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Figured I'd share another story in the saga of George.

In addition to all of George's other annoying qualities, he was also a snitch. During lunch, some of us would walk off school campus to this secluded little area and smoke. George hated smoking, and yet he'd be there trying to moralize and wag his finger at us. True to his weird mancrush on me, he kept saying he didn't want to "see me go down a dark path"

One day, he was being particularly obnoxious and telling this one girl that her smoking made her "incredibly undesirable to guys like him" she got annoyed and said "will someone please fucking punch him already?" You could tell she didn't really want him to get hurt and was just exasperated.

One guy there took it to heart, shrugged and said "ok" and slugged George in the stomach. Everyone there was tired of George's shit, but no one wanted to actually hurt him, just have him fuck off already. Dude who threw the punch got a lot of "dude! not cool!" kind of responses.

I asked George if he was ok. George starts blubbering, looks at me and yells "I'M TELLING!!!" and runs off back to school where he tattled to the principal and named all of us. We all got in trouble, phone calls to our parents and George marked himself as a prime target to everyone and every clique. This was a 16 year old guy who ran off ugly crying to tattle like a little kid trying to be teacher's pet.
 
This exceptional individual in my pilot study:

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Test subject 45 had also complained about this shit and other stuff on other peoples' studies too. We all had to create consent forms afterwards because of them along with other people complaining about 'hurt feelings' and 'anxiety'.
 
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Lol, whenever somebody with no authority tells me to “do better”, it makes me want to do worse.
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I work for a small skincare manufacturer in northern England, and we often hire temporary workers from an agency to help with filling and dispatch; some of them are good, some are OK, and some are fucking useless

the best one so far has been Peeko (yes, that is her actual name - more on that below), who is functionally competent and hard-working, but dim as a ha'penny candle

genuinely stupid people are rarer than you might think - most folk are aware of their own strengths and limitations, but Peeko has no awareness of anything much; her stupidity is nearly on a par with that of Jason Genova

there's no malice in her whatsoever, but there is no filter on her speech either, and sometimes she comes out with unintentionally hilarious lines

a recent example: when one of her colleagues talked about accidentally ordering a 69 from instead of a 99 from an ice cream vendor, this got a good laugh, then Peeko piped up with "What's a 69? Is that like half a cone or summat?", which got a stifled guffaw from me and an "uhhh..." from the others

she is also a massive weeaboo and hentai fan; on one occasion she happily described hentai in great detail to her gobsmacked colleagues

as for her name? Peeko was her favourite Pokémon, and she loved it so much she'd had her name changed by deed poll to Peeko (no, seriously)

having read the above, you could be forgiven for thinking she's an innocent teenager with overly liberal parents - however, although she has the mental age of a teenager, she is actually 35 and still lives with her mam
 
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I work for a small skincare manufacturer in northern England, and we often hire temporary workers from an agency to help with filling and dispatch; some of them are good, some are OK, and some are fucking useless

the best one so far has been Peeko (yes, that is her actual name - more on that below), who is functionally competent and hard-working, but dim as a ha'penny candle

genuinely stupid people are rarer than you might think - most folk are aware of their own strengths and limitations, but Peeko has no awareness of anything much; her stupidity is nearly on a par with that of Jason Genova

there's no malice in her whatsoever, but there is no filter on her speech either, and sometimes she comes out with unintentionally hilarious lines

a recent example: when one of her colleagues talked about accidentally ordering a 69 from instead of a 99 from an ice cream vendor, this got a good laugh, then Peeko piped up with "What's a 69? Is that like half a cone or summat?", which got a stifled guffaw from me and an "uhhh..." from the others

she is also a massive weeaboo and hentai fan; on one occasion she happily described hentai in great detail to her gobsmacked colleagues

as for her name? Peeko was her favourite Pokémon, and she loved it so much she'd had her name changed by deed poll to Peeko (no, seriously)

having read the above, you could be forgiven for thinking she's an innocent teenager with overly liberal parents - however, although she has the mental age of a teenager, she is actually 35 and still lives with her mam
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Peekos are cute tbh.

