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one certainty as always your reviews. Of them, I only listened to Mosaic, exceptional. A vote based on trust.

bartle: I may be a mongo, but as I wrote to you in private, even in my condition of mongo, I feel lucky facing you (in the private message I mentioned that a disabled person seeing you pass by on the street feels fortunate, I assume mongo refers to mongoloid, hence disabled...): I don't care how many duplicates there are, I'm interested that a user like you doesn't insult the reviewer (I couldn't care less how long it's been since you edited). "You don't understand anything about the conversations you intervene in" there was little to understand here, I asked a question and in response you told me to kiss your ass. By the way, how did your mother respond to your invitation? Haven't you asked her yet to kiss it? And why not? It's an invitation, not an insult (your words).

It’s 5 PM, time for a swim at the beach. If you had taken the train 30 minutes ago, you would already be in the water, but you prefer to stay here. I find it sad. Look, 5 is the opposite of 71. I’ll say goodbye now, or I’ll miss my bath time.

"But then what the hell do the requirements to become an editor have to do with it?! with every comment you come up with a different argument." No one is making a different argument, don't be clever; you asked me by what right I can say that I would have behaved differently in your place, and I pointed out to you that even though I haven't been in your place, I know how it feels since there are no special requirements.
"What are we even talking about?!" I'm talking to you about nothing; everything I had to say to you I said a while ago. You're the one coming back here and asking me questions (like this one) to which I kindly respond. For me, we could have stopped talking a long time ago. If you had asked why you publish these reviews if you then criticize them, rather than asking me to kiss your ass, if you had replied immediately, it would have been quicker and less boring for everyone (Stefano and Geeno are actually having fun, but I believe few others are).
"Where has your genius complaint/proposal about duplicates and poorly behaving editors gone?" It ended a while ago; the fact that you haven't noticed is indicative of your concentration skills and how much you have understood this discussion. I have no intention of repeating it; read the previous comments.
"Come on, let’s get back to me and my ass that needs kissing." Here, good, offer it to your mother; maybe besides you, she would like it too. Offended? Come on, don’t be like that, I've read much worse things on the site (and don’t forget that I’m not insulting you, I'm just responding to your proposals with alternative proposals), and if you have anything to complain about, as I already told you, I’m at my hate on Wednesday. If you want to see the Ufi, you’ll hit two birds with one stone. (Come on! A little joke about the stone; let’s see your incredible rhetorical skills).
And now at five, when the sun isn't killing anymore, pool time! And anyone who calls me a loser because there's the sea where they are should do well to get out of this site and dive into that sea.

Laugh all you want, the fact is I don’t give a damn about writing comments carelessly; I write on impulse and I don't care about mistakes. Yours, on the other hand, are conceptual errors; confusing hate with sadness is absurd. Questioning things I haven’t said is for people who have run out of topics and are desperately trying to keep a dead discussion going. What the hell are you doing on this page? Did Bartle ask for your help? I don’t think so; he needs help, and definitely not yours. You're here because you have nothing else to do but provoke. But don't you say you live in the most beautiful city in the world??? How can you say that if you're wasting your time here on the internet? Go out and enjoy it; you’ll be less frustrated and maybe you’ll be able to patch up your failures. I at least say that Milan is crap.
PS: I didn’t say others made fools of themselves; I said YOU made a fool of yourself.

fiquata your ass, I won't kiss it because, as I've already said before, the messes you've made on this page have left their mark and now you smell. Also, I’m not interested in homosexual sex, I’ve told you that three times already; you’re sure you can go around saying that others don't understand a thing, but to me, you seem to be the slow one, you know? To Stefano 90 goes all my love; he's the most useless fake I've ever seen, and if he's not a fake, he’s so pathetic that he could turn out to be dangerous.

"I used 'hate' instead of 'sadness'... I didn't notice, you're right, but the concept doesn't differ much. Before talking to me again, brush up on your Italian vocabulary, thanks. 'The concept doesn't differ much'—it differs, you idiot. Hating the beggars means being a classist jerk; feeling sadness means noticing social discomfort and not knowing where to start to fix it. There's quite a gap between partially understanding or kind of modifying it, and your usual not understanding shit. You're the one who thinks hate and sadness are the same thing. Who doesn’t get it? Go take a walk, it's better; you always let opportunities to keep quiet slip through your fingers, and today you also made a series of blunders whose smell will linger for a while, shower or no shower.
'I don't know this Alessio, but there's a rumor that he has a penis with a twenty-five centimeter circumference. If you catch him, make sure to give it a spin for me too.' I’ll send it directly to you if you're that interested; I'm not curious about having homosexual experiences, but it makes me happy to see there are people like you, more 'open.'
'Anyway, just a second... so do you want to kiss his ass or not? I'm on edge.
'I got that you like gay sex (or b-sex, who am I to know), but as I’ve already explained, I’m not as open as you to these kinds of experiences, so Bvartle's ass will likely stick to the screen forever, I believe."

Dear Bartle, the conversation for me is closed: "I wouldn’t have behaved like that." Period. Then you go on provoking, making insinuations about the opposable thumb and bringing up the Pope, and I point out that your comment is nonsense. Period. End of story. Now, what do you want from me? Want to know what I have to say on the matter? That I wouldn't have behaved like that in your place (and that's three), and I say it with confidence even though I've never been an editor, because if you know what it means to be the Pope because you impersonated him in two plays at the oratory, I know what it means to be an editor because you don't need any requirement for that, except for having Bartle's approval: I once asked Kosmograbri what I needed to do to help you as an editor, and she replied that it could be done but she just wanted to get your opinion on it (if you don’t believe me, feel free to ask her, or if you prefer, I can send it to you privately). Necessary requirements, then? Just being likable to Bartle. So it’s true that I wouldn't fit in your place, but it's also true that all it takes is to be different from you to be a smarter editor: which users do you think will return to the site after being mocked for their first review? The idiots. Fill your site with idiots, Bartle; you clearly like to win easily, or let it empty out.

"The funniest thing is that you don't understand the slightest joke from others. According to you, no, as much as I admire you—and I swear I do—can I ever believe that you didn't understand that the Jungle thing was, just to say? 'Who should curse their teacher?' No, excuse me, in what language did you write that sentence? Of course, I understood what you meant, but try to allow yourself to make jokes about others' mistakes. Moving on: comment 72 nes: 'Especially I'm not arguing with you, don’t beg for my attention; beggars make me sad. (They would make you sad too if you lived where I live, but you'd probably be too busy looking for enemies on debaser to notice what's around you).' Comment from fiquata (108, the one above): 'It would really be interesting to discover, especially if you write it in your Italian, this positive relationship between living in Milan and hating beggars. In my opinion, you are just a simple case of "you speak badly because you think badly." Forgive me, fiquata, where did I say I hate them? I said sadness; does that seem like the same thing to you? Do you think they are synonyms? Who speaks badly because they think badly? Don't call me Alessio, unfortunately, people say I absolutely have to meet him and that we argued, but I have no clue who he is; you were the only candidate left. (Don't worry, I don't offend anyone without reason, unlike you.)"

"I wouldn’t behave like you did at the beginning of the review." It's probably because you don't have an opposable thumb. "Strong arguments, Bartle. I'll gladly leave you the last word." "What the hell do you want to know, since you're not an editor? If we were in the same situation we could discuss it, but as it is, you sound like the Pope talking about birth control." So you think being an editor on Debaser, or being the Pope at Saint Peter's, are the same thing… Wow, you have the rhetoric of a manhole cover.