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In terms of personal, i'd have to say my aunt. We'll call her P.

For as long as my mother can remember growing up with P and her brothers and other sister, P was a bit different from the others in a way. My mother said that when her and her siblings come home from school and talk about something a kid did in class, P would respond saying "Yeah! Bobby did something like that in class too!" and everyone would ignore or shrug what P said. For many years, P would hear people talk about a subject and then jump right in as if she knows it when in reality, she doesn't. It took me about 19 years to notice this because my father knew about it when he met P before i was born. He noticed this when him and my uncles would talk about comic books and Marvel/DC and then P would jump right into the conversation as if she has Marvel/DC knowledge. In reality, she doesn't unless movies count.

During family gatherings, my family talks about whatever. News, TV, actors and a bunch of other things. Most of the time it's a lot of inside jokes or cracking jokes about people and we share a barrel of laughs. When movies are the subject, this is where P shines. My family would talk about a movie they haven't seen or have seen and speak their opinion about it. P would jump right in saying "Oh! Is that so-and-so the guy who played that character?" or "Oh yeah, that movie was great!" while at the same time, everyone ignores P and continues talking. P usually shuts up and doesn't speak unless she can weasel her way in another topic she's clueless about. There was one funny incident. My father wanted to show me what he means by P jumping into conversations she knows nothing about. So what does he do? He trolls P one day by talking about a movie that doesn't cease to exist while everyone is in on it, nodding their head in agreement just to egg it on. What does P do? She talks about as if she has seen it and then my father tells her that he made it up. P sucks her teeth and just mumbles under her breath knowing my father trolled her. Around this time was when i realized my father was right all along.

I'm not sure what P suffers to be this way and my mother has no fucking clue. My mother told me that P has been like this since childhood and her, my other aunt and my uncles grew to zone P out when this happens.

Fun fact: P has a Bachelors Degree in Accounting but is working some 9-5 job, i assume front desk. She isn't working in her major and she's been going to school before i was even born. My father thinks she's never going to stop because she possibly took out student loans and doesn't wanna pay it off. So she goes to college doing online courses so she doesn't have to pay.

Fun fact #2: P has also expressed wanting children even though my father jokes about her saying "Her eggs are dried up". P has talked to my father about this a few times and my father just nods and agrees and doesn't like talking to her about it. I'm not sure she wants kids because most of her brothers and sisters already have kids and she's at the point where she can have a child with an issue due to her age. P was in a relationship with one of her professors many years ago, but i guess that relationship sunk. My parents knew about it but i guess she was stupid enough to tell them. She was also in a relationship with this man that i met once in my life at a family dinner. He may have been an employee at her old job but lets just say the man looked to be in his 50s or 60s and this is when P was in her early 40s/late 30s. The man barely spoke to anyone and from what my parents told me, he was there for free food and had his feet propped up on a chair disrespectfully. After that, he was never seen again.
 
In my part of Berlin, there lives a most surreal looking tranny, the kind who sports a stubble, talks in a voice like a 60-year-old alcoholic man and runs around in a miniskirt, pink leggings and stiletto pumps.

Though, if bizarre people disturb you, you shouldn't even go near Berlin. :lol:

I just wish that people who identify as female would at least put a minimum of effort into looking the part. This person makes Sophie Labelle look like Marilyn Monroe in comparison. This evening (s)he was pedaling around town on a bike (eat your heart out, ADF!) while wearing super-high-heeled stripper pumps. (S)he stopped next to some hobos in order to trade alcohol and cigarettes...

What happened to acting ladylike if you want to be a lady???
 
Oh god. I just remembered an amazing piece of shit I used to have to deal with.

So I'm friends with a group of people who livestream video games, and they have a small but dedicated fanbase. A few years ago, when I had more free time on my hands, they appointed me as a chat moderator.

This fucking kid showed up out of nowhere. DarthNightmaricus. Bragged about being mature for 14 years old, constantly attacked and picked on everyone in the chat, took particular care to go after people who didn't exactly have the best self-confidence. Also did some pretty dumbfuck things like posting his address in the chat on one occasion, starting arguments over things that had just happened and everyone had witnessed, or arguments over things nobody gave a shit about. I think there were multiple times he posted or linked to Pokémon fetish art as well, despite NSFW content being against chat rules (along with basically everything else he did). He'd fit in here if he wasn't such an exceptional idiot.

Now, despite a little off-color or offensive humor here or there, this particular livestream channel does what they can to make the viewers feel welcome and included. And despite being told multiple times why his behavior was upsetting other people, DN refused to cut that shit out. So he was banned from the channel, and also from the offsite forums (where he'd also registered).

But it doesn't end there. Not by a long shot. A long-time chat member (we'll call him E) did some simple Google research and found out that our friend DarthNightmaricus had accounts on many other sites (such as gamefaqs) and had been banned from every single one of those sites as well.

But we're STILL NOT DONE.

Some time after Darth's ban, another new user popped up in a stream, claiming to be a "female identifying hermaphrodite." (A number of the chat regulars are openly LGBT+, so this wasn't THAT weird, aside from people like that generally using the word "intersex" these days.) But this Sailor character starts referencing things from past streams. Channel manager checks the VODs and reports that Sailor accounts for precisely zero of the views. Channel hasn't uploaded anything to YouTube at this point.

I forget exactly how we were able to obtain an IP address – I think "Sailor" registered on the forums. Chat member E looked up the IP info, and was able to match it to the same block as the address that dumbass Darth had posted himself. "Sailor" was banned again for ban evasion.

And despite all of his attempts to get around the ban, he never contacted any of us to ask to be unbanned.

(Fun fact: at one point we were considering buying a bunch of Bad Dragon dicks and having them sent to his house.)
 
Got a vintage cow today. Well, he may be more of a sociopathic scumbag than an actual cow, but I'll tell what I know about him anyway. If he's any kind of cow, it'd definitely be horrorcow though.

