Poor little Tyke, so desperate to appear relevant, fake quotes, behaving precisely as his/her fake quote states, frantic to be right, 'just once, just once, please Lord, grant me this much.'
Tragic.
What the hell are you babbling about?
Well? What happened? Did you run out of boring psycho-babble to repeat?
Give me another one with the word “poor” in it. You seem to like that. Oh….and use “little” again, too.
Lord forbid you grow a vocabulary and use any new adjectives.
Poor sad little Tyke sits on his computer all day and night waiting for some attention.
What’s the matter, Capt. Cuttenpaste? Need more time to scour the interwebs for a response?
Dry your tears, little Raymond, and get a life. You are the one sniffing around and whining about how hard done by you are.
