When people said he was writing a Tiny Tim fan fic I always thought it was going to be about the old singer who sang Tiptoe Through the Tulips in falsetto. Which I thought was pretty odd, but still would be more interesting than this.
Yikes, a threat of violence on Twitter. This is exactly what we were warned Elmo's bumbling would lead to!
Only a fat faggot with bitch tits would brag about owning a Mustang in the year of our lord 2022.
You'd best not piss him off or he will demonstrate his enormous
It runs on mid-life crisis tears.
This dude is such a mean-spirited, nasty piece of work I can't feel a shred of pity for him. I hope he enjoys Christmas drinking alone at the bar while PCJ's family remembers the loving father and husband lost.
There's no way Fat will ever go the self-publishing route. He can't even figure out how to use Mastodon, there's no way he's capable of putting in the effort to figure out all the steps to get his manuscript from his sticker-coated laptop to the Amazon marketplace.
It's quite hilarious that this guy's whole life revolves around trying to prove that he's a big, tough, smart guy while nobody both near and far away from him gives a shit. Fuck, Fatso Jack is more accomplished in life than this guy, he's an awful cook but his infamy is well earned precisely because of how bad he is. That makes him entertaining, while Fatrick is simply the most pathetic, insecure fat fuck I have seen in my entire life. He couldn't even be the jolly fat guy, no, he's got to be the self-important asshole that can't help but scream to the World about his delusions of grandeur and act derisive to people who commit any minor slight against him. Frankly, I believe I was wrong about him earlier: It isn't a surprise that someone didn't beat this lardass to a pulp, it's the most natural outcome. He's irrelevant, pathetic, and self-destructive to a point where you don't need to do anything at all for him to make a clown out of himself!
Judging from publicly available records involving his activity in the insurance industry, it's obvious that he has a regular 9-5 now (that Niki probably forced him to get). So any writing he does is after his day job. It takes a shit ton of time to write an entire book. On top of that, I imagine it is extremely difficult to find the drive to do so knowing that there is zero guarantee anyone will publish it, and once he finally finishes, he's going to be pitching it to people who know full well that not one of his books has turned a profit in almost 10 years. As someone who is addicted to alcohol, food, and Twitter, the 4 hours a day or so that I'm sure he blocks out to put into his "art" I'm sure is mostly a procrastination sesh.
Rick is an avid reader of Project Rho, obviously. He just doesn't really understand the words and meaning, so he mixes up "reactant" and "reaction", and generally makes a mess out of things.
On the subject of Thanksgiving, Fat said that he had two family dinners lined up. But didn't Fat play DnD one night, and then publicly announce some non-Thanksgiving activity (or spend the whole night obsessively childing Twitter) and never had any family dinners at all?
This doesn't make any sense. If it's just "reactant mass" that could be anything. Without being specific, this sentence tells the read with any knowledge of science that they got rid of every single thing that could react with another substance. This dumb fuck wants to pretend he has a PhD in science?
"Fuck other authors! Buy my books fuckers!"
My wife has more balls than this "man" and she gave birth to three Jews.