My great uncle Dan was my grandma's brother. My family includes Jeffrey, so when I say that Dan was my family's black sheep, it really means something.

As far as I know, he was okay when he was a kid. He got along reasonably well with people.

When he got older, though, he became an absolute nightmare.

He and his wife (who was apparently a real piece of work herself, but I don't know much about her) got a lot of financial help from his mother, my great grandma. They were fine with her while she was helping them, but the minute she was no longer financially capable of doing so, they did a total 180. Nobody in my family really likes to talk about him too much, so I don't know the extent of everything.

What I DO know is that he caused his mother an immense amount of stress, so much so that she eventually had to make regular visits to the hospital because it would greatly exacerbate her health problems. I know of at least one incident where he went to hit her, but his dad got between them and took the hit for her. He got floored, and Dan left afterward. My great grandpa was a pretty tough guy. I never met him, but I know he was a boxer during the depression era, and he could still do one-handed push-ups with each hand at 65. So it stands to reason that Dan would leave after more or less sucker punching him.

Another time, he happened to see my grandpa at a bar and they got to talking. Well, HE got to talking. It was basically just Dan ranting at length about how horrible his mother was, and how he'd never be happy until she was dead. My grandpa just waited for him to finish his little tirade and then calmly and subtly told him how stupid he was being.

He eventually drove her to death, as he was again a big contributor to her poor health. He didn't show up to the funeral, but he TRIED to be there for the will reading. I say "tried" because when his dad saw his car pulling up, he said to lock the door because "that son of a bitch couldn't be bothered to see her when it'd have mattered." She spent a good portion of her life giving Dan what she could, always holding out hope that things would go back to how they were. They never did, and she died while still believing that she could buy back his love.

Less than a year following his wife's death, my great grandpa died too. From what I heard, he just kinda gave up after she was gone. Because it wasn't allowed when this happened, he wasn't able to take Dan out of his will. So for arguably driving both of his parents to their deaths, Dan was rewarded with the vast sum of one dollar.

Dan lived for about 20 more years after this. I'm not sure when exactly he died, or what he died from, but I DO know that whatever it was was very painful for him, and that he had a very horrible death. I think I remember being told that it had something to do with his respiratory system. Only a few people went to his funeral.

Keep in mind that this is only the stuff I've been able to find out about him. I never met him personally, because he died while I was still very young (and nobody bothered with him anyway), and to this day I still don't even know what he looked like because the only pictures I've ever seen of him were from when he was a kid. I'm sure there's a ton of worse shit I don't know.

He holds the distinction of being the only person in my entire family whom nobody has a single good thing to say about. My grandmother is probably the sweetest woman you'd ever know. She doesn't have a bad thing to say about anybody (even Jeffrey is "a good kid going through a bad phase"), but she doesn't like to talk about her brother, and when she DOES talk about him it's always in a bitter, contemptful tone. I've heard him described as "vicious and ignorant."

ADDENDUM: I forgot to mention something else. He was significantly older than his wife. I think they were, like, fourteen years apart. I'm not sure when they were married exactly, but I know it was when she was still of an age where it'd have been considered weird if it happened today.
I met up with my grandmother today and Dan actually came up in conversation (she brought him up). I took the opportunity to try and learn a bit more about him.

The part about him being fine with his parents until they couldn't help him anymore bears elaboration. Dan was a spoiled brat all his life, and got everything he wanted as a kid. Keep in mind that he was born at the tail end of the Great Depression.

I already knew this but forgot to put it in the first message: Dan had a few kids. Defying all odds, they actually turned out okay. I'm not sure if he ever abused them, but I DO know that they were all afraid of him. My grandmother once said to them "with how your parents were, it's a wonder you turned out the way you did." They agreed and said that they say that amongst themselves all the time.

A bit of elaboration on the part about him and my grandfather at the bar: Like I said, he just kinda used my grandpa as a sounding board while he ranted about how he'd not be happy until he saw his mother in her casket and peed on her grave. My grandpa just calmly said something to the effect of "stop worrying about everyone else, and just worry about you and your family."

He's actually on findagrave, but has no text in his entry and no virtual flowers
 
So I had this friend back in college who was a fairly hardcore SJW type person (I'm gonna call him GP). GP was black, and I think he identified as homosexual, but I don't totally remember. He posted some SJW type stuff on facebook that was a bit lolcow-worthy, but one of my friends pointed me to this giant facebook thread of autism that GP created shortly before the Trump inauguration.

GP is censored with brown, while others are censored with their own unique color.
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The TL;DR is that GP doesn't want to explain SJW stuff to white people, saying they should just google it instead. Someone says "I hate white people", and a woman responds by saying that such words don't help. GP jumps in to defend saying "I hate white people", not realizing he is becoming the monster he has been fighting against. Autism continues to ensue.
 
I met a guy at a Meetup event (big singles mixer with free booze and food(I was there more for that than punani) on disability, in his fifties who reeeeealy wants to have a baby with a 10 in her twenties.
He looks like a really gay rabbi version of Danny Devito and David Cross combined with a obese troll, maybe had a transporter accident a-la "Tuvix""in Star Trek:BorgJugs edition..and talks super-flaming gay, I'm not sure why the building didn't catch on fire, really dude. Took him half an hour to drink a diet Coke, too. Weiiiird.
I could finish a pitcher of margaritas in ten minutes, easily. But I have talent.
His disability is definitely a tugboat for exceptionalism though I didn't ask. Even though we're here, on the Farms dunno if this is allowed but I do have his Facebook link if I can post it here.

I will avoid any events with this dude because he's been fucking creeeeepy at two of them. My standards for women are not too high but he scared off some cute, fuckable "6" I was talking to being all loud and shit. I'd guess he posts on incel forums somewhere, too. Hs wizard powers must be incredible at this point.
 
