Yuku free message boards

Here's a tip, Joshuah: the next time you are praying to God in a hot tub, try asking him for a bigger penis instead of those elusive abs you crave.

I didn't think it was possible to hate you even more than I already have, yet you continue to fuel nation-wide disgust. I'll tell you something, Joshuah -- I've never really DESPISED a reality show contestant until now. I've disliked a lot of them, I've rooted against them, I've taken great pleasure in their ultimate boot from whatever game they are playing... but there's a certain amount of detachment a viewer feels toward personalities on television, no matter how loathsome they may be. At home, on my sofa, I am secure in the knowledge that I do not have to associate with such vile individuals in my real life. I certainly wouldn't get within a hundred yards of a scum such as yourself, nor would I waste precious moisture to spit in your face.

But you illicit a new kind of disgust, provoking feelings inside of me that I never thought possible. You are the single most sickening piece of shit ever to mince onto my TV screen. My finger hovers over the MUTE button when you appear... I want to zap your whining, petulant, prissy voice into oblivion, yet I cannot allow myself to miss an opportunity to hate you more and more.

Joshuah, I often see that clip in my mind of you doing a horsey impression to insult Amanda. I didn't care much for her, but no one deserves that kind of vicious, puerile treatment. At first I thought you were drunk, or as already discussed, possibly mildly retarded. But it turns out that you are socially inept, selfish to the point of approaching the early stages of sociopathic behavior (also already mentioned), mentally underdeveloped (not the same thing as retarded -- you are mentally challenged because you have refused to allow your shriveled brain to think outside the confines of your own sadistic, self-absorbed micro-world), emotionally stunted and spiritually devoid of any sort of compassion.

Yet you pray to God to give you the half-million dollar prize -- and those glorious abs.

You asked God to help make you a better person, but clearly that is a miracle beyond even the magic powers of the Creator Of The Universe.

Well, either that or he's just given up on you, just like everyone in your life has given up on you, just like you have given up on yourself.

It would appear that you are beyond any sort of psychological assistance at this point. Normally, even if I detested a person, it is in my nature to urge them to seek professional help when I witness such a violent breakdown of the psyche (on national television, no less)! In your case, however, this would simply be a waste of money. I'd suggest instead that perhaps you just move into a cabin in the woods somewhere, donate everything you have to charity, castrate yourself, and focus your attention on that low-carb diet you so desperately need. It is tempting to tell you to just kill yourself, but I simply cannot do that. When selecting that cabin in the woods, however, you may want to give consideration to the great state of Idaho. When you are required to go "into town" for supplies, it is likely that some Skinheads may cross paths with you. And, hey... whatever happens, happens.

It is fascinating to me that you are so obsessed with the personal appearance of those around you, especially when you have such a low self-image yourself. I know that deep inside you are aching with disgust for your own body -- and well you should be. It's not that you're fat -- it's that you THINK you are. Nothing is more annoying than those obnoxious queens who swish around the bars snorting up cocaine so they can gyrate on top of a speaker or in a hanging cage, and then, when the music ends, rush down to greet their superficial gaggle of friends so they can exclaim: "Oh, God! I think I just lost ten pounds! How do I look?"

You look like a fool, that's how you look.

Because this is Sucks, and ONLY because this is Sucks, I think I need to mention your hideous face and your outrageous eyebrows, too. In real life, I'd never insult another human being in the way that you do on a daily basis, especially not about anything as inconsequential and socially obscene as to pick out flaws in physical appearance. But you so fucking deserve it, you sickening skank.

I am amazed that no one has yet brought up your uncanny resemblance to a ventriloquist's dummy, a marionette, or a puppet. Look:



I mean... you can SEE that for yourself, can't you?

The puppets are far more attractive, though.

Fuck, I wouldn't let your mouth go down on MY dick, that's for sure.

I have to give credit to the producers and psychologists who picked you for the show. You are a classic stereotype of the "self-loathing" homo. A lot of people on the message boards use this phrase often, and take great delight in accusing well-adjusted individuals of being "self-loathing" because it is a pop-culture buzz words that they believe makes them SOUND like they know what they are talking about. They also use this phrase in an effort to demoralize those of us with properly functioning egos. But you... holy fuck! It is so self-evident that you hate yourself. And because of this, you hate everyone around you because deep inside... deep inside, Joshuah... you KNOW that everyone around you is BETTER THAN YOU.

There are gay men who are queeny and who STILL have learned to live their lives in peace with who they are. I've often said that I cannot really comprehend just how difficult it must be to spend every moment of every single day of your life being judged by other people. Everywhere you go, everyone you meet... the first thing that enters their mind is: "what a queen!"

And, yeah... I guess that's gotta hurt.

But if OTHER guys can adapt, adjust and be PROUD of who they are and not just WHAT they are, why can't you?

Be a happy little queen, Joshuah. Can't you do that? Of course not: the rest of your life will be spent wallowing in self-pity and misery.

This will happen because you are WEAK.

Being a MAN isn't about how a guy acts, how masculine he is -- being a man is about RESPECTING YOURSELF so that you may ultimately treat other human beings commensurate to what they deserve.

Truly, children aged about nine or ten years old are far more emotionally and mentally adjusted than you are. Somewhere along the twisted road of your life, something went horribly wrong. But even that does not offer you a built-in excuse. What you want is for everyone around you to WORSHIP YOUR PAIN, to prostrate themselves in front of you and tell you that they could never understand what you've gone through, just how hard it is to be gay.

That ain't never gonna happen, idiot.

You have chosen the wrong path. You know it, yet you continue walking through the darkness, cloaked in your own self-pity, hoping that someone will take you by the hand and lead you to where you need to be.

Men don't ask for directions, asshole. We just find our own way OUT.

For me, being gay is FUCKING FANTASTIC. It helped me learn perspectives on life that I never could have imagined. All I had to do was realize that there is no shame in loving myself and WHO I am. WHAT I am is so very incidental. If there were a magic pill to turn me straight, I'd flush that thing right down the toilet.

Every single person, gay or straight, has problems in life. We can either learn from them, grow as individuals, or wallow in the mud of self-delusion and cry like babies. Because you are so hateful, because you cannot accept who you are, you lash out at everyone around you, picking them apart piece by piece, falsely creating scenarios in your own warped mind that you are better than they are. When someone tells you something personal about themselves, you don't see how this event helped shape the person within. Instead, you store this information as AMMUNITION.

You are a soulless little fuck.

Thank God that apparently everyone watching has enough common sense to know that YOU do not represent the gay community.

As a psychological study, you are truly fascinating. As a human being, you are disgusting.

The night you are evicted I'm going to order pizza, buy a big chocolate cake, and blow up some balloons.

I may hang streamers as well, I haven't decided yet. I fear tape residue on the walls, and that MagicTape shit never really sticks, you know?