Kaelesh wrote:
I'm still kind of upset that I'm so close to Chitown and I wasn't invited.
'Scuse me, I need to go have a cry in my cereal.
It's not based on invitations. Think of it like a group of strangers talking at a bar. Not just ordinary strangers, but cool people strangers. We can pick out each other in places like that; we are just naturally drawn to each other. If some four-eyed **** monkey just waltzed up squakin' like a jive turkey, he'd immediately be shunned. Kinda like if that fat, ugly kid that lives with his grandparents and has a hot mom showed up to Chicago. I forget his name but he's really annoying and kinda dumb and has a serious hard-on for that guy with the Legendary custom title. I think he's from the sandbox. And he spams a lot, or maybe he's writing serious posts; I'm not really sure. I don't read them. You know who I'm talking about, though. I want to say his name is 'Ben'. He looks like someone took a pig, flipped it upside down with a pole sticking out its ***, and stuck a watermelon on the pole for his head. Ring any bells?
Anywho, the point of the story is that kid sucks. No, wait, that's not it. The point is that if you're cool enough to be invited (if invitations were made, of course) you would know that you are cool enough and you would just show up. Elite people have a sense of entitlement that allows us to automatically assume that we are accepted because we're the **** and why wouldn't someone want us there. Everyone likes the cool kids.
Nexa wrote:
Something about having fun without me
I hate you guys. /sniffle