The Truth
>wake up
>has the option to literally do anything else with his life
>goes to a website with a wrestling board that collectively hates your ass and mocks you every day
>intentionally finds things to be mad about
>seethes
>writes posts gloating about nothing to no one on something nobody cares about, usually whiney and filled with spelling mistakes because he's IP hopping and phoneposting after getting banned
>sticks Nash wrestling figures of his ass
>goes to sleep but his lack of meds keeps him awake
>wakes up
>swings plastic Neegan bat around his room, pretends he's fighting 92 posters while doing it. Mumbling out nonsense that he thinks are the most clever comebacks to invisible enemies
>Nash wrestling figure finally dislodges from asshole
>parents and legal guardians ask if you took your seroquel and respiderol yet, you're making way too much fucking ruckus and crying all the time.
>log on to 4chan
>find out Nash still got the "ARRR" treatment by Somalian butt pirates in the summer of '92 and there are five threads on the board 24/7 laughing about it
>scream out loud and then begin punching self in head
>cry to jannies
>pretend you're talking to other people online, pretend you're organizing raids to clean the board up while your own room stinks from mildew-forming wet towels you haven't picked up in weeks
>shove Kevin Nash figure up his ass
>shuffle through over three thousand Rikishi's ass pictures, start spamming
>check to see how much space is left on the hard drive with the gay porn cause its running red
>pucker asshole up to prevent Nash wrestling figure from slipping out while typing baby rape stories
>cry
>think you're fooling anyone by posting "not Wolfie" on posts that are clearly written by that retard.
>make boo-boo face
Every fucking day, dude. When ISN'T he malding and all buttmad?
