🎨 Artcow Iconoclast / Jonathan Mack Sweet - The Chris-Chan of Arkansas

[Chan the Wizard]

I'm surprised Sweet would bring up any kind of medical condition considering his crippling autism, claw hand, obesity, fecal incontinence, baldness, and mental retardation.
If he wasn't drowned as an infant, he would have been the village idiot.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

Sweet claims that he was a "loveable rascal" at ASU, and is still convinced people there adored him and showered him in gifts. Sweet also thinks that his life would be "infinitely better" and that he would be a "god" on campus if his father were still around (and still gets really mad when he's discussed) -- for example, Ashleigh would "still be with him." Sweet apparently attempts to justify murder because he's "desperate," as well as why he totally needs to go back to ASU.

Sweet also mentions an "X-factor" that he's trying to replicate so girls will go out with him, and mentions thugs waiting to ambush people who use a running track off coampus. Sweet also believes that if another Clinton is in office, his "golden opportunity" to get back into ASU (there was one?) will be gone. Sweet also thinks ASU is still in 1996-1997 in 2015.

Sweet also considers "wiping ASU off the map" (along with posting an emoticon smashing a heart with a hammer).

The responses were posted around midnight to 1AM, Arkansas time. Does Mama Sweet not give him a bedtime?

 

[Chan the Wizard]

You're never going back to ASU.

 

[Holdek]

Normally Jon's painful ignorance and stupidity doesn't phase me, but I was actually taken aback by his response to me. For two reasons:
1. I didn't expect senpai to notice me. He's usually busy tarding out about you or @HSMOF or @DrChristianTroy. It was a surprise to see him directly respond to me since he never does.
but the more important reason,
2. I was not prepared to see him use my seizure as a way to bash epileptic people.

I can handle Sweet mocking me for my skin color. I expect his 19th century view of black people so I can easily laugh him off when he starts going off about "da niggos", but seeing his painful ignorance toward epileptic people made me lose my composure (and NOT for the reason that Sweet thinks). That's why I retaliated to his crap by bringing up his autism as many times as I could.

The fact that this idiot actually believes that epileptic people are seen as second-class citizens and are actively discriminated against, wow, just wow. What a grade A exceptional individual. Sweet, I know you're special, so I'll make this clear. Epileptic people are not actively barred from colleges or jobs. They're not seen as problems on society. Thanks to modern medicine, epilepsy can be treated and people can live productive lives with it. Also normal college students do not haze the epileptic kid at college despite what your sick mind believes. If you were to try to haze someone because of their epilepsy, the result would not be pretty for you Jon.

BTW Sweet, this was my first seizure ever and I most likely don't have epilepsy. My doctors believe the seizure was brought on by a combination of stress, lack of sleep, being malnourished, and being on my ADHD medicine at the time. So believe it or not, you're really not attacking me with your spiel against epileptics.

There is actually an AJMer who has suffered multiple seizures though. I don't know the specifics, but seizures have been a problem for him. @Treenbeen knows who I am referring to here. If anything, Jon's spiel against epileptics is an attack against him, not me.

Needless to say, profound ignorance is not something I play around with. You have reveal what a true ignorant fuckjob you are Jon with your view of epileptics. Jesus, you truly are stuck in the 1800's, aren't ya? I've been avoiding saying this, but you need a lobotomy and fast Jon.

Also dumbass, you are under the impression that a black person with epilepsy would not be able to make it in this society. Jason Snelling and Danny Glover say hi bitch!

Jon's tried this with me on another medical issue. He likes to go after things about people that they don't choose for themselves, such as their medical conditions, race, sexual orientation, etc. (and that aren't shameful anyway), yet the things people criticize about him are within his control, such as his attitude, his vindictiveness, his having no qualms about harassing and threatening innocent people for decades, his cowardice, etc.

In the end, though, the nature of his attacks reflect far worse on him than they do on his targets. They pretty much erase any sympathy I have for him being cognitively invalid.

 

[Dr. Merkwurdichliebe]

Do you Even Lift? said:
Besides, a new diet and a workout regime won't do anything to shrink my large forehead, which is the part of me you gibberheads focus on (that and my wiener-- why does Doc Murky think a bully went after me for looking at my junk in the school locker room? That's just creepy and stupid).

Nice to see your English degree was worthless: the Doc referred to you being a homo because you were looking at other people's junk with that response. And an unshit diet would probably unclog the rat's nest of fat clearly choking your brain to death. The exercise would do the same and actually make you feel not shit.

