Every day, with nothing else to do on Dellaertlaan, the street where he sobs, he sits at his computer. His big fat lower lip hangs like a scrotum, almost to his chin.
He sits in a pathetic row-house for cheap Dutch douches on the government teat.
He bores a pathetic shoutbox with less than 100 visitors, with his endless drivel "watch for my next post," "i am going to the hospital" "something is wrong with my links" "I don't feel well." "anyone want something ask me i have 24 drives!" On and on.
Worst of all is that silly maid's frock he wears, with the frilly bonnet. The stockings and the ridiculous wooden shoes with the high heels.
He dresses up while he sits in front of the computer.
There he is, being the tranny slavey, asking them "anything you need? I can get it for you!" He wants so desperately to have these men say something nice to him. They are his Daddies.
Mostly he is ignored because he has bad taste in music, his attempts at jokes are stupid, and everyone can get Netflix TV shows and movies without him threatening to delete them ("You have to be FAST") or "it is only for seven days" or "visit my blog" and the rest of his nonsense.
APRIL and while others are out breathing fresh air, he posts his stale crap. What else can he do? Get into another car accident?
Here is how he wasted his time in APRIL. It's a PARTIAL list of his sad, sad postings.
Everyone knows he is DOUG. Few encourage him. Most ignore him. If he gets a dozen downloads on imagenetz he gets tearful with joy.
People wonder how often he licks Zinhof's ass and kisses his balls to be allowed to even stay under an assumed name in a lowly shitbox in an armpit country like Croatia. Not that Holland is so great, or a sad row house in Badhoevedorp.
First up, some of his whining about his health (everyone should feel sorry him with all his imagined ailments). Add to it, his groveling and toadying about posting entire seasons of TV shows.
"DOUG" changes names more often than he changes his giant undies.
Yes, in an obscure shitbox in Croatia, he's trying to call attention to himself.
HANS has a SMALL PENIS and this has ALWAYS been a topic he posts about
He blames his infantile sex jokes on his frigid autistic wife? No, HE is just a big baby and he can only get it up for gay porn. Wifey is Mommy, but not too interesting sexually. Hansy Pansy has always made jokes about women ("Laura BUSH...ha ha ha ha ha") and only posts on MEN, like his beloved Neil "OLD," and two men together (Oooh, Everly Brothers! Oooh, Hall and Oates!)
The idiot has kept crying about how he has TINNITUS and can't listen to music. Sure enough, he has plenty of posts where he pesters people whining and sobbing for MORE MUSIC. As if he doesn't have 100's of GB's loaded with music already. That is how neurotic and sad he is. He does not have tinnitus at all. It's all a sick game with him. He's been that way all his life, which is why so many wish him DEATH.
Can you imagine anyone in a shitbox - uh, SHOUTBOX wanting to hang around when DOUG monopolizes the posts with his monotonous bullshit? People leave all the time and DO NOT COME BACK. They become his enemies and contribute to the FORUM OF FEAR which has far more members than any private forum of his will EVER have.
"I am going away to fix my head...." "I have 100 Windham Hill albums..." "Here is 40 years of Dutch pop music..." What a worthless cheese-brain.
What a loser.
People who don't post with Zinfart anymore drop by just to laugh at Hansy Pansy's latest alias, latest "I'm leaving" and latest insanity where he talks to himself, often using two or three identities. If anyone praises him, it's usually HIM with an alias Zinfart the Croatian Senility King allows.
We close out this month of his blabbering bilge with him grousing about the time it takes to upload and how people should appreciate him.
Once again, Bad Santa tells the world NO RE-UPS and HE MAKES THE RULES.
Then he posts another whopper about how he's dying, and there's NO CURE. Awwwww.
He posted about being near death in a hospital but miraculously, he came back to start posting a day later. Sorrowfully he's ba-a-a-a-a-ck and boring everyone with his usual sniffles and sobs about how he's going to die any day now.
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