You know, it isn’t really all your fault that you’re the second-dumbest person I’ve ever met in my entire life - your mom is a fat bitch who only cares about preaching to people about “God” and what she’s going to eat next. Your father doesn’t give a fuck about you, and everybody knows that. All he cares about is his weed, his women, and his music. And let’s not forget about your step-mommy, stepping in to save the day. Sadly, she cares the most. Unfortunately, she’s trying too hard to be your friend, and now you’re nothing more than a stupid, ignorant bitch. The sad thing is, you have what it takes to be at least a little bit smarter. Oh well. All you care about is pretending to be the world’s next gay porn star (good luck with that), being right all the time (“nobody can beat me in a debate, I dare you to try” is basically a death wish; I’d shut up a bit if I were you - your arguments don’t even make sense most of the time), and making yourself almost famous on MySpace (you’re actually succeeding, which is fucking hilarious). So no harm done, you can go on being a stupid manwhore, and nobody will give you shit about it.

PS: Cut your damn hair already. You look like a Chris Crocker wannabe.