rep boostong

He's still out there, guys. I wondered why it was so quiet, but I know he's waiting, waiting for you and me to let the tension drain from our necks and shoulders and log off..

That day, when he first arrived, we didn't think him a threat. Look at him, we said. He's harmless, we said. We can handle him, we laughed. We're ready.
But now we keep watch. It's too painful, seeing him savour our suffering, seeing us cringe, seeing us let our guards down, underestimating him.

Look at him smile. He's typing in the corner, a bead of drool working the edge of his lip, now frothing as he breathes out.
He took from your reputation. And, you let him. She called him a bush pig after letting him cum on her thighs. He called him a dushbag, prograting, prograting indeed.

Now I'm not sure any more. I don't know what, "greens -rootbeer" means any more.

While you let it happen, he's rep boosting.

He left because his foreign girlfriend left