Thanks, @Adamska , for reminding me of Thumb Skull's strange ability to turn his gawking in slack-jawed lust at another guy's genitals in the locker room into his staring in disappointment at his own junk. Stupidity like Jon's must be treasured. And commented on.

First, the idea that Sweet could simply look down and see his tiny tackle is preposterous. He was a big-bellied ol' porker even in high school. Catching the briefest glimpse of his own genitalia would have required an elaborate system of ropes, pulleys and mirrors. Some type of magnification system might also have been required for him to view these minuscule organs.

Second, there is the case of the bully who terrorized Jonathan M. Sweet throughout his school years. He appears in Jon's idiotic comics as Tony Moneran.

Here is Sweet's lengthy -- big surprise -- discourse on the bully.

I Am Hopelessly Autistic wrote:

Actually, Tony Moneran was modeled after this kid who used to pick on me growing up... psst, in the nineties, Slick, so of course he looks like a 90's cartoon bully, you moron. Moneran was basically a living cartoon caricature. He was this punk who usually hung around on Main Street, chain-smoking Marlboros (the cigarette of choice for the discriminating d-bag), often going shirtless to show off those cheap green ink tattoos up and down his arm, and constantly harassing passersby, usu. with his retinue made up of fellow d-bags. Monty's real name was Weyer, or Meyer, or some dang-fool thing,

Elsewhere, Sweet identifies his tormentor as being "not much older than 15." Quite the hardened criminal, no doubt.

So, was there a Tony Meyer or a Tony Weyer at Sweet's high school while our hero was there? I'm glad you asked. There was indeed.

Sweet graduated in 1993. Tony Meyer, the monster who still fuels Sweet's nightmares, graduated in 1996. Sweet, as a senior in high school, was being bullied by a freshman. Sweet whines about "Tony Moneran" quite a bit and says that the bullying went on for years. I'm gonna go out on a limb and suggest that while Sweet was crapping himself on the playground as a fourth-grader, it was because he was being victimized by the most notorious first-grade thug in the Land of the Free -- Tony Meyer.

 

[AnOminous]

Sweet graduated in 1993. Tony Meyer, the monster who still fuels Sweet's nightmares, graduated in 1996. Sweet, as a senior in high school, as being bullied by a freshman. Sweet whines about "Tony Moneran" quite a bit and says that the bullying went on for years. I'm gonna go out on a limb and suggest that while Sweet was crapping himself on the playground as a fourth-grader, it was because he was being victimized by the most notorious first-grade thug in the Land of the Free -- Tony Meyer.

It seems to be a rule of Sweetsplaining that every attempt he makes to worm his way out of looking like exactly the loser he is makes him look even more like a loser.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

I'm pretty sure "Tony Meyer" is on a certain loveable rascal's hit list to this day.

 

[CatFace]

Oh my fucking god.

I'm late, but I just can't get over '14th century equivalent to the ASU lifestyle'. My. Fucking. Sides

I think lots of people have their own little fantasies. 'If only I was born taller, I could have been a high jumper', or something of that nature. Many people daydream about what it would have been like to have been born in a different time.

It's hilarious and sad that Sweet's fantasies just show how incredibly selfish and lonely he is, as well as his inability to do anything for himself.

I think most people who dream of being born in the past have some idea of what they would actually do. 'I would be born a lord and do A and B', 'I'd be a farmer and have my own land'. Something they WANT to do.

What does Sweet WANT?

'They'll notice I am clever from an early age and I will be MADE a lord... or a cleric... or a wizard'. Forgetting about the wizard bit, what? Really, what? The 'bad boy of journalism' just wants any job he considers high status given to him? No grand fantasy of becoming involved with, I dunno, becoming the 'original' bad boy of journalism? Free land, free food, free life, all just for being Sweet.

It is pretty sad to have a grown human being so desperate for his self worth to be justified by other people. Screaming to the Internet for years that someday or at some point in time people will love and respect him someday, for doing nothing but being who he is. I actually think that's a very human longing. Except who he is, and has been for years, is a mean and cantankerous human being.

Perhaps when he calls himself the 'bad boy' of journalism he means it in the sense that he is 'bad' (not dedicated at all to his 'work' and would jump at the opportunity for any employment he considers easier) and a 'boy' (as in a child).

Either way I want to hear more about the 14th century ASU lifestyle.

 

[Mahimahi]

Wondering what Sweets is thinking of when he fantasises about villagers bringing him "slatterns" to fuck.

