Originally Posted by monet View Post
LOL LOL LOL
This thread went from: "Am I the best ever" to some sort of Dr. Phil Episode.
Imagine if you were born in 1950 and had to go to Vietnam.
Or in the 1920s and had to fight in WWII.
You're a Fucking Pussy and aint no Fucking pill gonna balance you out.
Newsflash... we're all Fucked Up in the head in one way or another.
Deal with it.
Toughen up Buttercup.

P.S. - You ain't gonna find happiness or the meaning of life at the Blackjack Table or inside a building that is called a Ca-SIN-o which translates: SIN CAO which equals to LIFE OF SIN or SIN LIFE.
Retard fatboy, nothing here is referencing bravery in combat or anything else. These guys who came back all fucked in the head from war - i guess they're also pussies.

You used to be another sideshow yourself with your tent in the desert. You sure as hell aren't one to give out life advice.

There is another guy I know. Known him for quite a bit over 5 years. He's quite the hillbilly. He's had such employment issues but he's the kinda guy who can live off 300 a month out of his truck. I tell his closer friend that if he wants to help the guy try and get him to a psychiatrist. Maybe it won't help or make
Things worse bur you can just go back To whatever. This same advice works just as well for zk.