from anime and Shin Megami Tensei where the Devil is a sexy anti-hero who only wished to free the angels. Her grandma's response was essentially "That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard". No one actually cared, of course, but this moment did make sure everyone kept their distance from her.

And now for the main event: the day she was triggered. I guess she considers it an impressive feat that she's a lesbian. Now unfortunately, I wasn't actually present when all this happened, this is all second-hand information. Anyways, she sat by her spergy self while these two guys were talking nearby. One of the guys happen to have mentioned the word "faggot", which REEEEEAALLY set her off because, you know, gay people are appalled by the word faggot and would never use it in any way to avoid potential triggers. The guys found this funny, and were able to get another person to use the word "faggot" in another conversation. Hearing the word once, you piss her off, but hearing it twice? She will go off on an autistic rampage about how much the word triggers her because of her oppressed lesbian life in an environment that's overall very accepting of LGBT beliefs. It got to the point where she actually started crying and had to send herself home to talk about with her also lesbian mother.

Now I mentioned before in the Otherkin thread a girl that I know that believes she's spiritually a wolf (I'll talk about her another time). I only mention her because her and Gloria are very good friends, because she has an attraction to fucking idiots. She's also dating a good friend of mine, unfortunately. However, because my friend is so knee-deep in spergs thanks to his girlfriend, he's learned a lot about Gloria. The most important thing to note is that she was sent to be tested by her parents to see if she is genuinely retarded. While she tested negative, she's very sensitive about that story and frequently points it out to prove her normalcy, not that it actually works.

EDIT: I know for a fact she has a tumblr. I'm in the process of finding out the name and seeing if there's anything fun to show here
 
Allen wrote poetry centering around the need for a return to the good old days. By good old days I mean that, Allen was obsessed with living in late 1800s London, right down to his top hat, cane, and scarf. He also hated women with a passion because they were all, "harlots" and "would not date a gentleman of style and taste (him)."

Oooh.... an Autistic Jack the Ripper!
 
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I'm really tired right now, but I can't sleep, so I'll tell you all about my very first lolcow. I'll edit any mistakes I might make when I'm less tired.

So, back in the ancient year of 2006, I became active on TV.com. I was really young at the time, and it had notes and cool bits of trivia about my favorite shows. I thought it was pretty neat, and signed up for an account. It was one of the first sites I ever registered for.

It also had a forum. The first forum I was ever active on, to be precise. The userbase was pretty cool, and it was less autistic than you'd expect a TV show forum to be...except for one fucking guy.

This guy, whom we'll call "Captain Charisma," because his username was based on the wrestler Christian, was probably the first online lolcow I've ever had the "pleasure" of witnessing.

Captain Charisma was constantly creating "elimination game" threads in the cartoon subforums. How that worked was he made a list of character names with numbers next to them. People playing would "heal" a character (add to that character's number) and "hurt" another (subtract from the number), and continue on until one wins. Yeah, it's very autistic.

Anyway, not too many people actually played these games, but he'd keep on making them. Eventually, the staff got sick of them and started deleting them. He sperged out in the forums and his profile. He'd insult them and even threaten them. Sometimes it'd be subtle (like repeatedly telling them "don't make me mad"), while other times they were straight-up death threats. Miraculously, he was never banned for this, though the staff DID warn him a few times (which I know because he'd post a new blog bitching about the site each time they did). My guess is that he knew some higher-up at the site. Either that or their moderation team was mostly incompetent.

He wasn't any more pleasant to the other users. He'd openly insult them and often got into fights with them during his elimination game sperg-outs. People would make fun of him sometimes in other threads for it, and he'd often respond to obvious troll posts as though they were legitimate.

I never really interacted with him personally, but he was a frequent visitor to many of the same subforums as me so I saw a lot of him. I remember finding his antics entertaining, so I started actively observing him.

TV.com got a drastic redesign. I didn't really like it very much, so I mostly stopped going there. I briefly went back in 2008 or 2009, though, pretty much to check in. Guess who was still an active member of the site, and somehow avoided getting banned for that whole length of time. Yep. Captain fucking Charisma.

