Simpson's Comic Book Guy, Incarnate

Simpson's Comic Book Guy, Incarnate

OK, I'm gonna play the "I'm the mother fucker who talks shit about someone behind their back and not in front of their face" card here. Once again I'll admit that I'm a fucking hater who sucks on big fat dick, just so that I can say that this guy was the worst fucking asshole of a booth neighbor I've ever had. But it wasn't ONLY because of who he was and what he sells, but because of how he acted too. His merchandise was Godawful enough ("How To Glomp"? "Panty Pirate"??)... but he also took tape from me without asking, continued to interrupt me while I'm talking to my own customers, hail down people in front of MY booth, acted like he was this tremendious super genius for inventing his shirts, and owned a "H3NTA1" license plate. Oh, and did I mention that he has a furry webcomic? What pissed me off further is that he never caught onto all the times I didn't want to talk to him. Frankly if I woke up as him one day, I would kill myself. And I guess if you want to, you can say that all this hating from me is because I'm jealous of his success. Yeah sure, I'm jealous of the fact that he's a complete fucking furfag otaku fuck who sells crappy jokes on shirts to other fucking furfag otaku fucks. Yiff in hell, furfag, yiff in hell.