Does he meant "slattern" in the sense of a lazy, slovenly woman? Or in the sense of a sex worker?

Either way, it's not enormously appealing. Especially given the fact that the 14th century had zero treatments for syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, etc.

Even if his ridiculous fantasy had come true he would have quickly died a screaming lunatic in great pain with no nose.

(Jon, bro, there are lots of free online dictionaries. You can use them).

 

[CatFace]

Well, he thinks that pennies used to jam his door were gifts (Gifts. Of pennies.) rained down upon him by admirers. He thinks in the 14th century he would be noticed as smart and special enough that the lower and upper class would band together to break the strict social structure to assign him a situation where he wouldn't need to do anything. I think he'd view a disease ridden woman, no matter her condition, as simply in the throws of ecstasy for a chance at him. Such a happy and willing partner. I am still not convinced that 'Ashleigh' wasn't a younger boy and the story of him meeting 'her' isn't completely false. (Has she been confirmed as real?)

The more I think of it the more it seems like what my younger brothers might have done if they overheard me talking about the local spaz... sorry, I am not on this thread so much.

 

[Shadow Fox]

Sweet claims that he was a "loveable rascal" at ASU, and is still convinced people there adored him and showered him in gifts. Sweet also thinks that his life would be "infinitely better" and that he would be a "god" on campus if his father were still around (and still gets really mad when he's discussed) -- for example, Ashleigh would "still be with him." Sweet apparently attempts to justify murder because he's "desperate," as well as why he totally needs to go back to ASU.

Sweet also mentions an "X-factor" that he's trying to replicate so girls will go out with him, and mentions thugs waiting to ambush people who use a running track off coampus. Sweet also believes that if another Clinton is in office, his "golden opportunity" to get back into ASU (there was one?) will be gone. Sweet also thinks ASU is still in 1996-1997 in 2015.

Sweet also considers "wiping ASU off the map" (along with posting an emoticon smashing a heart with a hammer).

The responses were posted around midnight to 1AM, Arkansas time. Does Mama Sweet not give him a bedtime?

Sure is a lot of dumb excuse-making in those posts. I especially liked how he ignores the points about eating salad and drinking water and just insists that it doesn't matter if his soda is store-brand or not.

Also note that he doesn't mention any sort of emotional attachment to his dad - he doesn't miss him because they were close to each other, or because ol' Dad taught him valuable things, or they had shared interests that bonded them together. No, Sweetums is only upset because his dad is no longer around to do things for Jon, to make Jon's life easier, to satisfy Jon's wants and desires. It's been this way ever since college, when his father's death was just a convenient excuse to try to get some pity sex out of Ashleigh.

Y'know, if you and your old man didn't get along, Sweetmeats, that's fine, a lot of people don't. But stop acting like you're so deeply wounded by our mentioning of him when you view him as nothing more than a tool to be used.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

get some pity sex out of Ashleigh

Sweet's apparent thought process:

"Mention deceased dad to attempt to score pity sex with troll GF. GF leaves. Therefore, no deceased dad = no GF leaving."

 

[Shadow Fox]

Sweet's apparent thought process:

"Mention deceased dad to attempt to score pity sex with troll GF. GF leaves. Therefore, no deceased dad = no GF leaving."

That's the only reasoning I can deduce for Sweet's insistence that Ashlay wouldn't have left him if his dad was still alive. Thanks for screwing up Thumbhead's chance at happiness with your untimely death, Dad! God, how selfish are you?

 

[DrChristianTroy]

@Dr. Merkwurdichliebe was right, my comment weren't blocked. Because I'm an ego maniac I'm totally going to assume they were unblocked because I called him out. Anyway for those that find his DA just too autistic to visit (fair enough) here are his latest comments.

Where I totally just hear Big Boss Man mocking Big Show's dead dad.

Never bring up my father again. It was losing him that caused me a lot of my problems in life. Here's your "#Realness", slapnuts. If he was still with us my life would be infinitely better. Ashleigh would still be with me. Her dad was a lawyer, so he would have helped me with my case against The Herald, and I would have buried those lying sons of bitches in court, been cleared of all charges, and returned to A-State as a god. Dale wouldn't have ever come into our lives. My brother would never have turned to drugs. I doubt it would have made a difference whether my soda was name-brand or generic. I don't think my dad would have understood the Internet or even known a .jpeg was. Being a factory worker most of his life, he only understood industrial machinery. I never saw him even touch a typewriter or use a kitchen appliance.