One would not expect to meet Lolcows in the US Army, one would be very wrong. Here are the three most definitive, dysfunctional, fight prone laughingstocks I served with.
Before going to basic training, the army sends recruits to RSP as a sort of training for training with drill sergeants and training events two days a month for a few months. My first day of RSP i encounter PVT P, a skinny, pale kid from a southern state in the frozen north, like myself, since you could do RSP in any state, and i had a college reunion that week. On the physical test he could outrun everyone, under 13 minute 2 mile, but could not even do five pushups or twenty situps in two minutes. I spoke to him during bullshit slide show, he had a strong drawl and a high pitch voice, he sounded like the talking towel from south park. He seemed like a normal, nice likable guy far from home, and we were headed to the same basic training site at the same time. I asked what he did for a living, he was a younger guy, maybe 19 or so. he said he was a used car dealer and made big money. he also had a girlfriend who was carrying his child. A little young for those things but okay, we swapped numbers. The next day, PVT P was not there. We were required by law to show up to RSP. I texed him. He said he didn't have to g, i asked why, no response. Fast forward three anxious months and ten horribly boring days, i am at basic training properly, with a platoon of 52 other guys and three drill sergeants. Day two, by which time we had no chance to get to know anyone in the platoon, someone was already in trouble, he lied about having athsma and disrespected very high ranking officers. He was also already on bedrest for his illness. It was PVT P, we met again, only this time, it was all wrong. What was so wrong was i got to know who PVT P really was once he recovered mysteriously quickly from his supposed illness when someone prescribed him the possibility of a dishonorable discharge. The next ten weeks, he became the bane of the platoon, mostly on his quest to malinger and score pain meds. Whenever he was told to do something, he would ignore orders and do his own thing. When told to work, he would sulk or return to his corner to sleep. He loved to talk to whoever was around him, whether or not he was allowed to talk. I may have played some role in giving him this freedom when i assumed platoon student command, or PG, and my first act was that we would no longer shut each other up during hurry up and wait, as long as we did not look like we were talking. P took this as an opportunity to turn himself completely around to talk to the guys behind him. When told to stop, he would keep doing his thing. He loved to sleep, especially when he had to wake up for fire guard duty, and was a very heavy sleeper at all times. Thirdly, he loved to avoid work. Senior drill sergeant (SDS) saw him finish cleaning his weapon very early, PVT P bet him the weapon was clean. SDS made a bet that if it wasn't we would all have no sleep the week after weapon qualification. He never attempted to clean his weapon, only poured on clp, which only generated more graphite dust. SDS revised the bet, he would be absolved if he shot expert. He was not even close, but more than enough of the platoon shot expert where SDS for got the two even had a bet.
What made him a lolcow rather than a bad soldier? three things things
One, he loved snitching. He would jump up the chain of command for very little reason, whenever he could make someone else look bad. He got destroyed by SDS Over this when he attempted to snitch on another drill sergeant (Who was also very much a lolcow). SDS Claimed P would get someone killed in combat and wind up in prison. PVT P ignored this.
Second, his stories. He loved to brag about himself. Many of these things were plainly lies, most likely including the car dealer story. First, he claimed he slept with his best friend's girlfriend. Next he claimed he was a weed dealer, and bought a whole pound (2 Kilos) for $400 (the price of a cheap laptop). One night, he asked where in my city he could score some weed, within earshot of two drill sergeants
Third, the malingering. I never realized how big opioids were in the US, he was openly trying to get high on vicodin. In a setting where even cough drops are banned, he was on a quest to get high.

By the last two weeks, we passed all our requirements to graduate the drill sergeants went away and we we only had each other and gear to clean and inventory. Even though P had been very popular among our platoon at first, and especially with recruits from his home state, that good will had expired. Most would say PVT P never mentally recovered from what we did to his ass. Drill sergeant c did not even care when I screamed at him "SPEAK UP YOU EXCEPTIONAL INDIVIDUAL" or when I asked him if "When your parents got a divorce were they still brother and sister you fucking inbred exceptional individual?"
That second one was finally his clue I did not like him
As such, I have been told he never graduated from AIT and dis receive that dishonorable discharge (Part two of basic training, focusing on specific job skills, mostly at other sites.)

First day of basic training proper we had a 53rd soldier in our platoon, far outside the alphabetical order of last names we grouped by in basic training. PVT B was on his second tour through this very company's basic training. he looked like a chubby Eminem, and had a voice like that of ADF, the plainly :autism: honk. He was about 23 and acted every part the :autism: stereotype, total military sperg, had a loud, very fake laugh and was almost always grumpy. He HATED being touched, whenever we did combatives, he would instantly tap out, and then when asked about this he let out this loud screech and began crying. Whereas someone like P was a horrible soldier and a gigantic turd, B was at least competent and had nothing horrible to his name. he was even well above average at PT, at least on the tests. What made this strange, aside from his Physique was that B was very delicate and when he actually trained with the rest of the platoon, he was well below average due to lack of effort. He had to repeat basic training due to an injury, so he said, and while he warned us about not going to sick call because that was where barracks lawyers hung out (failing soldiers who never trained and only went to basic training to exploit free healthcare until they were chartered out or had to repeat). B went any chance he could. he was not even in the yearbook because he was in sick call on picture day, that was all I really needed to say about him.

