Unless otherwise stated, you are a living proof of my genius, so don't ever go away.

I flame. I flame because I love to witness your indignation. I don't give away dumb flames because I'm smart, critical and PERFECT. I hardly entertain those who never ever get used to my sarcasm. Why waste my brain cells, right? I honestly believe people like that are losers, particularly made worse by parental misguidance which includes being lavishly complimented for her/his retarded and lousy art project when in fact it couldn't account for a poo collage made by a three-year-old who has no hope of understanding potty training.

We can't be nice to everybody, but we can be mean to the majority.

Also, I'd like to point out that I'm 19, French-Canadian, and a community college student still enlisting for NYU openings. I graduated from high school in Rosemount High Montreal. If it isn't obvious enough, I live in Quebec, Canada; I don't have a cat; I drive a Nissan Cefiro, rotten model. My favorite dessert is orange meringue pie. I hope you can make a fic out of me and compare notes.

I've been in the business (of flaming) for two years and counting. I've thus far enjoyed the personal approach of my customers to my reviews. I love rereading the flames you send me because, I already told you, it makes me appear smarter than I'm sincerely willing to admit. But then, you exist, and I'm a GOD. TOTALLY! Don't make a mistake of telling me what to do and never hesitate to send me a nice heart-warming e-mail.