So, again, you admit that The Herald committed fraud and went for the big, easy plagiarism charge instead of some lesser thing like breach of ethics. Thus, they turned my fans and fellow co-workers against me, causing them to spend the next year hazing me subtly to frighten me into leaving school. That is sick. If that is how they teach folks to do things at ASU, maybe I should stop focusing on recreating that environment and put my energies into wiping it off the map.

Remember guys THUGS are around every corner.

A desperate man, is who. The cops were useless. They couldn't keep him in jail and my brother's behavior was getting worse every time he got out. His lawyer has told us if he hadn't gotten help and gone straight, he'd be rotting in prison right this minute on a 7-10 year stick. I simply made a few contingency plans. When he stole the money I was saving towards my return to school, that was the last straw.

They do have things at the college that I can't get easily on the outside. Steak and quail served in the cafeteria. A weight room only two flights downstairs instead of 20 or 30 miles away. A jogging track where gang thugs aren't waiting to catch and beat you as you run by. The town girls at A-State only go out with college men. I have spent years trying to isolate and reproduce the X factor that makes this so, but without actually being right there, it's difficult to study closely. It's some strange perfect storm of geography (the school is 15 miles away from the per capita v.d. capital of the U.S.), a loose moral fiber, and the relaxed political atmosphere of 1996-97. We'll have another Clinton in the Presidential race next year, and the window is rapidly closing. I have to move quickly or lose my golden opportunity.

I didn't install the antenna incorrectly. PROGRESSIVES DID!

1. I am hunting them down. I'm just not getting my hands dirty. Let someone else handle the rough stuff.

2. No, it's not. It explains everything perfectly. He's someone I knew from back in the day who still holds a grudge. And I think I know who one of his sources is. He stupidly gave them away during one of his rants. I wonder how this person's boss would like an e-mail about their recent behavior?

3. Quit trying to pin it on me, dickknocker. I had nothing to do with installing the cable box. In fact, I went on record saying it was a bad idea from the get-go and didn't want that newfangled blah-blah in the house. But, again, my family never listens to me. Now we have a piece of power-wasting junk that goes all flooey if three's even a moderately stiff breeze outside, with a clock that constantly loses time and a remote that gobbles batteries like candy. We actually got two of those hunks of junk. The first blew out and quit after a few weeks.

4. The world is whatever those in power say it is. The solution is getting the right people in charge.

5. Pfft. Who needs what you laughably call the "real world"? I'm willing to settle for "real enough".

Lastly where he totally was a lovable rascal. People loved his pedophilia and racism. Slapnuts.

I didn't draw them. I just give props to other artists. That's how you get these cool little llama badges.

Before things changed, I was a lovable rascal. That was my whole persona at A-State. I was really quiet and shy in high school, so naturally I thought college was about reinventing yourself and being the life of the party. People seemed to respond favorably to my jokes and columns with laughter and gifts, thus encouraging the behavior that was apparently bothering them. That's called shooting yourself in the foot. Here's a thought: be honest. If it's bothering you, speak up. Maybe in the future these misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and bizarre, passive-aggressive "velvet-glove" hazings could be avoided.

Roast this, slapnuts.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

"slapnuts"

Sweet certainly uses a fine repertoire of insults and comebacks for a 40 year old Bad Boy Of College Journalism.

 

[Shadow Fox]

"slapnuts"

And "dickknocker". Someone is certainly fascinated by male genitalia.

 

[The Mountain]

Again, Sweet shows a pathetic understanding of what fraud is. If he hadn't been guilty of plagiarism, then it would have been fraud. As things stand, he was indeed guilty. Being let go from any kind of job for a legitimate reason isn't fraud, Sweet, it's simply consequence.

Nobody from ASU holds a grudge against you. They simply don't like you because you're a repugnant excuse for a person. Moreover, the good Doctor doesn't rant, he shares stories about you shared by people who attended ASU with you. As for calling the employer of the person you suspect of being a source, what exactly do you expect to happen? Unless your job is public relations or you're otherwise under public scrutiny, sharing stories about the weird creep from years ago isn't going to get a person fired. Here's what your call would boil down to:

"One of your employees has been telling mean stories about me from college!"
"....And?"

Honesty clearly doesn't work with you, seeing as your response to the truth is comparable to a vampire's response to direct sunlight. The odds are good that someone did try telling you to cut it out and you just wrote them off as a progressive. Lovable rascals don't chew peanuts in people's ears for attention: assholes do. Lovable rascals don't attempt fratricide: assholes do. Lovable rascals aren't hideous racists: assholes are.
QED, you're an asshole.