She somehow reminds me of Chris-Chan, possibly because they're similar in age.
 
this isn't a very long story and not very dramatic either, but it feels worth telling.

i used to draw and socialize on a website called iscribble--a site where people could draw (with shitty tools) on a shared canvas (that was tiny). there i met a guy who seemed really cool and drew (and still draws) awesome art. we hit it off, started talking more and even started making characters/stories together.

only a few months after our friendship started i was joking around with him about letting his characters be happy (because he was the type to only write depressing/edgy stories) and someone else started going off about how it was offensive to say "you can change" even in a joking way. the person in question didn't seem upset though. i jumped to a private iscribble board with him and a close friend of his (who i didn't know very well) and made a quip about people getting upset over offensive jokes.

queue his friend getting on my ass about how offensive jokes are bad. i admittedly didn't make good arguments, but theirs boiled down to "if you joke about bad things it makes people think the bad things are ok." a.k.a "fiction = reality."

all this culminated in a conversation with this guy about jokes that i ended up screencapping. looking back, the whole thing feels like a trap set up to get me to say something that he can twist to say "aha! you're a bad person for believing this!" rather than a genuine attempt to understand.
(also apologies for anyone who hates chatspeak stuff like "u" instead of "you" but i'm a lazy fuck when chatting with friends)

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i've seen this guy use 'triggered' as a joke/ironically, and make jokes about/with his characters who are bad people (murderers, addicts, etc). yet i'm a terrible person and 'cut off from reality, literally all my friends (lol), and parts of myself' because i enjoy edgy jokes about subject matter he doesn't want to joke about.

he didn't strike me at all as an sjw type before this, but since i've seen him express such opinions a few other times (most recently in a discussion around loli stuff--and i know this forum isn't a fan but considering that shit to be on the exact same level as real cp (which this guy does) is, in my opinion, ridiculous). it all just blindsided me since we'd never discussed these types of things before and i hadn't picked up any red flags from him previously.

probably a good thing it ended sooner rather than later, though. it probably could've been a lot messier.
 
harbleglarb said:
this isn't a very long story and not very dramatic either, but it feels worth telling.

i used to draw and socialize on a website called iscribble--a site where people could draw (with shitty tools) on a shared canvas (that was tiny). there i met a guy who seemed really cool and drew (and still draws) awesome art. we hit it off, started talking more and even started making characters/stories together.

only a few months after our friendship started i was joking around with him about letting his characters be happy (because he was the type to only write depressing/edgy stories) and someone else started going off about how it was offensive to say "you can change" even in a joking way. the person in question didn't seem upset though. i jumped to a private iscribble board with him and a close friend of his (who i didn't know very well) and made a quip about people getting upset over offensive jokes.

queue his friend getting on my ass about how offensive jokes are bad. i admittedly didn't make good arguments, but theirs boiled down to "if you joke about bad things it makes people think the bad things are ok." a.k.a "fiction = reality."

all this culminated in a conversation with this guy about jokes that i ended up screencapping. looking back, the whole thing feels like a trap set up to get me to say something that he can twist to say "aha! you're a bad person for believing this!" rather than a genuine attempt to understand.
(also apologies for anyone who hates chatspeak stuff like "u" instead of "you" but i'm a lazy fuck when chatting with friends)

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i've seen this guy use 'triggered' as a joke/ironically, and make jokes about/with his characters who are bad people (murderers, addicts, etc). yet i'm a terrible person and 'cut off from reality, literally all my friends (lol), and parts of myself' because i enjoy edgy jokes about subject matter he doesn't want to joke about.

he didn't strike me at all as an sjw type before this, but since i've seen him express such opinions a few other times (most recently in a discussion around loli stuff--and i know this forum isn't a fan but considering that shit to be on the exact same level as real cp (which this guy does) is, in my opinion, ridiculous). it all just blindsided me since we'd never discussed these types of things before and i hadn't picked up any red flags from him previously.

probably a good thing it ended sooner rather than later, though. it probably could've been a lot messier.
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this is so funny to me because as someone who has experienced some fucked up shit, i love to joke about. it helps me cope and helps people around me know that they can talk to me/ask me about shit
 
Star Child said:
this is so funny to me because as someone who has experienced some fucked up shit, i love to joke about. it helps me cope and helps people around me know that they can talk to me/ask me about shit
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seriously. i've seen that same sentiment from people before. humans use humor to cope with terrible things; that's a pretty universal thing.

what's funny is i have a different sjw-y e-friend (who i also met on iscribble) who basically shares his viewpoint about not joking about some things. but we've talked about it, disagreed, and remained friends.
 
