Chuck looked like a triangle-faced malformed asspie who got dropped not just on his head but right smack dab in the center of his face several times as an infant. Picasso himself, witnessing his face, would thrown up his hands and screamed in horrified terror at what a wretched abomination of asymmetry had been formed in the mold of Chuck's face. His wispy get-blown-away-by-a-stiff-breeze pasty-skinned body was abhorrent to witness and I wish I never had but oh dear atheismo I clicked on that link where he posted pictures of himself oh dear sweet atheismo I need mindbleach.
He was a narcissistic douchebag with personal views that closely resembled that of the nazis. He refused to acknowledge any of his own shortcomings, instead clamping his hands onto his ears and shrieking "LALALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU YOU'RE WASTING MY TIME I AM NOT WRONG LALALALA!!!" He was a moron, a tool, a fucking vapid moron with an intellect that was little more than a singularity of stupidity whose gravitational pull was so great that no intellect could hope to ever escape from it, and a wispy little stick-figure militant vegan dipshit who made Brian Peppers look positively sexy.
Goodnight and good-fucking-bye.
He was a narcissistic douchebag with personal views that closely resembled that of the nazis. He refused to acknowledge any of his own shortcomings, instead clamping his hands onto his ears and shrieking "LALALALA CAN'T HEAR YOU YOU'RE WASTING MY TIME I AM NOT WRONG LALALALA!!!" He was a moron, a tool, a fucking vapid moron with an intellect that was little more than a singularity of stupidity whose gravitational pull was so great that no intellect could hope to ever escape from it, and a wispy little stick-figure militant vegan dipshit who made Brian Peppers look positively sexy.
Goodnight and good-fucking-bye.