What made B a lolcow was not the :autism:, we had quite a few oddballs and even :autism: in the platoon. B was a textbook narcissist on a Jerry Peet level, you made him angry once, he would never forgive you. His spergy nature alienated him from the normies in the platoon. he only associated with a select handful of nerds. Our drill sergeants remarked that we had a very integrated platoon, only because we did not self segregate by race. We self segregated by "dudebros" and "dorks." there were a number of more chill nerds who were generally easy going. Two, PFC M and PVT n were semi lolcows and some what nu-male ish, not sure that is a word. they were the only two to get into any kind of fight with anyone in the platoon, they were angry, outcast guys. Those two made pvt B their third. Not just because weirdos stuck together, but because PVT B was at least as violent as they were. The real reason he had to repeat basic training was because he made what most reasonable people would interpret as death threats during rifle qualification the cycle before us. The last two days, we saw him sleeping in the laundry room, we had a large amount of shaving cream, we made him into a snowman. He tard raged hardcore, and then an hour later he returned to the laundry room to sleep, so we did it again. Now he was mad, he was spewing death threats. We could have told on him and gotten him kicked out, but fuck it we were out of there soon, snitches get stitches was always my key phrase. The next day was family day, we still had PT in the morning. B was REEEing at a platoon student leader. Drill sergeant C dropped him into the pushup position "I'm sick of you B, you think the whole world is against you, you are just a bad private."
DS C was a pretty cool guy.

Whereas our platoon would mess with PVT P whenever we felt like it, we somewhat feared B. The Isla vista killings were fairly recent during our basic training and this guy was very similar to Elliot Rodgers, a textbook narcissist. He was angry and had some access to a weapon, it did not matter he was a chubby cue ball. he was also an active duty soldier, unlike the majority of us national guardsmen or reservists. i lost contact with B after basic training, he had either an equipment repair or supply role and either got discharged from AIT, or his duty station, or possibly is out there somewhere, still fuming. I am also very sure he has a large and profound internet presence, probably on weapon or military sites.

And one who stuck with me for two whole years until today, whether I liked it or not
My AIT was much more relaxed, it was a job you had to be at least somewhat intelligent to qualify for. Day two we are at accountability formation on a Saturday night. A wild police cruiser appears. How off base passes worked at basic was like this: had to travel in groups, same sex groups only, had to be back by 4 PM, and no alcohol, it was like sharia law for soldiers. A soldier was arrested on his second to last night on base for public intoxication. They let him graduate, but he had to stay for two more months or so, after what was only an eight week course. This meant that i began and graduated before he could even leave. My first chance to get to know g was one fine day when i went to sick call, and he was who i traveled with. He looked like a younger guy, acted it to, no, he was 25. Shorter black guy with a mustache, clearly from some kind of hood. He always laughed when he talked, kind of this hee hee laugh, he also loved to make jokes, very outgoing guy, also somewhat nerdy. Also very athletic, amazing PT score and a great knowledge of the job, just must have gotten unlucky. Turned out he was from my state. I asked him what happened that night he got busted. He did mention getting a drink and not remembering what happened next. Then he brought up something strange, he claimed he was fraternizing with the opposite sex and had a fight club, very difficult considering the lockdown standards. G LOVED to fight, especially boxing, he was a massive boxing sperg. Someone mentioned g was full of shit, he also loved to lax out during company PT, in spite of his physical talent. One of the company's Platoon Sergeants (E7) HATED him with a passion, his own platoon sergeant, a black guy from Los Angeles who always ragged on us that if we did not stay in the army we could end up as crack heads or drunks. Two months after graduating I return to RSP to be assigned to my unit, no training or drill sergeants required, i was a specialist in the army. G was there, going to the same platoon as me and PFC S and PVT R who i met at AIT. by now I noticed something about G, he loved to talk about boxing and tell more or less the same jokes repeatingly. He also claimed he had an extensive history of unoganized fighting. His stories were plainly ridiculous "Dude, haha, i was in the club last night, there five niggas came up on me talking shit," he threw two punches, "Took em all down man." G came from a city known for machete crime, one would have imagined at least one of these gentlemen came to the fight with something more than just their fists. One would also have to question how this short, skinny kid with small muscles knocked out five adult men. No one would call g on this until we arrived to the unit, and SPC T said, 'you know, no one believes anything you say." that did not deter G, who every month (hell no i'm not active army) would tell increasingly ridiculous stories of the fights he was in, the girls he "fraternized" with and the expensive booze he drank 'yo, bro, haha, yo, I was at the gym, i knocked out twenty dudes, ahaha, yep, then i took all their girls." he also loved to attract trouble, he took food from other companies, would sass higher up and occasionally challenge people to fights. he loved fight videos and Anime, and when not causing trouble, he would spend time with those two or video games.
Every month was the same with him, more laughing, more fake stories, more dicking around on his phone, he became somewhat of a broken record. We did not have much work to do in general, but G continued to be a magnet for trouble. The shit storm came during our two weeks of training in 2016. We had a half day the next day, so most decided it was a good time to turn up. g somehow had ten dollars to rub together and bought a bottle. Upon drinking, he began to pace around like normal, only this time faster and further, which was I, SPC S, and PVT R's cue to leave for a bar. I was the dd, i had to get out, i smelled trouble. On finishing the bottle, he punched out an exit sign and went down a floor to pay Headquarters company a visit. He entered their day room and paced around with his headphones on, blasting music. Someone in the dayroom asks him, "Could you turn that down, please?"

G was in no mood to turn down, "YOU WANT TO SQUARE UP, FAM?"
A sergeant approached him and tried to remove him, G raised his fists, "YOU SEE THESE SCARS, MAN?"
His squad leader and my squad leader, both quite drunk, have to show up to discipline him. His squad leader said something to the effect of "I've seen punks like you before, you think you're tough you're not shit."
My squad leader could only say "Imma fuck your ass up." repeatingly. G spends the rest of the night crying after his squad leader breaks him verbally. The next morning, I had no idea anything happened but heard rumors circulating about G. that was until i reported to radio duty. A sergeant with a strange name entered to counsel G, and recapped the whole story for me and the two records sergeants, including fellow lolcow SGT M. G got put on kitchen duty the rest of the AT, including during our massive end of AT party. From August 2016-June 2017 PVT G did not reenlist in the army, he seemed much more defeated but still acted like his same old self, only new soldiers to the company would associate with him, as he still made very good first impressions. His contract expires in the beginning of July 2017, so we finished our last drill with him ever. The NCOs have given up on him, and have accepted the fact they cannot fix stupid. Instead of sperging about getting in fights with randos, he instead claims he is an amateur boxer and trains all the time. I have yet to see a single video.

