I saw Aidan Gillen at an airport in Uzbekistan a few weeks ago. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a hothead and bother him and ask him to take some men free of charge. He said, “Oh, you want me to call it in?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “BANE? BANE? BANE?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my boarding, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my ticket up front I saw him trying to board the plane with like fifteen doctors in without paying. The girl at the desk was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to file those with the agency first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the desk. When she took one of the doctors and started checking for ID multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any master plans,” and then turned around and gestured a feather in his cap at me. After she scanned each doctor and gave them each a stamp and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by gripping his belt really loudly.
+windows95ism There he is. There he goes again. Look, everyone! He posted it once again! Isn’t he just the funniest guy around?! Oh my God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a little girl as you type once again your little "I met a famous person" copypasta up, as you watch the video. Or maybe you don’t even watch the video. Maybe you’re such a disgusting NEET that you just go on popular videos, so you can post the comment. Oh, we know the comment. The uh "I met this famous person and they were a jerk to some person working there" copypasta, isn’t it? I imagine you, little shit, laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it’s ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that’s right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she’s probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown man who spends all his time on RU-vid posting a fucking copy-pasted story. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a NEET. A pathetic, autistic NEET. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can’t even try to talk with you because all you say is “I met dad at the liquor store a few weeks ago. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn't want to make him wish he could walk out on us again. he said "like you're doing now?" All I could say was "what?" but he kept cutting me off, and going "what? what? what?" and getting all up in my face. So I walked away and continued shopping. When I came up to the front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like ten 40oz bottles in his arms. The girl at the counter was very professional about it and said "sir, you have to pay for those" at first he pretended not to hear her, but saw security at the door, so he went up to the counter. When she took one of the bottles and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan each of them individually "to prevent any electrical interfetterence" and then turned around and winked at me. When she tried to tell him the price, after she had scanned each individual bottle, he kept interrupting her buy cussing loudly.” You’ve become a parody of your own self. And that’s all you are. A sad little man laughing in the dark by himself as he prepares to indulge in the same old dance that he’s done a million times now. And that’s all you’ll ever be. UH