As for you settling for the "real enough" world, doesn't that fly in the face of your claim that ASU kicked you out for being too real? Sounds more like ASU was too real for you.

 

[Ruin]

life of the party.

As if anyone would invite this inbred lard golem anywhere. Thank god his father is in redneck heaven instead of having to watch his forty year old son shit himself and watch toddler cartoons.

 

[Adamska]

Roast this, slapnuts.

'k.

Never bring up my father again.

Not happening you selfish fuck who used your dad's corpse to beg for pity sex. The same dad who regretted spawning you since you were his legacy until your brothers gave him a better one.

It was losing him that caused me a lot of my problems in life.

No, it was your dickish behavior and screaming death threats for a year that did that. Well, that and you being a criminally lazy retarded man who refuses to use his degree.

Here's your "#Realness", slapnuts. If he was still with us my life would be infinitelybetter.

You'd still fuck up everything and burn all your bridges, dad or no. You're too much of a sleazy asshole not to.

Ashleigh would still be with me.

The troll who intentionally phone sexed with you to mock your desperation? The same one you squicked out instantly the only time you met? Yeah lol no.

Her dad was a lawyer, so he would have helped me with my case against The Herald, and I would have buried those lying sons of bitches in court, been cleared of all charges, and returned to A-State as a god.

The same dad that turned out to not be a lawyer you stupid bastard? The same guy who directly told you he had no daughter since you were too retarded to properly stalk her? That one fucktard? And lol no, the college is a private institution; no matter how much money you shovel into a lawlsuit, you'd still get laughed out of court. Since it's basically impossible to slander you due to you being such a shit person. @AnOminous is a lawyer and highlighted this. But like all fucktards, you ignore the advice of experts despite being more incompetent than an eight year old.

Dale wouldn't have ever come into our lives. My brother would never have turned to drugs.

Your dad and brother would just try drinking themselves to death instead. Especially since you would be screaming at them to do stuff for you like fight your own battles.

I doubt it would have made a difference whether my soda was name-brand or generic. I don't think my dad would have understood the Internet or even known a .jpeg was. Being a factory worker most of his life, he only understood industrial machinery. I never saw him even touch a typewriter or use a kitchen appliance.

In short, you want to hide behind your daddy for both money and to fight your own battle for you. Reprehensible scum who should be locked in the psych ward and lobotomized that's what you are.

So, again, you admit that The Herald committed fraud and went for the big, easy plagiarism charge instead of some lesser thing like breach of ethics.

No you cherry picking faggot. We, as a body, evaluated your paper and felt that it wasn't quite plagiarism. The college differed on that definition and had your admission anyway. It isn't fraud you retard.

Thus, they turned my fans and fellow co-workers against me, causing them to spend the next year hazing me subtly to frighten me into leaving school.

Translation: I had no friends, no fans, and through my own actions pissed off the people that pitied me. I then tarded out for a year when I admitted to plagiarism and stormed out in a huff when they gave me one more chance because I delusionally think I'm not a broken and crazy psychopath.

That is sick. If that is how they teach folks to do things at ASU, maybe I should stop focusing on recreating that environment and put my energies into wiping it off the map.

You will die alone, unloved, and powerless.

A retarded sociopath is who.

Fix'd. Right down to your fucked comma usage.

The cops were useless. They couldn't keep him in jail and my brother's behavior was getting worse every time he got out. His lawyer has told us if he hadn't gotten help and gone straight, he'd be rotting in prison right this minute on a 7-10 year stick.

So you didn't try rehab because? Either way, no reasonable or remotely normal person turns to murder.

I simply made a few contingency plans.

When he stole the money I was saving towards my return to school, that was the last straw.

Nahh, that money would've went down a hole anyway. Your lawlsuit would have been laughed out of court.

They do have things at the college that I can't get easily on the outside.

None of which is what the college is for and why you should not be allowed in.

Steak and quail served in the cafeteria.

Walmart and ask a butcher during hunting season. Done.

A weight room only two flights downstairs instead of 20 or 30 miles away. A jogging track where gang thugs aren't waiting to catch and beat you as you run by.

Do your fucking chores. That'd burn some fat off you lazy bum.

The town girls at A-State only go out with college men.

Again, this is delusional shit that doesn't exist outside of the fetid mess that is your brain.