He seemed to have abandoned the site's forums (or maybe he'd gotten banned from them), but he still regularly posted entries to his page's personal blog (they've since removed this feature), and wrote reviews for different TV shows. The blog posts were mostly stupid "Top 10" lists that nobody read, and each one of them had zero comments. He started claiming to be a critic for some local magazine of his, but when I actually googled the name he gave out of curiosity, nothing relevant came up. The idea that even a local magazine would hire him was pretty fucking laughable too. His writing style was simplistic, and a lot of it was plagiarized. This was around the time Doug Walker started getting popular, and a decent amount of the entries on his stupid lists were word-for-word transcripts of things Walker said in his videos. It was pretty easy to tell the difference between stuff he wrote himself and stuff he stole from other people. There'd be this eloquently worded sentence followed by some simplistic "captain obvious" statement.

His reviews weren't much better. A lot of them were plagiarized from different people too, but the ones that weren't were the real highlight. They were incredibly spergy. One that I remember was a review of that Cartoon Network show, Squirrel Boy. He pretty much detailed about how he got so mad that he cried the first time he saw the show, and blamed it for replacing Looney Tunes (despite the fact that CN stopped showing Looney Tunes in 2004, two years before Squirrel Boy premiered). TV.com had a minimum word count for reviews, which made it painfully obvious when he couldn't think of stuff to say. He'd literally type filler words like "umm" and "uhh" in as a way to boost his word count. Sometimes, he even went as far as copying and pasting the text multiple times to make it look like he'd written more than he had. He also reviewed WWE Raw, and the way he worded certain things suggested that he believed that wrestling was real. His reviews were also deleted a lot, and he'd complain about that in his blog, with his familiar antics of vague and not-so-vague threats.

I'm sure that there's a lot that I'm leaving out, but I've got to go from memory. I tried to check in on him again recently, but unfortunately I couldn't find his profile. I'm guessing that they finally got around to kicking him off the site. It's a shame, really. Had Kiwi Farms been around back then, he'd probably have been worthy of his own thread. I'm sure he's still out there somewhere, though. Who knows? Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find him again one day.

Oh, and I remember his profile said that he was born in, like, 1988 or 1989. Past the point where this kind of behavior would be considered excusable.

Update: I remember that people who got sick of his elimination games used to make up fake characters to troll him with. One that I remember specifically was when he kept getting pissed off at people in a Futurama game because they were "healing" and "hurting" nonexistent characters like "Zember" and "Zeeblo."
 
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Update on Norman

His mom offered him 2,500 a month to watch over his dad at his dad's house. This is 2.5k free, no bills or rent to pay

His response was to call her a cunt and storm out. That's how much he hates work.

Also, he can only wear designer jeans because they somehow hide his fatness. He outright refuses to buy jeans under 100 bucks. He's 300 lbs. It's label whore-ism.
 
I got one. In my second year of college there was this fella in my creative writing class and he pretty much became the local lolcow in my circle of friends. I called him "Ski Mask".

Ski Mask was interesting from day one, because he would make extremely rude, unsolicited comments to people, such as when he once told a chubby girl not to stand on the heating grate, which was made of thick industrial steel, because it "probably wouldn't be able to hold her". When our first round-table sharing session rolled around, all he would offer up were comments that were either irrelevant or bluntly rude despite his writing being nothing unique or well-written. When his day finally arrived, he walked into class wearing a fucking ski mask that covered everything but his eyes (this was in the beginning of fall, and we still had summer temperatures). Upon seeing him, one girl actually walked out because she "refused to get shot". When another girl asked him what the mask was for, first he freaked out because she called it a "ski mask" rather than a "balaclava", and then he explained that he needed it to read. When the professor (who let the kid wear the mask because he didn't want to argue with a 20-something year-old loony) gave him the okay to read, Ski Mask sat there in silence while looking vaguely constipated for at least five minutes "trying to find the right voice". Once he decided he had found "the right voice" he launched into his narration, using a different shitty accent for every character, which made it even harder to understand what he was saying, as his mouth was concealed under a good half inch of heavy cotton fabric.