My platoon also has SPC L, a butt ugly alt right and pokemon sperg who loves to date black girls and is only a specialist, in spite of having more than 12 years of service and three deployments. He is also the only guy I ever met who kept both custody of his kids and got an alimony after a divorce, however, given how stupid and unemployable he is, it's not surprising the judge took pity on the exceptional individual. Also, has those idiotic fat acceptance type beliefs, he mostly fails at getting promotions because he never passes height/weight/body fat tests, ever, and rarely if ever passes PT tests, in spite of never having been seriously injured, just consuming more calories than calories expended. He could diet but he is "Healthy at every size" and that would take away from time playing games on his phone. He doesn't cause trouble, he just spergs out and makes lame jokes continuously, not interesting enough to go in depth with. He also has a constant annoying laugh

We used to have M, who used to be a staff sergeant in charge of records with some serious Loveshy tendencies. He was demoted to sergeant after getting in a flame war on facebook with a commanding officer. He lost his stripes, records job, and was demoted to specialist when two lower enlisted females from headquarters company filed a complaint that M sexually harassed and then straight up staked both of them, which turned out to be very true. Apparently he now works at a gas station and still fumes about 1st platoon.
Geez, no wonder HHC hates 1st platoon so much.
I could have done people I met in college, but that would involve even more powerleveling.
 
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So I recently checked on my "personal lolcow" and found out that he's worse off than he was in 2009-2010. While continuing to lie about being in Germany and other countries posing as a network security consultant. (His idea of showing people he knew anything about computers back in the day was showing physical books) I found that his little music studio went bust after saying it was a "multimillion dollar studio" with "top acts" signed to it.

His Youtube channel only ever got 630 subscribers over an eight year span.
 
So I recently checked on my "personal lolcow" and found out that he's worse off than he was in 2009-2010. While continuing to lie about being in Germany and other countries posing as a network security consultant. (His idea of showing people he knew anything about computers back in the day was showing physical books) I found that his little music studio went bust after saying it was a "multimillion dollar studio" with "top acts" signed to it.

His Youtube channel only ever got 630 subscribers over an eight year span.
I wonder who that user is?

He sounds like someone I used to know in life. But never done anything outside his mom's basement and ended up dying from his own filthy waste from all the fat he ate!

He was a nasty bugger. Glad that he's dead for good. Never liked that man for a minute.
 
I know of a couple of lolcows from my high school days.

A was a student who graduated with me. I attended a few classes with him and he was really :autism:, but not in the extreme degree. He kept making :autism: noises during classes and whenever we had the same class, I would have the time be paired up with A when it came to group projects. He would keep making ridiculous laughing noises while I was trying to focus on studying. Whenever politely asked him to stop and would either ignore it or made a talking gesture with his hand and said blahblahblah. I asked the teachers and his handler to get him to stop and they would'nt.

What does make him exceptional is something that will parallel chris-chan and sonichu. He had this made up superhero named "A the Giant" which is essentially a self-insert, gary stu style of character that is a superman rip off. Many times when he was near me and my droogs, he would talk about his 'character' ad nauseam. One time while I was studying in science class, he was sperging about his character and making a movie about him, even though I made it clear I didn't give a flying fuck about it. I told A to knock it off, only to be met with the aforementioned rudeness. I decided to grab the folder that A keeps the stuff about his character in and threw it out of a window. I got suspended for three days for that.

While I was in my senior year, one of his teachers and his parents finally told him to knock it off. Surprisingly enough, he actually did. The last time I heard of him, he actually matured out of his A the Giant phase and has actually wised up.

B was a real piece of work to say the least. Like A, he was :autism:, but in a different way. The words that I can describe him with are:

-Arrogant
-Brown-noser
-Extremely rude
-Believed him self to be the teacher's favorite and above the other students.

B constantly tries to boss the other students around, even when the teachers told him to stop, he rarely did. B constantly tries to be an assistant to the teachers, despite them saying they can handle things themselves. He even one time sexually harassed a girl for a kiss and wound up getting bitch slapped for it. Hell, I came close to giving him five across the eyes for rudely mouthing to me unwarranted. When graduation rolled around, B didn't go for a diploma and went for a certificate of completion which has him going to a post secondary program for six years after HS. The last I heard of him, B never did let go of his old habits and continued on with the same routine at his new school until he got sent to another one after the staff there got sick of him.
 
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Ohhh boy have a i got one for you guys.

I used to go school with this kid, and he was probably really :autism:, and he was a fat ass and had cross eyes and always had his mouth open, I also suspect he had one too many chromosomes.

Anyways I first met him when I went to a computer programming class. He did nothing but look at videos relating to Mario or Lego Dimensions (this thing is important later), and whenever the teacher would exit out of the video he was watching he would cry like his dog got ran over. Later in the year he was kicked out for not doing shit except watching Youtube. I thought I'd seen the last of him.

I was terribly wrong.

I met him again in a class full of other special kids, this was absolute hell on earth.

Now this is where he started to get more autistic over Lego Dimensions, so I christened him "Lego Fag", he would also make unfunny jokes and puns constantly and quote Spongebob all the damn time.

One time he was explaining Lego Dimensions to a Sub we had, and he fucking sang the Back to the Future theme loudly, oh how i wanted to strangle his fat neck.

Another time we were talking about Gamestop, and when the teacher mentioned Call of Duty he facepalmed and said "I HATE THAT SERIES" and i asked him why and he said "I want more people to be aware.", whatever the hell that means.

But what would really drive me insane about him is when we were watching a movie, and whenever a character got injured or was having surgery he would say loudly "OH I CAN'T LOOK", this got worse when we were watching The Breakfast Club, and him and the other cavemen were talking and trying to be MST3K.

