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- Nov 7, 2017
my boyfriend had been friends with this fat incel since the 5th grade. one day the fat incel hits him up to hang and i'm down to meet his childhood friend so we invite him over.
you can imagine the type. squat, 5'6", scraggly dishwater hair, fat as all hell, and he had eyes so cold and lifeless i could almost hear the screaming of the void whenever i looked into them. i'm not easy to freak out, but i couldn't even look this dude in the eye.
on the walk home from the train he won't stop sperging about some girl he's dating, i'll call her Ronnie. how she's in the hospital, he can't wait to talk to her, etc... he turns to me and says, "I'm in a long distance relationship with a girl who has cancer." i act interested and profess my sympathies.
throughout the night i learn more details about this "internet girl with cancer." she's a "philosophy professor" (who apparently had a shitty, basic, neckbeard grasp on philosophy). she's totally rich, her dad is definitely a billionare CEO of an oil company in Texas, and she's absolutely going to fly him over to her mansion where they'll get married and live happily ever after, delivering him a life of wanton luxury and sloth. in his spare time he'll read philosophy and become a Great American Writer. he shows me a picture of "Ronnie" - it's a cute skinny hipster girl with a pixie cut.
i'm looking at this fat semi-retarded doofus and shit is not adding up.
the moment he leaves i ask my boyfriend, "has he ever talked to her on the phone?" boyfriend says he's not sure. i ask, "has he ever webcammed with her at least?" the answer is no. i break the news to my boyfriend that he's obviously being catfished. then i ask him what he knows about their relationship. they met on a speakers/headphones sperg forum. the "cancer" struck Ronnie right as they began to speak of marriage. every time they're supposed to meet Ronnie's "cancer" flares up and she's admitted to the hospital, and gosh darn it, she'll just have to cancel this time. and that time. and again.
apparently they have a very unique kink. i don't know the word for this because it's probably not furries. they're into cybering as anthropomorphic dolphins.
okay, i gotta know about this guy now, so the boyfriend tells me more.
he used to room with the guy and the guy was an absolute pig. he inherited $250k from a dead relative and spent it on retarded bullshit like headphones, diaperfur art commissions, and mountains of fast food. he'd order a pizza and a lava cake and eat both to himself. he'd buy shit loads of alcohol and get wasted playing video games. and he never, ever cleaned. since he was riding that inheritance he never worked. his bed was surrounded by wadded tissues and his room "smelled of semen" and he "smelled like cheeseburgers."
he also spent a lot of money on paying phone dominatrixes to call him throughout the day and harass him about what a sorry piece of shit he is. he was apparently only able to masturbate if he gave them $500. this was when his inheritance had been dwindled to its last dregs, making this even more retarded.
he never changed his socks, ever, and because of the horrible hygiene of the environment the house swarmed with flies. eventually the flies laid their larvae on his socks and his feet were infested with worms, which he referred to as his "little friends" and proceeded to do nothing about them.
after weeks of me being astounded at his putrid existence and wondering how the fuck a person like this could exist (ah, my innocent pre-Kiwi Farms days) we decided to stage an intervention of sorts and disclose to him that he was being catfished. he was having none of it. he stopped talking to my boyfriend.
his diet was so horrible that we don't even know how he's still alive. i was working a temp job at a call center once and lo and behold, who plops next to me? he proceeds to make a big show of trying to get my attention just so he could pretend to ignore me. mommy issues.
you can imagine the type. squat, 5'6", scraggly dishwater hair, fat as all hell, and he had eyes so cold and lifeless i could almost hear the screaming of the void whenever i looked into them. i'm not easy to freak out, but i couldn't even look this dude in the eye.
on the walk home from the train he won't stop sperging about some girl he's dating, i'll call her Ronnie. how she's in the hospital, he can't wait to talk to her, etc... he turns to me and says, "I'm in a long distance relationship with a girl who has cancer." i act interested and profess my sympathies.
throughout the night i learn more details about this "internet girl with cancer." she's a "philosophy professor" (who apparently had a shitty, basic, neckbeard grasp on philosophy). she's totally rich, her dad is definitely a billionare CEO of an oil company in Texas, and she's absolutely going to fly him over to her mansion where they'll get married and live happily ever after, delivering him a life of wanton luxury and sloth. in his spare time he'll read philosophy and become a Great American Writer. he shows me a picture of "Ronnie" - it's a cute skinny hipster girl with a pixie cut.
i'm looking at this fat semi-retarded doofus and shit is not adding up.
the moment he leaves i ask my boyfriend, "has he ever talked to her on the phone?" boyfriend says he's not sure. i ask, "has he ever webcammed with her at least?" the answer is no. i break the news to my boyfriend that he's obviously being catfished. then i ask him what he knows about their relationship. they met on a speakers/headphones sperg forum. the "cancer" struck Ronnie right as they began to speak of marriage. every time they're supposed to meet Ronnie's "cancer" flares up and she's admitted to the hospital, and gosh darn it, she'll just have to cancel this time. and that time. and again.
apparently they have a very unique kink. i don't know the word for this because it's probably not furries. they're into cybering as anthropomorphic dolphins.
he used to room with the guy and the guy was an absolute pig. he inherited $250k from a dead relative and spent it on retarded bullshit like headphones, diaperfur art commissions, and mountains of fast food. he'd order a pizza and a lava cake and eat both to himself. he'd buy shit loads of alcohol and get wasted playing video games. and he never, ever cleaned. since he was riding that inheritance he never worked. his bed was surrounded by wadded tissues and his room "smelled of semen" and he "smelled like cheeseburgers."
he also spent a lot of money on paying phone dominatrixes to call him throughout the day and harass him about what a sorry piece of shit he is. he was apparently only able to masturbate if he gave them $500. this was when his inheritance had been dwindled to its last dregs, making this even more retarded.
he never changed his socks, ever, and because of the horrible hygiene of the environment the house swarmed with flies. eventually the flies laid their larvae on his socks and his feet were infested with worms, which he referred to as his "little friends" and proceeded to do nothing about them.
after weeks of me being astounded at his putrid existence and wondering how the fuck a person like this could exist (ah, my innocent pre-Kiwi Farms days) we decided to stage an intervention of sorts and disclose to him that he was being catfished. he was having none of it. he stopped talking to my boyfriend.
his diet was so horrible that we don't even know how he's still alive. i was working a temp job at a call center once and lo and behold, who plops next to me? he proceeds to make a big show of trying to get my attention just so he could pretend to ignore me. mommy issues.
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