This kid needed his special mask every time to read, and the one time he forgot it on a day when he had to read he freaked the hell out, screeching: "I FORGOT MY MASK!" in this shrill voice. That was the one time I ever saw my professor (bless his soul for being so chill even when getting annoyed) get a little testy with the kid, since he didn't want the entire class to fall behind schedule because Ski Mask forgot his mask. Ski Mask eventually did read that day, but instead took twice as long sitting there squinting into space and turning red as he tried to find "the right voice".

Ski Mask also had this intense fixation (that often transformed itself into fear) on anything even vaguely related to romantic physical affection or sex. We were encouraged to write pieces about our life, and the general 'rating' of a piece could be anything from G to R, and mild sexual content was allowed. One girl (ironically the one who left because she feared Ski Mask would go full school shooter on us) who enjoyed writing very honest pieces about her life would occasionally write about her past crushes or ex's in the form of creative essays or poetry. One of her poems made an allusion to sex, and during question/critique time, Ski Mask questioned her about the man's hands. When she was like "why?" he replied that "if his hands were big then I would know if his, you know, was big too." The next time the same girl read a piece that was similar yet far more explicit, Ski Mask turned tomato red and began full on sobbing into his hands. After the sobbing incident if any student wrote anything with sex he would hyperventilate or look like he was on the verge of tears. Oddly though, once the piece was over and we opened the class for discussion, he would zero in on the romantic/sexual part of it with bizarre and often offensive questions no normal human being would ever ask. To fuck with him I wrote a PG romance story between two gay men, and he squirmed in his seat and made these squeaky noises whenever one character would peck the other on the cheek or say "I love you".

Somewhat disturbingly, he would also take things that were completely non-sexual and then accuse the author of writing a "very sexual piece". I wonder if he was a fucking lolicon or some pedo shit, because the first time he did this to me was when I wrote a fantasy short about an eight year-old boy who befriends a dryad girl of the same age. He asked me if she was naked in a scene when he hugs her. He accused many pieces of being sexual, but one of the funniest was when a girl wrote a poem about mac and cheese being her favorite food, and Ski Mask went on an on about how "sexual" it was because bread and mac and cheese remind him of vaginas.
 
An ex of mine from high school was a enormous lolcow.

So when I was around 17 I went to debate camp, because that's where you go if you're not smart enough for math camp, and are too much of an asshole for band camp. There is where I met my ex, I shall call her Miss MoneyBags, or MMB for short. We met because we were both a bit weird, even for debate camp( I was obnoxus and continually tried to make people laugh/uncomfortable, and she was just not social). We bonded over nerdy shit and depression, exchanged contacts, and planned to hang out after camp, because we were only about 10 miles from each other. Very quickly we started dating.

This is where she starts to become a lolcow.
A little backstory about myself, I was extremely poor throughout my entire childhood and high school years and lived in the straight up hoo with, drive bys and drug dealers(mainly due to my lolcow parents continually trying to sue the government over nothing something like a dozen times, I'll tell that story if anyone is interested). MMB on the other hand, was loaded as fuck. Her parents had big fancy houses in: California, Oklahoma, Virginia, Hawaii, and Maryland. She had an Alienware laptop that she only used as a wordprocessor, a Lexus on her 16th birthday, and didn't have to worry about the cost of college. Along with taking trips to Europe, and going to country clubs, she had other hobbies. Like writing fanfiction, collecting glass birds, going on tumblr, and her personal favorite, threatening scuicide.

Throughout the 9 months of dating her, she "tried" to kill herself over the following things:
Her laptop breaking (it was replaced the same day). Her mom telling her to not stay up until 4am on a school day writing fanfiction. Her ex not agreeing with her on some jesus related issue (she is the daughter of a pastor). Her dad having to leave on a trip to japan for two weeks. Her dad not getting her exactly what she wanted from Japan. Her Starbucks order being wrong. Her mother not liking me. Her mother not wanting her to be on tumblr at 4 am on a schoolday. Getting a B on an exam. Me not agreeing with her on a political issues that I didn't give a shit about. Me making a joke about me going to hell. Her ex not giving a shit about her problems. Her dad saying that being gender fluid is made up bullshit(because it is). And a few other things that slip my mind.

