You know I can just picture Wooters right now, spamming these threads.
Sitting at his computer, giving his brown shirt one last check to ensure it's properly pressed and the imitation Tin Cross is pinned on straight, checking that his fussy little mustache and vain comb-over are still in place, and finally, to muster up the courage to anonymously defame people he doesn't know on the internet, look up at his beloved Austrian guardian before typing out any silly old shite in the hopes that those of us who have working brain cells get angry with him.
Sitting at his computer, giving his brown shirt one last check to ensure it's properly pressed and the imitation Tin Cross is pinned on straight, checking that his fussy little mustache and vain comb-over are still in place, and finally, to muster up the courage to anonymously defame people he doesn't know on the internet, look up at his beloved Austrian guardian before typing out any silly old shite in the hopes that those of us who have working brain cells get angry with him.
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