Started an art class recently. I had the misfortune to walk into the building a moment before a trans person. This guy, who I'll call Trooni, came up behind me and introduced himself, so I shook hands with him and sat down outside the classroom and he set his canvas on the chair next to mine and talked to me while standing up. I didn't pay him much attention at first, but I looked up at him and saw he had a thick neck, wide shoulders, broad chin, visible colored chin hairs, and very obviously what was either a fake titty bra or a stuffed bra.

I initially just wanted to be polite, but this dude was a good deal taller than me and was standing up and trying to talk at me so it was already fucking awkward. He bragged about how feminine he was despite riding a motorcycle, and a few minutes before the class he pulled out a cigarette and asked me to watch his shit while he smoked it outside.

Of course Trooni was late for class so I grabbed his giant canvas and bag and put it on a chair. There weren't many so I figured, like other special kids have in the past, Trooni was attached to me as a buddy and I wasn't gonna get the fuck rid of him, so I set his shit down next to where I was going to sit. I was gonna try and be polite and maybe he wasn't that weird.

When Trooni came back and I saw him write down a feminized version of his name on the sign in sheet. I already figured, it but at this point I knew Trooni wasn't a regular, polite, female just taking a college class.

I should mention his looks in more detail, here's an example:
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Only, of fucking course Trooni can't do makeup and his face had 3 different skin-tones, his winged eyeliner was disgusting, and his lipstick looked like it was applied by an elderly man with tremors.

Through the beginning of class he kept glancing over at me and running his eyes around whatever the fuck he saw in the room or on me, I dunno. The teacher was at the right angle for me to be seeing Trooni doing this while paying attention to the class. He kept making small comments and I tried to play along, but there's always that person that doesn't know when to shut the fuck up and Trooni was he. Trooni also had the habit of bending himself over the table and snapping his fingers, it honestly seemed like he might have been high as a kite but I think Trooni is simply exceptional.

So when the teacher had us coming up with as many types of hats as we could, Trooni brought up an Indian Headress, told me he is half Indian, and that he grew up for a bit on a reservation. Trooni's hands are whiter than mine are so I knew that was bullshit. but I was still just trying to be polite so I say "oh, I don't imagine those places are very nice, that sucks."

Trooni looked me in the eye, I looked at his miscolored chin and fucked up lipstick, and he said "Yeah, and did you know you pale faces gave us blankets with smallpox?"

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Trooni is fucking crazy. I told him "wann't me," he says I don't have to remember it (what?) and "you ruined us, I hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving!" I told him I don't really like Thanksgiving anyway, and he shut up for a minute and I kept writing names of hats.

At this point I stopped giving Trooni any attention and when the teacher called us over to his easel to show us stuff, I kept a wide berth.

The last thing I want is to be kicked out of the school for offending Trooni somehow, so from now on I'm gonna avoid him as much as I can. I'd rather read about bizzaree trannies than have to deal with them IRL.
 
Ok so I just remembered this guy since I posted in the penis enlargement thread. About 2 or 3 years ago, I used to know this Korean guy named Seong through a coworker. The coworker wasn't even actual friends with him, but he needed a ride and Seong's parents bought him a new Hyundai at some point, so basically to get access to his car my coworker would talk with him about anime and martial arts and shit. Seong is just one of those guys, where he's really energetic and has no self awareness or self control. My coworker told me about this incident where he was taking a shower and Seong just walked into the bathroom and thought it would be funny to take a picture of my coworker. In response, my coworker kicked him in the ribs. There was another incident where Seong and CW (coworker) went gun shopping and Seong thought it would be appropriate to spin a Glock around like Revolver Ocelot. At first, I didn't believe anyone would do that, but then I actually met the guy.

When I first met Seong he excitedly asked me if I had any martial arts experiment, I said I did Judo as a kid and he instantly trashed it because it was Japanese, saying that Tae-Kwon-Do was better because it was Korean (yes I'm serious). Then he said "show what you got" and got into a stance. I just sort of stood there staring at him, and after a few seconds I shoved him. CW was laughing off to the side and Seong just sort of shrugged it off. A a few days later, he dropped by my workplace and started talking to me while I was working, asking me about anime. He asked me if I had ever read Berserk and I said not really, so he went outside to his car and brought out a volume of berserk and opened it in front of me and started trying to show me an action scene. He kept saying things like "see, these guys are getting owned" and said the sound effects out loud. I just sort of ignored him and he was like "well anyway I'll see you around", so I said bye and he left.