With every one of these crys for attention I would have to bicycle my way to her house, often at an ungodly hour on a day that I had work and school, to "stop" her.

Now you may be asking "Grundlejungle, why did you stay with her for so long? Was she hot? Was the sex amazing. Or where you a gold digger?"
Yes, HAHAHAHA, and no.

She was quite attractive, but the fact that her dad was a pastor and her mom thought that sex=evil ment that we never did the horizontal monster mash, or really anything outside of rarely making out. And I ain't no gold digger (even though I am a broke nigga) because that ain't how I was raised.
In reality I stuck with her because I was a fucking sap and she was my first girlfriend. Also her booty, She had butt for days.

The reason that we broke up is because I found out that she was cheating on me with a some sort of tumblr gendered freak that she met throughout the internet. The funny thing is that as I was breaking up with her she told me to kill myself, to which I responded with "You first."


Fast forward a few years to my third year of community college, I decided to try and contact her (I was drunk), and almost immediately I regretted it. It turns out that she was going to an extremely expensive and exclusive arts college and started going on about the patriarchy and gender fluid otherkin bullshit. She also ended up becoming hilariously unattractive and lost her booty dispite gaining at least 45 pounds.
Tl:dr I was dumb in high school and my dick was compromised .
 
Oooh.... an Autistic Jack the Ripper!

Pretty much. I'd catch him walking around campus from time to time. When he didn't have his cane (which was rare), he'd skulk around all lurched over. Always stuck to the side of buildings too and would peer around corners before proceeding. I think he complimented the ladies a lot too as I distinctly remember seeing him bowing while removing his top hat to a group of girls walking to class. I'm sure he hissed like a madman when they awkwardly laughed and speed-walked away.

Bloody women of the night, I'm ssssssssure.
 
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An ex of mine from high school was a enormous lolcow.

So when I was around 17 I went to debate camp, because that's where you go if you're not smart enough for math camp, and are too much of an asshole for band camp. There is where I met my ex, I shall call her Miss MoneyBags, or MMB for short. We met because we were both a bit weird, even for debate camp( I was obnoxus and continually tried to make people laugh/uncomfortable, and she was just not social). We bonded over nerdy shit and depression, exchanged contacts, and planned to hang out after camp, because we were only about 10 miles from each other. Very quickly we started dating.

This is where she starts to become a lolcow.
A little backstory about myself, I was extremely poor throughout my entire childhood and high school years and lived in the straight up hoo with, drive bys and drug dealers(mainly due to my lolcow parents continually trying to sue the government over nothing something like a dozen times, I'll tell that story if anyone is interested). MMB on the other hand, was loaded as fuck. Her parents had big fancy houses in: California, Oklahoma, Virginia, Hawaii, and Maryland. She had an Alienware laptop that she only used as a wordprocessor, a Lexus on her 16th birthday, and didn't have to worry about the cost of college. Along with taking trips to Europe, and going to country clubs, she had other hobbies. Like writing fanfiction, collecting glass birds, going on tumblr, and her personal favorite, threatening scuicide.

Throughout the 9 months of dating her, she "tried" to kill herself over the following things:
Her laptop breaking (it was replaced the same day). Her mom telling her to not stay up until 4am on a school day writing fanfiction. Her ex not agreeing with her on some jesus related issue (she is the daughter of a pastor). Her dad having to leave on a trip to japan for two weeks. Her dad not getting her exactly what she wanted from Japan. Her Starbucks order being wrong. Her mother not liking me. Her mother not wanting her to be on tumblr at 4 am on a schoolday. Getting a B on an exam. Me not agreeing with her on a political issues that I didn't give a shit about. Me making a joke about me going to hell. Her ex not giving a shit about her problems. Her dad saying that being gender fluid is made up bullshit(because it is). And a few other things that slip my mind.

