MrDaveBoy73

I can't find the notification and I had called, but the Mac changed and it got deleted. I'm not here to correct this stuff to the guy who had a point. I'm offended twice by saying he was right; you practically use his words against me—it's like saying it openly ("watch out, you'll get banned"). But how dare you? I might have (perhaps) misunderstood the genitive, which I still have to check myself because it's not like you come to tell me something and I just believe it. I verify, and anyway, please explain it to me since I don't know; give me a very concise explanation; indeed, it's brief; or a ss (screenshot?) so I can define myself as an idiot, which you clearly don't understand. Arguments in emotional writing can certainly flow, and it could even be sincerely succinct. Also, maybe it makes some sense. My point was that he told me I was wrong. Sure, I know very well that I mess up sometimes, but a little imagination would be good, though—don't come and tell me that I’m an idiot. When he wrote "pero," he always used the apostrophe "per-ô'," which has nothing to do with it. So, he can do that because I have the imagination to read things that are truly comprehensible to me; they make sense. However, I don't take apart something you do, so that's it. Now, as someone defined you, because I don’t label others, but if someone had said you were right, they said you were good, okay. I’ll take it, and I don't believe I ruined my day by 25 minutes. Or no, I can wish you a terrible evening. Too bad I deleted it after I managed to become ironic. I'm not correcting, I don't feel like it.

Here we go, for Switzerland really, let me explain it to you so you get it more or less... I have to go to my psychiatrist... I write to him that I would have preferred not to go, he doesn’t care, so I think, "since he can't seem to understand my pain, I’ll show it to him, live. So I bring a bottle of vodka and when he offers me coffee, I say... "thanks, I have my correction," and for 45 minutes I drink... anyway, he could have told me to sit down and that it would pass (I had 0.3 which, by the way, is legal here). I go out, this little town is all slopes and stairs, I hit the first stairs, fall, and break half of me, I go to the emergency room, given my very calm and hypocritical character, obviously, I was furious, I told him *I just came from a doctor, he could have told me to sit down, he also has a nurse and attached nurses, "sit there, I’ll check on you in an hour???" no... then the paradox is that since I was a bit frantic, without swearing and blaspheming, they avoided treating me for a leg wound despite me complaining about it to outline my supposed insanity, the police arrive (whom I know, "ah David, you never change", "Dario, try to understand, I just came from a doctor and I have to deal with a broken head" at which point they tell me to follow them and be good, and I do, and they take me where??? ONC, then after 3 days of thank you, please, good morning, good night my therapy (???) thank you, please, etc.... not even the time for my appeal to be accepted. -"Excuse me, maybe this is not the place for you" thank you, goodbye, 15 minutes later I was out obviously. Now.... three weeks pass and my leg gets infected, no they didn’t treat it... interlude, I go back to the PC, this is laughable, so the next day FROM MY TRUSTED DOCTOR... 27.10.2019 three days ago... after not having slept for three days, Kaiser, when they rent you a house they tell you, "10 cars pass an hour" and you/I underline: "look, I’m escaping from the road noise..." and at 8 in the morning, 148 have already passed.... you get angry, then I drop a glove (it looks very chic but it was freezing) and the lighter, so I go down and the 149th passes and I scream, I say 149 is not exactly 10, the ratio is 1 to 15..." this guy, the landlord called the cops and ambulance, only I was perfectly fine, I talked and joked with them for 15 minutes, they apologized and goodbye, and I write to the girl who showed me the apartment to be honest with the next person because now I get it, next time it could happen to someone with a Kalashnikov" this one doesn’t even respond and has the owner respond, saying he called her while he was 50 km away.... to which I say, "but excuse me, I’m glad you own three bricks, but what do you know about what I was doing, do you take the word of the first frightened old lady peeking through the curtains???? " he said, "you were swearing" "no darling, swearing means cursing and using foul language against the social system, I understand this ruin could be defined as a macro social system, but I don’t swear naturally."