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On your best day and my worst, I'll still be a better man than you and I'll still be loved by more people than you. If I were to throw a bus load of orphans and nuns into a giant wood chipper, I'd still be more popular than you. How does that make you feel? It must be tough knowing you've never beaten me in an argument, I'm intellectually superior, I am financially superior, I'm better educated, have a better woman, and am happier than you'll ever be.
It's ok man. You can admit you wish you were me. We all know it. Perhaps you can come to grips with your inferiority and do something about it. Hell, I feel sorry for you. I'll even chip in a few bucks for your disparately needed years of psychotherapy.
Even though you're a twisted fuck nut, you're sill a person. Even a worthless scumbag loser such as yourself deserves a break now and then. The first step to fixing your problems is to admit them. So whenever you're ready to admit your jealous of me and my life, you can get on the road to getting a life of your own.
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