In which I "pwn" somebody...
...and also lie about having a girlfriend to cover for the fact that I'm, like, so obviously very, very fabulously gay.
Okay, so I found this offensive, racist video on YouTube:
and I left a comment basically asking why he brought up Jennifer Lopez's race at all (sure, she does have some of the problems he mentions, but that has nothing to do with her race), and spent the rest of the comment dissecting his poor grammar (because, of course he wouldn't respond to any sort of legitimate discussion on race).
He deleted the comment. Then he left a comment on my YouTube profile saying that I "obviously" didn't "get" the video, and that I was "obviously" a child molester, and needed to quit touching little boys. Seriously. So I left a comment on his profile that said, "Obviously." and left it at that.
But wait, I couldn't just leave it at that. So I sent him a message:
Subject: Grammar
Message: Here, I'm going to quote comments you've left on other accounts:
"you [sic] such a dumb nigger that you did not get the message of the videos. i know thinking is hard for a monkey like you, but, if you stopped throwing yor [sic] poop long enought [sic] to get the message you might just empress [sic] all you [sic] relatives at the zoo."
"you are a dumb nigger that needs to calm down. what happened to the good old days when a lippy jig like you got sprayed with the fire hose. [sic] lets [sic] hope those days soon return."
"you are a stupid bastard that is obviously threatened by me. if your [sic] not a nigger you are definitely as dumb as one."
It's called grammar, bitch. Learn it. Use it. Love it.
Then, today, I get this message in my YouTube inbox:
Subject: Homo
Message: It's obvious that you are as queer as a three-dollar bill. But even sadder is that you seem to be quite proud of it. Instead of being on youtube every night because you cant find a boyfriend. Can you find a fellow fudge packer? You seem to have be banished form the gay community. Why don't you try online dating? It's perfect for you because not only can they not see your face, but, they don't get the sense (because the you can only type) that you have a bad personality. You could also hit up some of you online dungeons and dragons friends for a date because I'm guessing one of them has to be a homo just like you. It would probably be wiser for you to look for a male relationship then spend your Saturday's looking up all of someone's (that surely took hours) comments lecturing people about their grammar. That's just sad, how much time and effort you put in to that. I truly feel sorry for you. And since fellow fags aren't exactly beating down the door to date you might want to put all your effort in that arena.
To which I replied (this is where I lie about having a girlfriend, guys. Also, if you could help me find one who doesn't fucking party too much, that'd be awesome and I would love you and your lovable face forever):
Subject: Re: Homo
Message: Haha, that's funny. My girlfriend (wait, shouldn't I say "girlfriends"? Because that's what gay people have, right? Girlfriends, plural? I'm pretty sure that's what they have. I mean, we. Oopsy-daisy! That's another sign that I'm obviously gay. Straight people would never, ever say that.) (I need to take a breath really quick, that was a long parenthetical. Sorry about that. Never split up a sentence with a parenthetical that long and ridiculous. A thousand apologies! Oopsy-daisy, I'm doing it again!) and I (I'll wait while you find your place in this sentence that's quickly getting overrun by parentheticals!) were amazed by how precisely you captured my personality! It's like you know me, or wait, it's like you're INSIDE ME! Holy fuck, I think my butt just came! Because that's what gay peoples' butts do, right? Cum? I think so, but maybe this fagola's just a little too used to pussy to really be an expert.
Love forever and ever and ever!
-Les
P.S. Kisses!
I think I may have just found my new online boyfriend guys!!!
SWAK,
-Les
P.S. Enough with the racism and homophobia, people! Get an education and quit hating people for being different than you.
Okay, so I found this offensive, racist video on YouTube:
and I left a comment basically asking why he brought up Jennifer Lopez's race at all (sure, she does have some of the problems he mentions, but that has nothing to do with her race), and spent the rest of the comment dissecting his poor grammar (because, of course he wouldn't respond to any sort of legitimate discussion on race).
He deleted the comment. Then he left a comment on my YouTube profile saying that I "obviously" didn't "get" the video, and that I was "obviously" a child molester, and needed to quit touching little boys. Seriously. So I left a comment on his profile that said, "Obviously." and left it at that.
But wait, I couldn't just leave it at that. So I sent him a message:
Subject: Grammar
Message: Here, I'm going to quote comments you've left on other accounts:
"you [sic] such a dumb nigger that you did not get the message of the videos. i know thinking is hard for a monkey like you, but, if you stopped throwing yor [sic] poop long enought [sic] to get the message you might just empress [sic] all you [sic] relatives at the zoo."
"you are a dumb nigger that needs to calm down. what happened to the good old days when a lippy jig like you got sprayed with the fire hose. [sic] lets [sic] hope those days soon return."
"you are a stupid bastard that is obviously threatened by me. if your [sic] not a nigger you are definitely as dumb as one."
It's called grammar, bitch. Learn it. Use it. Love it.
Then, today, I get this message in my YouTube inbox:
Subject: Homo
Message: It's obvious that you are as queer as a three-dollar bill. But even sadder is that you seem to be quite proud of it. Instead of being on youtube every night because you cant find a boyfriend. Can you find a fellow fudge packer? You seem to have be banished form the gay community. Why don't you try online dating? It's perfect for you because not only can they not see your face, but, they don't get the sense (because the you can only type) that you have a bad personality. You could also hit up some of you online dungeons and dragons friends for a date because I'm guessing one of them has to be a homo just like you. It would probably be wiser for you to look for a male relationship then spend your Saturday's looking up all of someone's (that surely took hours) comments lecturing people about their grammar. That's just sad, how much time and effort you put in to that. I truly feel sorry for you. And since fellow fags aren't exactly beating down the door to date you might want to put all your effort in that arena.
To which I replied (this is where I lie about having a girlfriend, guys. Also, if you could help me find one who doesn't fucking party too much, that'd be awesome and I would love you and your lovable face forever):
Subject: Re: Homo
Message: Haha, that's funny. My girlfriend (wait, shouldn't I say "girlfriends"? Because that's what gay people have, right? Girlfriends, plural? I'm pretty sure that's what they have. I mean, we. Oopsy-daisy! That's another sign that I'm obviously gay. Straight people would never, ever say that.) (I need to take a breath really quick, that was a long parenthetical. Sorry about that. Never split up a sentence with a parenthetical that long and ridiculous. A thousand apologies! Oopsy-daisy, I'm doing it again!) and I (I'll wait while you find your place in this sentence that's quickly getting overrun by parentheticals!) were amazed by how precisely you captured my personality! It's like you know me, or wait, it's like you're INSIDE ME! Holy fuck, I think my butt just came! Because that's what gay peoples' butts do, right? Cum? I think so, but maybe this fagola's just a little too used to pussy to really be an expert.
Love forever and ever and ever!
-Les
P.S. Kisses!
I think I may have just found my new online boyfriend guys!!!
SWAK,
-Les
P.S. Enough with the racism and homophobia, people! Get an education and quit hating people for being different than you.
posted by Lester at 1:25 AM

In October of Nineteen-Eighty-Cock-A-Doodle-Two, Lester was born with lungs the size of a newborn baby's. His small, fragile body looked like sweet and sour pork. He couldnt even speak English. Things did not look good for little Lester.