Not really, you MASSIVE FAILURE.
Quit thinking I'm so good at saying bad things. That's RETARDED. What kind of worthless peice of dog feces says such things? What doornail did your ear get stuck on to pull your brain out? Why do you insist on others making fun of you? Do you need counseling? Do you want me to engage in a violent act of intercourse with your momma with you watching? Would that help? Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it made your head clearer after asking that worthless heaping pile of shit for a fucking question. What a joke! GO TO HELL, FRUITBAR!