I told him to shut up and he told me "your supposed to talk during the movie!"

After that he never really did anything else spergy. I wonder where he is now sometimes.
 
My ex's ex was a great source of entertainment for me while we were together.

Let's just dive right in: He was an autistic pedophile. Genuinely autistic, genuinely a pedophile. My ex met him a week after he was let out on probation for molesting his niece, who was 3 or 4 at the time, and she had no idea about all of that until they had been together for a couple of years. It was around the same time he started asking her to indulge in his kinks - mainly ageplay and diapers, from what I remember. He wanted her to wear a diaper and pretend to be a 4-year-old who ran away from home because her parents wouldn't let her stay up late to play video games.

She ended up running away from him because he tried to rape her and he couldn't get it through his autistic skull that rape is bad so he kept harassing her and trying to convince her that she'd eventually come back to him. I had never met him and knew that I'd never meet him so I begged her to let me talk to him until she finally agreed. I had her give him a Google Voice number and he called me, and our initial conversations were civil enough until he started tard raging over how she would never go back to him because he intentionally attempted to hurt her.

Talking to him was the weirdest experience of my life. He reminded me a lot of Chris because of how he didn't really know the line between fantasy and reality. It was like he was acting out a character: He threatened to fight me in roundabout ways, he worded things like a villain concocting a secret plan, and he'd regularly refer to the situation as a war. It was so entertaining to interact with him, and according to my ex he was definitely throwing tard tantrums every time I said something that didn't agree with him.

Here's some of the shit he texted me.

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All of these stories remind me of a few personal lolcows I have encountered whilst at university, the weirdest one being a white South-African I'll refer to as "Apartheid Ralph". My university is in rural Wales, and as such has a history of being host to a long series of exceptional individuals over the years (Johnathan Bishop, our favourite Welsh cow is only based a couple of hours away - from that alone you can easily gain a sense as to how rural Wales is a hotspot for cows).

I first met Ralph at the beginning of my second year at university when he was introduced to us by one of my housemates at the time at an outdoor party/bonfire we held in the woods that were right next to campus. He seemed decent at first, helpful even; Ralph was quite knowledgeable in bushcraft and the like, and was able to get a good bonfire going with minimal effort on his part. I didn't speak to him too much during this first meeting as I spent the evening talking to other people.

Ralph's exceptional character began to show in the next encounter that took place a few weeks after the party. This encounter was the only time I spoke to him at length, as after that he appeared less and less until he eventually disappeared a few months later. My housemates and I are part of the on-campus reenactment society, and Ralph expressed interest in joining - "No problem" I thought, as it's always good to have new members. He tags along to our weekend training session, and things go down relatively well (he had a bit of difficulty with the basics, but seemed to get the hang of it by the end). It isn't until after the session that things became weird - we pack our equipment away and head over to my house, and have a few drinks. After a short while discussion turns to the topic of human nature and society. This is where the Apartheid-sperging begins. A friend of mine, G, makes a few points about the difficulty of creating a utopian society and and uses class-conflict and racism as examples, a point that somehow triggers Ralph so much that he is unable restrain himself. While he could have responded to this point with a well-planned argument, Ralph instead decides to sperg at length about Apartheid and how good it was for South Africa - alongside sperging about how whites are "superior" to non-whites. Despite his repeated cries of "I'm a Marxist" when called out on his racist bullshit, we all knew otherwise. This encounter ended when G asked if he was a fascist - Ralph awkwardly shuffled out of the house shortly afterwards. I would also like to make a note that his Apartheid-sperging wasn't something he did exclusively offline. In fact he was far more open about these views on his Facebook profile, where he would sperg for the whole world to see.

Conversely, his exceptional behaviour could be seen in how he presented himself on a daily basis. Regardless of the season (including the winter) Ralph would dress in a style that could be a homage to the late Steve Irwin: brown workboots, cargo shorts and a safari shirt (either in beige or green). It was as if he was on permanent safari.

The last time I saw Ralph was on the basement floor of the university library, where he prowled around the Christian theology section - with an expression on his face that appeared as if he shat himself. I never saw him again after that, and neither did anyone else; he seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

I have a few more cows to share, and the choice is up to the farms as to which I'll write about next. These are:

  • "Cocaine Matt"
  • My housemate's crazy ex-boyfriend (who we eventually banned from the house).
  • The "psycho-bitch".
  • "Insane Jane".
 
I just remembered another autist that I went to school with.

We'll call him Q since his name began with a Q.

Q was a kid who was probably really autistic, had an obnoxious voice that would make you wanna ram two nails into your ear drums, and like Lego Fag, he pry had an extra chromosome. He was really obsessed with like, Yo-Kai Watch (that terrible pokemon clone) and the Lego Batman Movie.

He liked the movies so much he bought the childrens books based on it, and Q and Lego Fag were friends, they'd usually sperg out about Lego Dimensions and Lego Batman. (in fact Lego Fag was jealous that Q saw the movie in theaters)

That's all heir really was to Q, he was just another autist obsessed with Legos.

I'm begining to wonder why Legos attract autists
 
Despite his repeated cries of "I'm a Marxist" when called out on his racist bullshit, we all knew otherwise.
Oh great. A racist communist, my favorite.

Reminds me of this one barbecue party I attended in the early 2000s where there was a family of Bolshaboos and GDR apologetics present. They kept whining on and on about how the Japanese are evul slit-eyed people who destroy Western culture through video games.

The Chinese, on the other hand, were super duper in their view, because communism.

In the eighties and nineties, there was a temporary moral panic in Germany about the Japanese crashing markets with inferior-quality mass produced items and poisoning the youth with violent Anime and video games. This GDR fan family of course had to jump on the Nipponophobia train because it echoed GDR propaganda against Western entertainment. (GDR dictionary: "Comics are a type of fascist entertainment produced in the United States. They propagate the superiority of the Overman (called Superman) over the working class and are the reason young people commit so many crimes in the imperialist nations. In the GDR, comics are illegal." --> Just replace "comics" with "video games" and "United States" with "Japan".)

