I didn't give you permission to reply to me. Listen, it was entertaining, first. Hell, it was actually funny.

But now I'm getting the feeling that you actually think that you're on my level. From the day I was born, I was destined for success, you little ♥♥♥♥. I was brought into this world by a software engineer and and a prominent actuary, both of Norwegian descent. From the moment that the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ curtains were raised, I was set to dominate the STEM fields. And because I had guardians that actually cared about me, I flourished. Pretty soon, I was placed into a special school of correspondence, specifically I.M Gelfand's school for gifted children in New England. I not only reached my parents' expectations, but I passed them with flying colors. I had raw talent. I was ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ better. I was surrounded by 6th graders, many from Hong Kong, whom were smarter than half the posters in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thread. And now, where am I?

In MIT, getting my double BS in Electrical Engineering and Physics, with a Stanford-Binet tested IQ of 147 at age 17. Get this through your head: you are nothing. I am worth more than your entire ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ family. I'm smarter than you, better looking than you, taller than you, wealthier than you, and more employable than you. While you type out another post to get cheap laughs, I'll be simultaneously working with the brightest minds in the world and fornicating with my beautiful girlfriend. It gets on my nerves when people pretend to be better than me.

Know your place, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ vermin. Never, ever reply to my messages, again.

+rep hot with them puffy nips

endless space

-rep fat and plumpy

meh