Let's get this out of the way. You don't know me because I'm not an idiot and I don't broadcast to the universe about my poop preferences, my fetishes or my inner most disgusting thoughts. I don't know Big Todd but since he sets your ass on fire, sure, I'm Big Todd and all the other meanies who are "twenty-nothings" that laugh at you. Does this make you feel better? Have you been vindicated? LOL, shut up, old man.
These are pictures and video that you have taken and then posted publicly. Nobody is going to look at your home and say "wow, that sure is clean!" By admitting you have a vermin infestation cements the fact that you live in squalor and, more to the point, refutes your case that the "fucking tile always looks dirty" when, in fact, there are pictures before you soiled the habitat.
Secondly, why would I contact your landlord? Who cares? This is stupid shit you post in the public domain. It's not stalking. You're just mad about people laughing at you. Get over it. In any case,
you should be calling your landlord. The fact that you don't means you are lazy and not ashamed as proven by your preference to bring used panties and rotting garbage into the place. You also don't give a shit that your neighbors are being plagued by bugs that you've clearly introduced. Vermin follows you wherever you go because you are disgusting.
Finally, I don't care that you won't read this. This is purely for my benefit. When your insults attack me and not the evidence I have provided, you do nothing but prove that I am correct. In turn, you turn into a blubbering whiny pussy who does nothing but screams at clouds. I can meet you in public but why would I want to? More importantly, you don't know me, so why would you want to? Are you going to cry? Piss yourself? Maybe shit your pants and cum?
Crawl back into your dumpster and be mad about it.