Next time I saw Seong me, CW and our dealer were all smoking at the dealer's place and CW brought Seong along. Standard decorum was "puff puff pass" and CW informed Seong of this. We smoked pretty normally for a while but then for some reason Seong piped up and thought that he wasn't getting enough weed. Our dealer (who was also a coworker) told him "we've all been passing the joint around pretty equally dude", so Seong responded with "I don't know do you have anything stronger?". Dealer said that he didn't have anything with him and CW said he left his extract at home, Seong responded with a generic affirmation and then Dealer cut in and said "you don't want to go too big if you're new to this", Seong said that he was a huge stoner but CW said "nah man I saw your eyes light up when you took that first hit, don't front" and Seong started vehemently denying that a middle class Asian might not have any smoking experience. This entire time I'm just kind of sitting there and smiling like a retard, while our dealer and CW are ribbing him for not owning up to being new to smoking. At some point he gets offended and goes outside, and about 10 minutes later CW goes outside to check on him. I ask our dealer if he thinks Seong is ACTUALLY butthurt and Dealer says "I dunno he's probably taking it as rejection or something". Eventually I go check on CW to see if they drove off or something and Seong is ranting at CW, and he's essentially venting his inferiority complex and social pressures. He's talking about how he's going to go to college for engineering and people will finally be impressed with him and respect him and all that kind of shit. I went back to our dealer and told him what was up, and our dealer ventured that his parents were overbearing and he was looking for some kind of outside belonging. I said I guess and Seong and CW came back and said goodbye before driving off. Then I finished the current joint with the dealer and handed him money for an order and left.

I don't know where Seong is right now, I think finishing up his degree. Wherever he is, he's probably annoying somebody with his weird Korean chauvinism and insecurity.
 
Someone I have on LinkedIn. She desperatly tries to market herself by commenting people stuff and by posting videoes of her reading texts for free. She is a part of a group of useless "marketers" who talks too much about their network. They all have those cv's that is just littered with stupid shit. More titles and honours than Daenerys. Her desperation and pathetic attempts at a career fills me with warmth and joy. Would probably not be funny for anyone else than me.
 
Not sure if I posted about her already, but this one girl I know is a real piece of work. She tends to talk incessantly about herself to the point that it can kill a conversation, and has a habit of giving way too much personal info to people. Of course, she constantly goes on about her mental health without actually ever doing anything about it. On top of that she's in an "open relationship", which basically equates to her fucking as many guys as she can as frequently as she can while her boyfriend pretends it doesn't bother him. She also likes to bring the guys shes fucking on the side to her boyfriend's parties.
I'll probably share some specific stories about her if people are interested, but more or less all you really need to know is that it's really entertaining watching her mess things up for herself.
 
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Scumbag Steve was what i called him, since I didn't give enough of a shit to learn his last name.

Dude was a guy in my old neighborhood about 5 years ago. Scumbag Steve had your typical cow traits: early 40s, still lived with Mommy, NEET, refused to work, stayed inside all day smoking weed and playing vidya. He couldn't even do his own laundry, mommy washed her 40-something year old son's undies for him.

Steve dressed and talked like a late 90s wigger also. Backwards baseball cap, oversized basketball jersey, droopy jeans, peppered all his words with things like "dat shit b WHACK dawg!" and "aight nigga! I'm bouncing to go smoke some ganja, fuck some biatches and fuck up dis town yo!" it was so cringy.

He didn't have any friends his own age. He kept trying to hang out with the high school kids in the neighborhood, who only tolerated him because he got them free weed. They made fun of him just like everyone else when he wasn't around.

Dude was the most pathetic example of someone I knew who never grew the fuck up, and his enabling idiot mother didn't help. They moved out some time ago, but I'll never forget what a walking caricature this moron was. He kind of looked like this guy.

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Oh god .....I hope my sibling doesn't turn out like this....please...god ..
 
