le Pew says:

So with all these posers you wonder how someone has lost touch with reality. The overcompensation factor always weighs in. For example, you finally realize that you are fat & ugly, so you decide to get tatted up to look hard. That’s right, you hang with the fighter crowd, and you even have your cool UFC sticker on the back of your truck. You realize you will never be skinny, so instead you do steroids and turn into a roid pig. Have you looked at your face, it’s the size of a stop sign. Girls that add bolt ons, slab on the makeup like concrete and bleach their hair to the point where it’s crispy, then they ask themselves why do I always date losers. So lost in their own confusion, yet they somehow can see just of their comical actions. Wake up and stop dreaming.

Do you really wake up and say, today’s the day to make an impression on the world. I’ll show them how different I am. Yet in your lost identity and sea of followers, your quest for uniqueness becomes the shout of attention to be the same. So yes partyposers….keep up the antics. I don’t mind putting you on blast.

Yes I am talk to you……………you ballin’ with no ball, sunglass wearin’ in the club player. Talk about doing big things for the last 10 years of your life with your delusions of grandeur. Always looking for a get rich quick scheme…if it’s not cutting it in a sales positions you sell your soul to sell berry juice. Hahahahah. Berry Juice? Come on, get a clue. You aren’t exempt females…female leeches that scream equal rights, yet you never want to pay for your own shit. Stop perpetrating. I can buy you a designer bag in exchange for a blowjob. Your services are rendered in forms of gift giving. You are no different then your local stripper, at least the aforementioned is honest about their profession. The club scene will never change with the same influx of clueless idiots that perpetuate the downward spiral of a vortex and ultimately their own lives. Be yourself, and don’t be a Party Poser. We’ll see your ass on our website.

Au revoir!