BTW it's not like the GDR didn't try their hands at video game creation:

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(Like with most GDR developments, production was sluggish and the quality lagged several years behind Western [or Asian] equivalents. Poly Play games were usually copies of American or Japanese titles, but with more peaceful topics, e.g. Robotron 2084 was turned into a wholesome deer hunt.)

I also know a guy who identifies as a "National Communist", he's a huge autist.
 
I think the worst lolcow I have ever met was one that lived with us for four years.
The original agreement was that she would stay for one year, find a job, and move out by the end of it. She bitched and cried when we asked if she was still looking after seven months and no job. This cow tortured me as I had to share a room with the thing. Her troll hole was piled with trash and crusty undies, always smelled like shit, and she lay there in what resembled an ancient muumuu telling tumblr how much she wanted to kill herself. She'd cut her thighs and keep me awake with her whale noises.

When she finally got a job, she worked in sanitation, ironically being the most unclean person I have ever known. She also bitched because they called her a girl when she's a precious agender angel child. She never washed her hands and took 4 minute showers. She gave herself the stomach flu 5 times and charitably spread it around. At one point, when she got the flu, she forced us to take her to the ER, screaming, spitting and pretending to vomit the whole six hours we were there. They charged her extra for the disturbance.

When she walked, she only stomped and her feet made these sickeningly wet noises with every step. She began spending her newfound wealth on anime figures (I once found her porn blog and I'm 99% sure she shoved those figures up her ass.) and food that she hoarded in her room so that no one could eat it after she devoured what was available to the general public, inhaling all but the kitchen counters.

There were times where she had literal tantrums; she plugged her ears, screamed, kicked and the whole shebang. Got my mom on her side after admitting to me she was purposely manipulative and would run to her any time I told her not to do something.
I once made food for my bf and said she could have one...she ate them all and whaled under her blanket when I told her off.

Oh, and she told her mom to kill herself (and she did).
She now lives with a new friend, mooching off of her family, devouring them out of house and home "searching" for a new job. Her days are so full between the begging for money online and making a new post each day threatening to kill herself.
I didn't want to make this too long so this is just a handful of stuff. Let me know if you want to hear more about the hambeast.
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I just got through with dealing with one of my own. I'll call him Peter for the purposes of this little recap.

I had met Peter through some kind of Garry's Mod developer Steam group (:autism: I know) after the owner (this 15-year-old Russian kid, another personal cow of mine and a really great story I should tell sometime) made a Discord and randomly invited me to it and made me admin (I had posted two messages to the group and didn't even know the kid). As it turns out, Peter was of the memeing, late-night shitposting kind. He had a particular taste for Reviewbrah, the kid who reviews fast food in a suit. I played along and he became attached really quick, and I liked him too.

One of my first experiences with Peter was when he found this awful Gmod series and jokingly made a fan Discord server for it. It attracted a decent bit of attention for a show that couldn't get more than a handful of views a video, including from the guys who made it themselves. At the end of the day, all Peter did was :epik: at them, some micspam and the usual unfunny shit, but we laughed about it then. No harm, no foul.

Then, as I mentioned, the Russian kid who ran the developer group started to ban a bunch of people for "spamming" and not allowing the server to remain a "professional environment", which of course, became a running joke of ours and a few other people who were in on it. "Garry's Mod? Professional?" we laughed. How silly. Thing about Peter, though, is that once the lulz dried up, he'd latch onto whoever he could suck from next, become a massive shithead, shit up the group chats, make you look bad, and then guilt you into thinking you were at fault. Alternatively, he'd become super apologetic as if that excuses his behavior. I am not the only one who has thought this; private correspondence with his old friends shows history repeating itself.

(Should reiterate, I didn't push for admin or any of this, but I really like talking to people, and the Russian kid was never around, so suddenly, I'm the figurehead of this tiny splinter off the fucking Garry's Mod Discord community. I'm barely active as a modder at this point and I can't really give a fuck one way or the other, but like I said, I enjoy talking to people and I have nothing better to do, so I stick around.)

So after some friends got banned, including Peter, everyone suggested I make a new server and run it instead, because I was the only active admin on there anyway. Yeah, sure, I thought, and I began to invite people from the old, dead server to the new, quite active one. I made one last push to destroy the old one for fun, had the Russian kid who ran it tell me he would personally make sure I never find work in the very prestigious Garry's Mod modding community ever again, and continued on with my life. Most of the people I ended up meeting were really interesting, creative people, and I'm glad I'm still talking to them. Peter, though, became antsy.

Peter became super manipulative; after he didn't get his way with roles or being told to keep his shit in the designated shitpost chat or something, suddenly, I was the same as the Russian kid! Just a massive control freak and egotist. I called him up, told him to show me where I had been a control freak...and his only response, after a good 10 minutes of digging and name-calling, was the chat where the Russian kid raged at me. The one Peter laughed at, I should add.

I have no real tolerance for bullshit, so after a back and forth, I banned him from the server, dropped him everywhere he has contact with me, only to have him crawling back an hour later, begging me and telling me how we can work it out. I'll give him points for being honest and saying I shouldn't try to reason with him, but also, you're a massive faggot, Peter. Stop shitting up my chat.