This is gonna be a long one. We'll call him Dan. Dan was a very autistic person. And it was obvious from the start. He was about 30 years old. My husband and I used to work at the same restaurant. I was a night baker and sometimes my husband would stay after his shift to keep me company or help out. Not all the time so I was usually alone with this weirdo. The other night baker was Dan. No one else was there except us save one or two nights a week when we'd have an extra. Dan was thrilled to have what he called "fellow nerds" working with him. He'd show us these "create your own adventure" pictures which usually consisted of lists of characters/softcore hentai drawings and descriptions like "sultry, dark haired woman that's an advanced sorceress and also loves spaghetti western films" or "beautiful elven twins that know healing magic and will compete for your attention". The BEST though "she's 15 and is in love with you. If you don't take advantage of her and wait until she's 18, she will be yours forever". He told us that he constantly did these in his head. And was trying to learn to do lucid dreaming so that he could live in his created worlds while he sleeps. He told us that Die Hard was a movie that we HAD to watch. Because it was an important point of reference for him. Because he had a deep meaning attached to it. That we'd have "such rich ground to work with". He offered us both $20 if we'd watch it with him.

We eventually went to his house to hang out after work one day. This was when he really came alive. When we got there though... he lived in the garage at his aunt's house. There were balled up tissues surrounding his laptop. A punching bag with an anime girl drawn on it in silver sharpie. RATS. A ridiculous amount of VHS tapes. Mexican brick weed strewn about. We weren't allowed in the house to use the toilet because his aunt wasn't supposed to know we were there. We smoked a lot of joints and watched Die Hard. After the movie was over, we were about to leave, and Dan practically begged us to stay. "One more joint. Come ooon." And after that, every time we were about to leave, he'd beg again or try and trick us into a conversation as we were walking out. After about 4 hours of this, we could stand it no longer and left. I initially felt sorry for him. I was amused too, of course. My husband also felt bad for him, but was concerned about what we'd gotten ourselves into.

He got worse at work. The extent of his "deep" Die Hard conversations? Him narrowing his eyes and saying "If you were there... who would you be? And what would you do?" I'm not kidding. That was it. He began telling us about these podcasts he listened to while he was working. His very Amazing Atheist style podcasts. He'd never tell us exactly who and what it was. But I was fairly certain it was some TJ or Sargon content. Swore up and down he had NO idea who they were. We'd come into work and he'd say something like "Have you heard what the feminists have done now?!" Lots of ranting about Anita Sarkeesian. He was very angry with women in general and would bitch endlessly about the "vapid whores". Which was strange for a man who admitted to spending most of his day doing his little head stories until he went to work at his night job and only interacted with us. He had no other friends. It was also a personal quest for him to try and make me out to be stupid. Was very fond of taking swipes and trying to make fun of me in general. He was also very racist and constantly referred to himself as white. I'd enjoy messing with him and reminding him that he was half Mexican. He HATED it so much. Dan hated in general that I was very quick to make fun of him when he acted like a cunt and didn't play the role he wanted me to. He still frequently invited us to his house and every time, tried to trick or beg us to stay.

Dan would get really angry when I knew about obscure movies, books or games. Because then he couldn't talk about it incessantly. He would NEVER shut up. I began wearing headphones to work sometimes. He also was very obsessed with mine and my husband's relationship. He'd pry and say weird shit. An example, we were sitting outside, he leans over to my husband and says "Well like... what if, god forbid, she cheats on you? I mean, you might kill her, right?" Thinking he was smarter than everyone else was a big deal to him as well. One time, in one of many attempts to prove how dumb I was, he told me that I probably couldn't even name 5 countries in Africa. I did so immediately. He told me "Mozambique isn't a country. It's like... a province or something. Besides. All it would take is some child soldier to redraw the borders anyway." Dan was livid when I looked it up on my phone and it is, indeed, a country. No surprise, he was also a weeaboo that would do cringey shit like overpronounce Japanese words and anime titles. One day he was asking what Pokemon I'd pick if I could have one in real life. I told him I'd pick Haunter or Dragonair. He proceeded to rant for, I shit you not, 45 minutes about how and why my choices were so stupid and his (Vulpix) was so much better. Despite my obvious growing disdain, he STILL wanted to be my friend. He'd talk even more when my husband wasn't around.

His assumed friendship with my husband and I emboldened him. He began talking incessantly at other people that came in for their morning shift. The worst was this Iraqi lady. She told us about how she fled the country to escape the war and her husband years ago to give her son a better life. Dan considers this for a moment and says "Yeah I don't blame you. I mean, the middle east is just a shithole anyway. Welcome to the land of freedom!" It was dead silent and the lady and I just kind of stared at him in awe. I broke the tension by bringing up that the middle east used to be beautiful and fairly modern. So I imagine it was a great loss to see her country go that way. She seemed relieved and I began mocking Dan relentlessly to further cheer the poor woman up. Somehow, Dan still considered me a friend and would bother me every day.

