...though I usually refrain from posting negative comments, rarely have I felt so moved as to note in the Comments section of a given video the full extent of my dissatisfaction... of how unimpressive a video it was, of how,, with every fibre of my being, I find myself wishing there was some way by which I might be reimbursed for that volume of time now forever lost to me. That there are chicken farms that sit unshaded in the full, angry glare of a wretchedly-hot August Sun at the height of a dangerously-humid heatwave that smell sweeter than the fetid stench of raw sewage that seeped from this most septic offering..
Even the time it's taken me to type this out has been time better-spent than that snippet of existence I wasted feeling disappointment in choosing to be so gullible as to have allowed myself to actually watch as sterling an example of unutterably dull, plodding turgidity.as this steaming pile of dogshit.
Even the time it's taken me to type this out has been time better-spent than that snippet of existence I wasted feeling disappointment in choosing to be so gullible as to have allowed myself to actually watch as sterling
an example of unutterably dull, plodding turgidity.as this steaming pile of dogshit.