I have spent years trying to isolate and reproduce the X factor that makes this so, but without actually being right there, it's difficult to study closely.

Or it never existed.

It's some strange perfect storm of geography (the school is 15 miles away from the per capita v.d. capital of the U.S.), a loose moral fiber, and the relaxed political atmosphere of 1996-97.

Or... you are a super autistic sped who made up all the bullshit in your head. The latter is more likely.

We'll have another Clinton in the Presidential race next year, and the window is rapidly closing. I have to move quickly or lose my golden opportunity.

You will die alone and unloved, never returning to that college.

1. I am hunting them down. I'm just not getting my hands dirty. Let someone else handle the rough stuff.

So you will never get revenge since you are a cowardly little self-absorbed psychopath who sucks balls at research. Got it.

2. No, it's not. It explains everything perfectly.

Oh, you're about to say something delusional and crazy, let me get the popcorn.

He's someone I knew from back in the day who still holds a grudge.

Or he happens to actually know how to be a journalist. You know, the thing you pretended you were? And you're too retarded to be worth a grudge. Laughing at the broken moron who destroyed his life and will die homeless? Sure. Holding a grudge? Lolno.

And I think I know who one of his sources is.

"First you call me asking about the daughter I don't have, now this shit? Stop calling me or I'll cane you somethin' fierce boy!" ~ Old Man

He stupidly gave them away during one of his rants.

Congratulations, you're pulling a Shaner. You have actually regressed in intelligence; good job.

I wonder how this person's boss would like an e-mail about their recent behavior?

They would ignore the ravings of the obviously deranged, inbred, quadroon psychopath.

3. Quit trying to pin it on me, dickknocker.

Copying Butthead doesn't make you cool. It makes you look like a particularly retarded child who found out about Adult Swim.

I had nothing to do with installing the cable box. In fact, I went on record saying it was a bad idea from the get-go and didn't want that newfangled blah-blah in the house.

Translation: I threw a tard fit over not being able to watch cartoons for the day. Then when mommy fucked up the installation, I blamed my shit reception on Obeme, even though it was Dubya and Congress who signed it into law and set the date. But fuck research, I'm retarded and look like the lovechild between Captain Kangaroo and a monkey's thumb.

But, again, my family never listens to me.

Gee I wonder why?

Now we have a piece of power-wasting junk that goes all flooey if three's even a moderately stiff breeze outside, with a clock that constantly loses time and a remote that gobbles batteries like candy.

You are clearly :autism:. I know this because I knew a :autism: kid that had an obsession with switching batteries for no reason, delusionally thinking they were dead.

We actually got two of those hunks of junk. The first blew out and quit after a few weeks.

I'm pretty sure you broke it somehow. You were too retarded to own a laptop and broke that while it still had warranty.

4. The world is whatever those in power say it is. The solution is getting the right people in charge.

: Holy shit this guy is why I'm running. I want to cut these guys' benefits to stop them from being able to leech on welfare and to teach them some basic responsibility. Elect me and will not be able to be used to get out of work like this.

5. Pfft. Who needs what you laughably call the "real world"? I'm willing to settle for "real enough".

This is lulzy since you referenced Allegory of the Cave as the guy who saw the outside earlier. I knew you'd be the cave dwellers that shit on the guy who learned the truth.

Before things changed, I was a lovable rascal.

You were only a socially maladjusted, selfish, annoying little sperglord. Yes, that's sarcasm you tard.

That was my whole persona at A-State. I was really quiet and shy in high school, so naturally I thought college was about reinventing yourself and being the life of the party.

Hence why you decided to become a raging douche.

People seemed to respond favorably to my jokes and columns with laughter and gifts, thus encouraging the behavior that was apparently bothering them. That's called shooting yourself in the foot.

Laughing can imply many things you autistic heel. It can represent incredulity, amazement, disbelief, frustration, and so on. And we went over this: those gifts were Pronks. Sorry if you're desperate to pretend that people like you, but that clearly wasn't the case.

Here's a thought: be honest. If it's bothering you, speak up. Maybe in the future these misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and bizarre, passive-aggressive "velvet-glove" hazings could be avoided.

I really do imagine they did this and you ignored them out of hubris and autism like you do everyone who tried to help you.

 

[ToroidalBoat]

I didn't notice that Sweet once again used Belch Dimension to "prove" something.

I thought college was about reinventing yourself and being the life of the party.

Sounds like someone is taking TV too seriously. Again.