With every one of these crys for attention I would have to bicycle my way to her house, often at an ungodly hour on a day that I had work and school, to "stop" her.

Now you may be asking "Grundlejungle, why did you stay with her for so long? Was she hot? Was the sex amazing. Or where you a gold digger?"
Yes, HAHAHAHA, and no.

She was quite attractive, but the fact that her dad was a pastor and her mom thought that sex=evil ment that we never did the horizontal monster mash, or really anything outside of rarely making out. And I ain't no gold digger (even though I am a broke nigga) because that ain't how I was raised.
In reality I stuck with her because I was a fucking sap and she was my first girlfriend. Also her booty, She had butt for days.

The reason that we broke up is because I found out that she was cheating on me with a some sort of tumblr gendered freak that she met throughout the internet. The funny thing is that as I was breaking up with her she told me to kill myself, to which I responded with "You first."


Fast forward a few years to my third year of community college, I decided to try and contact her (I was drunk), and almost immediately I regretted it. It turns out that she was going to an extremely expensive and exclusive arts college and started going on about the patriarchy and gender fluid otherkin bullshit. She also ended up becoming hilariously unattractive and lost her booty dispite gaining at least 45 pounds.
Tl:dr I was dumb in high school and my dick was compromised .
I've got a few ex-girlfriend lolcows too, but it's too difficult to go into extensive detail without powerleveling too hard. The golden rule "don't stick your dick in crazy" was something I had to learn the hard way (though, in my defense, they didn't start out that way).
 
This isn't as lolcowish as you might think it is; it's really common place. Blaming race on one's failures is as mundane as dirt. You see it all the time when it comes to politics; the argument that a person's race or creed as a prerequisite to how they'll perform in a power role is one of the most generic arguments on the planet. What if both candidates are white, straight, men? You still have a choice between red and blue, dontchya?

A sad fact of life, it is.

Trump's dumb, angry, anti-immigrant rhetoric appeals to the disadvantaged. It's not like he picked that rhetoric out of a hat. He just borrowed from a long history of populist anti-immigrant bullshit that insurgent candidates have often used in the past in murrica.

Black people are no more immune to this kind of angry idiot bullshit than the rest of us.

I'll grant that anyone is susceptible to his brand of bullshit, including people who embody everything he despises and has made no secret of wanting to kick out of the country; most of my previous post was more to provide background than outright acts of lolcowishness.

But I personally believe that it's at least a little bit stupid to complain about not having food, and then make an unapologetic racist comment at someone who was only trying to help and completely disregard the people that actually have given her a place to crash, food, shower, etc. And then continue to claim that she's the oppressed one (and therefore totally not racist gaiz) after getting called out on her bullshit. At least before deleting the whole original post altogether.

Apparently I either didn't take enough screenshots or I deleted them somehow, but it all started with M complaining about not having food (again) and how racists are keeping her from being able to live independently and that she's going to continue her crusade by protesting at a local mall, closing with a comment about how she will help to stop immigrants from getting "preferential treatment over Americans." Then someone she is/was friends with, who happens to be of Asian descent, had the audacity to suggest possibly finding work at said mall.

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Even after being told that A was born in the US, she continued attacking him and Asians in general.

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Other comments that I thought I grabbed but apparently not were things like M saying that perhaps this is all God's plan to not just make her a good programmer, but a great one, and others calling her out on how the chunk of code she used to apply for a job at Amazon that she was apparently really hopeful for had lots of problems and listed ways to fix it, and she responded with claiming that she "didn't put a whole lot of thought into it."
 
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Oh i've known a few ones, but lately i've been thinking of this one girl who's like a minor version of Disneyfan; she's utterly in love with Mr. Mackey from South Park and often tells me the stories she writes about him. She says she thinks he's a "sweetheart" who's mistreated way too often by the other characters, and she just wishes to kiss him and hug him.