I'll drop some chatlogs here with the names removed if someone wants to stare in the face of some kind of Cluster B personality disorder:
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[4:43 PM] Peter: All you did was run a gmod server
[4:43 PM] Peter: 1/1000 of them
[4:43 PM] Sergeant Politeness: and then i told you to move it to fucking
[4:43 PM] Sergeant Politeness: #shitpost
[4:43 PM] Sergeant Politeness: and you got salty
[4:43 PM] Peter: Okay
[4:43 PM] Peter: Well you should've moved this convo to modchat
[4:43 PM] Peter: But you didn't
[4:44 PM] Sergeant Politeness: you should've told me to, peter
[4:44 PM] Peter: Why?
[4:44 PM] Sergeant Politeness: if you're the king shit of fuck mountain
[4:44 PM] Sergeant Politeness: you run it
[4:44 PM] Peter: ok
[4:46 PM] Peter: This server's gonna go no where
[4:46 PM] Sergeant Politeness: good
[4:46 PM] Peter: It's going to die
[4:46 PM] Peter: You've put no effort into expanding like you said you would 4 times
[4:46 PM] Peter: You're egotistical
[4:46 PM] Sergeant Politeness: well first off, we said we'd give it a week, second, we still don't have a plan
[4:46 PM] Sergeant Politeness: note the language
[4:46 PM] Sergeant Politeness: we
[4:47 PM] Sergeant Politeness: that means you dumbass
[4:47 PM] Peter: Lmfao
[4:47 PM] Peter: Okay
[4:47 PM] Peter: Well I tried
[4:47 PM] Sergeant Politeness: yep, you tried
[4:47 PM] Peter: You didn't care
[4:47 PM] Sergeant Politeness: gold star for effort peter
[4:47 PM] Peter: I fixed up some of the chat
[4:47 PM] Peter: You're exactly like [Russian kid]
[4:47 PM] Sergeant Politeness: no one cares, it's just a gmod server, right
[4:47 PM] Sergeant Politeness: when did i ban anyone
[4:47 PM] Peter: You banned [Russian kid] from his own server
[4:48 PM] Sergeant Politeness: so i didn't
[4:48 PM] Sergeant Politeness: ha
[4:48 PM] Peter: Yeah you did
[4:48 PM] Sergeant Politeness: goodbye peter
[4:48 PM] Sergeant Politeness: i'm not responding after this
[4:48 PM] Peter: I know why you didn't like him
[4:48 PM] Peter: Because he gave you no power
[4:48 PM] Peter: And you're a control freak and need it
[4:48 PM] Peter: I've always said the Gmod community is cancer
[4:48 PM] Peter: I can now confirm
[4:49 PM] Peter: Because Sergeant Politeness is running it

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[7:38 PM] Sergeant Politeness: okay but enough about him
[7:38 PM] Sergeant Politeness: let's talk us
[7:38 PM] Sergeant Politeness: do you say shit out of anger or something?
[7:38 PM] Peter: Yeah
[7:38 PM] Peter: I can't control it
[7:38 PM] Peter: So when I say something
[7:38 PM] Peter: Ignore me
[7:38 PM] Peter: I genuinely can't help it
[7:38 PM] Peter: I have anger problems
[7:38 PM] Peter: Or mute me
[7:38 PM] Sergeant Politeness: okay, now what do i do when you're shitting up my chat
[7:38 PM] Peter: I'll go listen to music
[7:39 PM] Peter: Mute me from talking in chat
[7:39 PM] Sergeant Politeness: and when you take it to steam?
[7:39 PM] Peter: I usually go listen to Alan Parsons and in an hour i'll be fine
[7:39 PM] Peter: Go offline
[7:39 PM] Sergeant Politeness: fine
[7:39 PM] Peter: Or just spam me
[7:39 PM] Peter: *dont say anything
[7:39 PM] Sergeant Politeness: i've said this from the beginning, i'm interested in de-escalation
[7:39 PM] Peter: I might stop
[7:39 PM] Peter: Yeah
[7:39 PM] Sergeant Politeness: i'm looking for what will get you to shut the fuck up the quickest
[7:40 PM] Peter: Link me memes or music
[7:41 PM] Peter: Or just ignore me
[7:41 PM] Peter: Never try to resolve it with me
[7:41 PM] Peter: I'll have to feel bad and come apologize to you
[7:41 PM] Sergeant Politeness: fine
[7:42 PM] Sergeant Politeness: i'm willing to overlook a lot of shit, and if i didn't have good reasons for doing shit, i might be best referred to as a doormat
[7:42 PM] Sergeant Politeness: but sure
[7:42 PM] Sergeant Politeness: i'll go with it
[7:42 PM] Peter: ty
 
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Well, I held forth about Joe Baldwin, the second most exceptional user of the thankfully now defunct Chavscum board, allow me to flail the bladder about the most exceptional user on the entire board.

Robfalcon.

Now there's a name that sends CS veterans running in terror. Robfalcon. Real name Robert Sandel, iirc. Robfalcon was kinda like Chris, except British, older, and for Sanic and Pokemon read black metal and wrestling. He overshared just as much too and had a way too big an opinion of himself. He even did a THAT IS MY HOUSE style written tour of where he grew up. He was 37 years old at the time (this was about 12 years ago) and he used to try really hard to ingratiate himself with the membership of the board but his creepiness, oversharing, and grudge-holding alienated everyone.

I think he may legitimately have been a special boy, but I don't know, and I'm not qualified to say.

He used to share uncomfortable "cosplay" of himself which was mostly low effort and touched up to include the bits he wanted to make with MS Paint.

You know that "how do you do fellow kids?" meme? He actually tried that at one point claiming to be a "DJ" called "Dinlo Harrison" for reasons that are unfathomable.

He often reminisced about how the dang dirty bullies, when he was at school, used to tie him to a tree and leave him there. He called that tree the "tree of woe" and posted photographs of it then and now. Yes. Tree of Woe. Like in Conan the Barbarian.

He used to make inept films with machinima and action figures. When these were criticised he'd take it way too personally and lose his shit. Thus inviting more trolling etc. He'd even make action figure films where thinly veiled avatars of himself beat up the dang dirty trolls.

He worked nights at a petrol station and complained often about how hard it was. I've worked at a petrol station on the night shift in the past when I was a student. It was a fucking doss. Robfalcon managed to get fired from this for being too useless.

That was Robfalcon.

No idea where he is now. Thank fuck.
 
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