The irony of you telling someone to get a life when you are spending your time throwing around completely unrelated insults online instead of actually participating in a discussion is really just a cherry on top of the bigot sunday that is your life.
The irony of you wasting your time and energy on this Earth throwing a temper tantrum because you don’t like the fact that you got shoved off of your moral high ground is the chocolate syrup on the bigoted, holier-than-thou, self-assured bigot sundae – and it’s spelled with an e, not a y – that is your life.
The irony of you telling someone to get a life when you are spending your time throwing around completely unrelated insults online instead of actually participating in a discussion is really just a cherry on top of the bigot sunday that is your life.
The irony of you wasting your time and energy on this Earth throwing a temper tantrum because you don’t like the fact that you got shoved off of your moral high ground is the chocolate syrup on the bigoted, holier-than-thou, self-assured bigot sundae – and it’s spelled with an e, not a y – that is your life.
It’s Friday. Go outside. Touch grass.
Get. A. Life.