Basically Disneyfan without the porno art.
 
Oh i've known a few ones, but lately i've been thinking of this one girl who's like a minor version of Disneyfan; she's utterly in love with Mr. Mackey from South Park and often tells me the stories she writes about him. She says she thinks he's a "sweetheart" who's mistreated way too often by the other characters, and she just wishes to kiss him and hug him.

Basically Disneyfan without the porno art.

I literally just screamed with joy. More plz.
 
I literally just screamed with joy. More plz.

Her stories weren't sexual, but they were always weird like "Mr. Mackey punishes an adult Cartman with spanking" or "Mr. Mackey travels with Kyle to Israel to defeat the Evil Middle East Monster" and had this weird theory that the creators were planning on working up on the White House once they finished with the show and would oppose most conservative/liberal parties.
 
More Norman

Last week, he spent 3 hours at our apartment, forcing my husband to help him plan out his new life goals or whatever. This includes a real job.

Yesterday, he went to his father's house, told by his mother to clean it up. His dad had gone to the casino (in fact, my husband had driven him there) and instead of calling people to make sure of this, Norman drove up there to make sure his dad was indeed playing poker. He was all 'well I'm here now' and sat down to play as well.

But remember, he was supposed to clean his house. He calls my husband and asks him to do it and promises to pay him or have his mommy pay him. Since we need the money, my husband took it. Later, my husband suggested Norman go apply for jobs near the casino. Norman whines and makes up excuses. During this, he reveals he lost all his money playing poker.

All of this happened before noon.
 
I've got another one. I'm betting that by now, the people in this thread probably think that I'm making some of these up because of how many I've talked about. Nope. I'm apparently just a weirdness magnet. I went to school with this one girl who was pretty much Tumblr personified.
First and foremost, she was enormous. I'm not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that she about as wide as two of me standing side by side. Not sure if other schools did this (probably), but in my school, we'd periodically get called to the nurse's office in groups to get checkups. They'd test the standard shit, like hearing, sight, etc. Somebody ended up learning that she weighed 310 pounds. I'm not sure how tall she was, but she was definitely on the short side, so that made it extra noticeable. Face-wise, she looked a lot like StrikerWolf, and she kind of sounded like a female version of him. Her hair was atrocious. She always kept it tied back in a ponytail, but there would be tons of stray frizz. I doubt she washed it very often, because it always looked extremely unhealthy. She wore glasses, but the frames were too small, so the side parts always looked like they were digging into her head. I'm betting that she ended up getting permanent creases from that, though I'm just speculating. She always had a lot of acne, and her skin had a sort of pinkish color. I used to joke with my friends that she looked like the fat Majin Buu from Dragon Ball Z.

She would dress in the most attention-whoring way imaginable. She was obsessed with shitty "goffick" bands like Black Veil Brides, Blood on the Dance Floor, and Tokio Hotel, so she'd always wear T-shirts of them. Her general demeanor made it crystal clear that she believed that she was "unique" and "special" for listening to these 3edgy5me bands. She also wore a lot of ugly goth makeup, usually drew a stitch across her mouth, and would paint her arms with ugly symbols a lot. She wore fingerless gloves (which only served to accentuate the fact that her fingers looked like stubby pink sausages) and these ugly boots that made this really loud clunking noise when she walked. You could literally hear her walking from the other side of the building, I'm not exaggerating.

She was extremely annoying. She always seemed to talk louder than necessary. I'm not sure if she was attention-whoring, or if she just didn't know she was doing it, but it was obnoxious either way. She was a massive edgelord, too. Always made a point out of the fact that she was an atheist, and would say that she wanted to go to Hell when she died. She was in my history class in 11th grade, and during our lesson on the Romans, our teacher said that we'd be watching the movie Gladiator. Since it was rated R, we all had to get permission slips signed, though. She got all pissy about that, and didn't think that she should have had to get the slip signed because she watched anime. I swear to god that she actually said "I watch anime" to the teacher in the most smug, condescending voice possible. As though she believed that nobody else ever watched anime or knew what it was. The teacher wasn't having any of that shit, though, and he pretty much told her "that's fine, but you still need to get the slip signed." She made some smartass comment that I can't remember anymore, and then sulked for the rest of the period.

