Lou defending his right to be an obtuse cunt in the replies of strangers:
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"I don't know who this woman is"
-Press X to doubt, they've been circlejerking each other's e-begs for months
"she could really use the help"
-lol ok
*insert "writer lou" dig here
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Anyone want to help Lou out here? It's all very fascinating, watching him try to decide between two big tiddy jungle cats named Diana until he gets a nosebleed and collapses.
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This shit is cringe as fuck. Coming from me, that's a lot. As you might be able to tell from the two different video games represented in my avi, I spent most of my time in high school stuffed inside a locker, and even I kind of want to shove his head in a toilet.
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He reminds me of this neighbor I had as a kid. When I was young, my family lived in a basement apartment in one of those big, New-England-looking split-levels, and the lady who lived above us was an absolute online shopping addict. Every day, she would get at least one package. One day, her internet was out, so she knocked on our door to ask if she could come inside and use our computer to shop, because she couldn't last one day without buying some useless bullshit online. It made a huge impression on me. Her life was so damn sad that she needed the sense of waiting on a package to keep her going. There was nothing internal that she could use to fill that void, so she needed Amazon to ship her the Complete Second Season of Sex and the City to convince her to wake up in the morning. That's the level that Lou is operating at. He completely lacks any sense of delayed gratification. Shit, man, even my dog will eat half his food so that he'll have some for when he gets hungry later. Lou's impulse control is worse than that of a Rhodesian Ridgeback.