CantTurnBack
drown with me • another fish in the sea
- Sep 21, 2023
- 82
Trigger warning: if you are a spineless "woe is me" incel, then this thread is designed to challenge your fragile existence, and you should go find yet another lousy incel thread to cry about it, because this one ain't it, chief.
The more I've witnessed incels pitifully discussing their perceived inability to attract a partner, the less sympathy I feel for this breed of bottom feeders. Constantly whining that no woman would ever cater to them, while simultaneously viewing women as no more than mere objects of their impractical fantasies and selfish desires.
These troglodytes are so self-absorbed and steeped in their own stench that their rancid personalities could curdle milk. Oh, so you blame women for your shortcomings? You want to use them for sex? You expect them to cook, clean, and care for you? But you're too busy basking insufferably in the filth of your own incompetence to make any progress at self-improvement.
A "self-proclaimed" incel won't make the slightest effort to get their stinky ass up and do something to impress the opposite sex. Not only are you physically unattractive, but your entire soul exudes a smell of rot that no dignified woman would ever touch with a yardstick. It's no wonder this festering hive of neutered rejects feels shunned from society at large; unworthy of a second glance, a stain on all of humanity!
These creatures deserve none of the acknowledgment they seek in their hopeless pursuit of pity from others. Their attitudes have earned them the exact level of respect they get beyond their bubble of detestability—ZERO. Oh, so you think it's unfair you live your life as a loveless incel? I think it's a damn shame the rest of us with real problems have to coexist alongside your blubbering carcass.
Now excuse me while I disinfect my psyche of these worthless heathens with bleach. Their parasitic existence is pollution ghastly enough to warrant a hazmat suit. Even sewage rats gag at the toxic fumes that ooze from the underbelly of inceldom.
P.S. welcoming salty slugs to the ignore list.
The more I've witnessed incels pitifully discussing their perceived inability to attract a partner, the less sympathy I feel for this breed of bottom feeders. Constantly whining that no woman would ever cater to them, while simultaneously viewing women as no more than mere objects of their impractical fantasies and selfish desires.
These troglodytes are so self-absorbed and steeped in their own stench that their rancid personalities could curdle milk. Oh, so you blame women for your shortcomings? You want to use them for sex? You expect them to cook, clean, and care for you? But you're too busy basking insufferably in the filth of your own incompetence to make any progress at self-improvement.
A "self-proclaimed" incel won't make the slightest effort to get their stinky ass up and do something to impress the opposite sex. Not only are you physically unattractive, but your entire soul exudes a smell of rot that no dignified woman would ever touch with a yardstick. It's no wonder this festering hive of neutered rejects feels shunned from society at large; unworthy of a second glance, a stain on all of humanity!
These creatures deserve none of the acknowledgment they seek in their hopeless pursuit of pity from others. Their attitudes have earned them the exact level of respect they get beyond their bubble of detestability—ZERO. Oh, so you think it's unfair you live your life as a loveless incel? I think it's a damn shame the rest of us with real problems have to coexist alongside your blubbering carcass.
Now excuse me while I disinfect my psyche of these worthless heathens with bleach. Their parasitic existence is pollution ghastly enough to warrant a hazmat suit. Even sewage rats gag at the toxic fumes that ooze from the underbelly of inceldom.
P.S. welcoming salty slugs to the ignore list.
Last edited:
I'll leave it to the reader's imagination.