During senior year, she was in my English class. The teacher was really receptive to her shit, so she'd never shut the fuck up. Every time the teacher would tell us to turn to a page in our books, this hambeast would always cut in with "six-hundred sixty-six" after the teacher said the word "page." Every. Single. Time. She'd also bring manga books to class and read them loudly. How can someone read loudly, you ask? Well, she'd audibly react to what she was reading, clearly trying to get attention. One day, for example, we all heard "ohh, well that was an interesting twist!" in dead silence while we were taking a test. She also once claimed that some other girl didn't know what "real problems" were, but that she did because other people made fun of her. Thing is, she kinda brought it on, though. She'd act and dress provocatively, after all.

Funnily enough, my cousin Jeffrey factors minorly into this story, too. During our last day of 10th grade, apparently she got stuck behind him and someone that he was talking to while walking in the hallway. She told them to get out of her way and Jeffrey turned around and said "shut up, you fat ugly lesbian." She went into the bathroom and cried. That's what Jeffrey told me, anyway. If it actually happened, then it's kind of funny because she always made a point of "not caring" what other people thought.

But this time, I've got a bonus. Instead of leaving you to go by my word alone, I've actually got a picture of this one:
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If you can't see the date, it's from 2009. More recent pictures are hard to come by, because she stopped taking them. She got progressively fatter since then, though, and this was how she dressed on a typical day. This picture was captioned "sweet blasphemy," because she's an edgy atheist with her arms in prayer position I'm guessing.
I'm sure that there's way more that I'm forgetting. I'll add more if people care, and I remember.

And for future reference, I'm going to call her "Tara" after the author of My Immortal cause she's a XxGoffickGurl666xX. Trust me, it's an improvement. Her actual name was really unattractive. So, it kinda fit, actually. She uses an edgy goff name on social media.
 
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Wonder if she's still up with that emo crap now in 2016.

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Other lolcows I know are these guys I met on DA and another website, and they're the typical manchild virginal autistic 90s kids. Both of them are huge Doug Walker fanboys and have no original bone in their body (first boy is the type to not watch a movie just because Walker says it sucks).

Person A has a bondage fetish, drools over pictures of big breasted cartoon female characters, hates "weak" girly female characters and loves "strong" ones (and then later on faps to pictures of them tied up), has a personality based on what the latest Internet meme/fad tells him to like, spergs massively over the 90s cartoons and the DC cartoons of those times, and whenever he tries to give a critique he comes off as a snob (once i asked him to review a picture I made for him and his comment was literally "this is not good, but it's not bad, i've seen worse") or his "critiques" are just poorly thought up ("this was bad, but this was good, i like this..." all his "movie reviews" are like that).

EDIT: Forgot to mention, Person A is a Sonic fan and HATES Sonichu/Chris Chan. He claims Chris makes "good Sonic fans" like him look bad, and he's never once read any Sonichu comic for fear of turning "insane".

Person B parrots everything Doug Walker says, and his only comments are all the time complaining about movies he doesn't like or actresses that are "whores" to him just because they're ugly or they can't measure up to his beloved goddess that is Judy Garland . He thinks Disney sequels are the greatest movies ever made and despite acting like some "sophisticated" critic with his commentaries, the only movies he watches and genuinely enjoys are shitty kid's films (he's never given a pass to any horror film).

His youtube channel is filled with these, where he spergs out when somebody criticizes one of his faves, but in his mind he's perfectly allowed to criticize other characters and nobody should call him out on it.

It's kinda boring with this guy, because he never does anything fun like join in the forums for playing or make interesting discussions, it's always just "THIS MOVIE SUCKS BC I SAY SO AND EVERYBODY WHO LIKES IT IS A RETARD /WALL OF TEXT/" All of his comments are these long ass rants that nobody reads.
 
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