GiudiceWoodcock

Then I'm polluting too: Pppprrrrrrooooooottttttttt!!!!

I forgot "like you," sorry.

Of course, envious of someone who talks about what he does with his woman, how could I not be.
I envy you a lot.
And then, it’s always better to be mediocre than to be worthless men without honor.

Rocker DOC.

The closing is clearly copied from the opening of a review by Bartleboom on Nick Cave. Not only do you have terrible taste and write boring reviews, but now you're also resorting to copying. Here.

But is there anyone who takes responsibility for once in this world? Is there anyone who admits their mistakes and acknowledges that they've written nonsense? Contemplation, you could have redeemed yourself in my eyes only if you had recognized that you wrote a mountain of crap, and instead, no, you pull out the Berlusconi-esque "I was misunderstood, it's the journalists' fault." Fine, I'm done with you; you'll always be a piece of shit to me.

"I'm simply in a stable relationship for several years, which means sex three to five times a week, plus a regular wake-up handjob, plus 'various and sundry' things."
Sorry Contemplazione, but if you and your girlfriend (who I'm sure would be very happy to read your comments) don’t live together but are three minutes away by car, can you explain how she gives you "the regular wake-up handjob"?
Do you have a penis that’s three minutes long?
No, it’s simply as much of a bullshit story as saying that Berlusconi went into politics for the good of the country and not to save his own skin from magistrates when Craxi was no longer around to do it.
Second thing: you say you have a flexible job that allows you to work on a computer and be on the internet. Too bad you comment mainly from the afternoon until late at night, so you told a second bullshit, because if you spend so much time on the internet, there’s no "various and sundry".
But, the point is not just that you spout nonsense, but how you treat women.
Anyone who boasts about their sexual performance like someone from Big Brother is a piece of shit.
But to talk about sexual performances with your own woman is as significant as a spider's poop.
Contemplazione, it’s pointless to get upset; you’ve made your girlfriend pass for an inflatable doll, but the only one who’s inflated is you, homme et merd.

And then you have such a stable relationship and a sex life + "various and sundry" so numerous that, for example, yesterday you made regular comments all day long (let's say on average one an hour) until half past two in the morning.
I nominate Contemplazione Cazzaro of the Grand Cross, to paraphrase a Fantozzi quote.

Contemplation, I’m starting to think you’ve never lived with a woman.
In the morning, you think about everything except that it’s the “fixed wank time,” as you call it.
The “various and potential” are part of the relationship itself, not like a snack at 6 PM.
Of course, something unexpected can happen, but it’s not as regular as peeing after waking up, unless your girlfriend is Jessica Rizzo.
Well, from everything you brag about, I’m pretty sure you’ve never really lived with a woman, just as I’m absolutely certain you’re a babbo di minkia with a capital B and K, since you talk about your so-called girlfriend as if she were an inflatable doll, proving to be a piece of shit, or an dishonorable man, as we say in my area (not to be confused with “man of honor,” which is something entirely different).
But now I’ll go, I wouldn’t want to disturb you since your waking up is approaching and, therefore, “the fixed waking wank.”

Contemplation is quite a charlatan, not like Flinstone, but of his own school of thought. I'm running away, I have a rendezvous with Angelina Jolie waiting for me outside the office.