The final time we went to his house was to watch Conan. It was awful. The whole movie, Dan talked. He almost verbatim quoted the Nostalgia Critic review through the whole thing. Each scene Doug talked about, he'd say the same. fucking. lines. After it ended, I casually asked if he was a Nostalgia Critic fan. He said he'd never heard of him. But I could tell by the look on his face that I'd touched a nerve by recognizing his spiel. Just as it had bothered him when I'd invoked the names of TJ and Sargon. The usual trying to make us stay ensued. After we left I told my husband I couldn't take it anymore. While we liked laughing about him and observing what a freak he was, it was getting to be very draining. I could no longer muster feeling sorry for him. The thinly veiled insults and weird comments and constant autistic ranting and raving finally got to me. A 30 something that didn't have the social skills of a wet paper bag. I'd met the pissed off weeaboo incel. And it was too much.

There's lots more but this is already way too long.
 
I'm going to call this lolcow Moon Moon, and his boyfriend will be called Plate.

I met Moon Moon in my Freshman year of high school and he (she at the time, he trooned out later) was obviously fucking bonkers. He'd try to stalk girls he liked because he was a "socially anxious" uwu smol lesbean with Aspergers. His personal hygiene was horrendous. He never brushed his teeth, refused to drink water, and frequently complained of pain because of his cavities. It didn't get better through the years. Around Sophomore year, he decided he wanted to be called Delta (yes he picked that name), and claimed he was a boy now. Any time he picked a fight with black kids (yes he was a bit racist), he demanded WE protect him because he "hadn't meant any harm" or some shit like that.

Every part of his identity quickly became a matter of him being trans, and he didn't have any interests besides being a "trans twink"that apparently wasn't a lesbian anymore. Things got so much worse as soon as he got on testosterone and started dating a black dude named Plate. Plate's a nice enough guy, if a bit of a doormat, but his race was what fucked everything up. He was paraded around as Moon Moon's black boyfriend, and suddenly Moon Moon was the spokesperson for the entire African American race. Moon Moon could not talk without mentioning the fact that he was in an interracial relationship; he couldn't go a breath without talking about how hard it is. Except it isn't, because we're in a liberal area, and literally nobody cares that Moon Moon's trans.

Moon Moon let another trans dude fuck his boyfriend and got all jealous, which he told us about at a mutual friend's small party. We had no more than 5 people there. Through the course of the night, Moon Moon begged his boyfriend to fuck him in front of us; he humped his boyfriend's leg (Plate adamantly stated that he DID NOT WANT this to happen AT ALL and that it made him uncomfortable.) But that wasn't enough. Plate was on the phone with his mom for maybe 5 minutes with Moon Moon complaining about him taking so long; claiming he was so thirsty, and to bring him a drink NOW.

Plate, frustrated as he was, dropped the call and brought everyone a drink BUT Moon Moon. In retaliation, Moon Moon spilled a shit ton of red Gatorade on a white carpet and acted as if it were an accident. Now his persona is that of a stoner (he has medical marijuana because of his parents and he abuses it frequently), he has no friends, and cannot go five minutes without talking about weed. It got so bad I made a bingo sheet out of it. (For a bit of explanation; he's an admitted zoophile with a drowning fetish, harasses old women, licks his phone screen to clean it.. the list goes on.)
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I know an actual furry troon, who posts literal furry porn on facebook. He seems like he'd fit right in Animal Control. I am wayyy too nice to post anything on people I actually know irl though.
 
Lucifer's Rectum said:
Not sure if I posted about her already, but this one girl I know is a real piece of work. She tends to talk incessantly about herself to the point that it can kill a conversation, and has a habit of giving way too much personal info to people. Of course, she constantly goes on about her mental health without actually ever doing anything about it. On top of that she's in an "open relationship", which basically equates to her fucking as many guys as she can as frequently as she can while her boyfriend pretends it doesn't bother him. She also likes to bring the guys shes fucking on the side to her boyfriend's parties.
I'll probably share some specific stories about her if people are interested, but more or less all you really need to know is that it's really entertaining watching her mess things up for herself.
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Not sure if this would go here since I dont actually know who he is, but I was just making a quick stop at my local convenience store and witnessed a crazy redneck making a scene because they wouldn't let him return a can of soup without a receipt
 
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