You give me hope, Paul. If this were a film, I'd be thinking that the world was ending because I recently found out that I had cancer. Then you would pull aside your dividing curtain to show yourself to me for the first time, an old man riddled with cancer, skin glazed with the stench of death, clearly reaching for his vocal chords as they muster out the raspy phrase "oh please." Later on in the movie you either leave the hospital or die (the nurse who opens the curtain to reveal a different patient never literally reveals that detail, although the music is all sad and ****) and I use you as an inspirational plot point.
tl;dr thanks Paul, you're really driving my plot forward
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Originally Posted by Chula Vista
It's called compensation.
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Your age, head, and body have nothing to do with the ****ty opinions that you crap out all over the forum. Don't blame your physical features for something your feeble mind is responsible for, that's called delusion.