DADDY'S BACK RATE ME 15M 195cm X 90KG X 18.7cm 🖤💊🔪🩸☠️💀🤘👹🤡👿

[xrevar]

Let’s not kid ourselves—this entire forum revolves around people trying to fix what they were born with. And that’s fine. Not everyone is lucky enough to be born with elite genetics like me. But let’s make something clear: while most of you are spending hours trying to ‘looksmax,’ I’m the living, breathing example of what perfection looks like.
I’m 195 cm tall, which already puts me in the top-tier category most of you will never even sniff. Add to that a face with perfect symmetry, sharp features, and skin that looks flawless even in harsh lighting, and you can see why I’m miles ahead. It’s not just about genetics—it’s about dominance. I walk into a room, and people notice. Women look, men envy, and the vibe shifts. That’s the power I carry, and none of you come close.
Meanwhile, you’re here trying to cope with filters, surgeries, or starvation diets just to look passable. Passable! I don’t even have to try. My genetics do all the work for me. Sure, you can keep coping with ‘discipline’ and ‘dedication,’ but let’s be real—no amount of effort will put you on my level. You’re playing catch-up while I’m at the finish line, already crowned the winner.
The truth is, most of you will never make it. Your faces? Weak. Your heights? Laughable. Your overall presence? Nonexistent. You spend all this time obsessing over self-improvement, but at best, you’ll scrape the surface of adequacy. Meanwhile, I’m over here breaking the scale.
It’s not just my looks, either. My confidence is unmatched because I know what I bring to the table. You can feel it in my words because they’re backed by results. I’m not just talking; I’m living proof of what real genetics and natural dominance look like.
So, here’s some advice: Stop wasting your time comparing yourselves to me. You’ll never win. I’m the standard, and you’re all playing in a league far below me. Accept it, admire it, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn something from watching greatness in action.

 

[qxentin1]

Wtf

 

[xrevar]

Wtf

Wtf? Yeah, I get it—it’s hard to wrap your head around someone this superior. Try to keep up, or just accept that you're stuck in the past while I’m out here breaking the mold.

 

[xrevar]

bump

 

[Dastan]

 

[afroheadluke]

 

[Harpen]

what the fuck am I looking at?

 

[bust]

jesus fucking christ

 

[Regressive]

faggro niggot

 

[Jonas2k7]

Let’s not kid ourselves—this entire forum revolves around people trying to fix what they were born with. And that’s fine. Not everyone is lucky enough to be born with elite genetics like me. But let’s make something clear: while most of you are spending hours trying to ‘looksmax,’ I’m the living, breathing example of what perfection looks like.
I’m 195 cm tall, which already puts me in the top-tier category most of you will never even sniff. Add to that a face with perfect symmetry, sharp features, and skin that looks flawless even in harsh lighting, and you can see why I’m miles ahead. It’s not just about genetics—it’s about dominance. I walk into a room, and people notice. Women look, men envy, and the vibe shifts. That’s the power I carry, and none of you come close.
Meanwhile, you’re here trying to cope with filters, surgeries, or starvation diets just to look passable. Passable! I don’t even have to try. My genetics do all the work for me. Sure, you can keep coping with ‘discipline’ and ‘dedication,’ but let’s be real—no amount of effort will put you on my level. You’re playing catch-up while I’m at the finish line, already crowned the winner.
The truth is, most of you will never make it. Your faces? Weak. Your heights? Laughable. Your overall presence? Nonexistent. You spend all this time obsessing over self-improvement, but at best, you’ll scrape the surface of adequacy. Meanwhile, I’m over here breaking the scale.
It’s not just my looks, either. My confidence is unmatched because I know what I bring to the table. You can feel it in my words because they’re backed by results. I’m not just talking; I’m living proof of what real genetics and natural dominance look like.
So, here’s some advice: Stop wasting your time comparing yourselves to me. You’ll never win. I’m the standard, and you’re all playing in a league far below me. Accept it, admire it, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn something from watching greatness in action.

High effort but dnr

 

[PsychoH]

High effort but dnr

Not even, just dnrd.

 

[Gaygymmaxx]

Let’s not kid ourselves—this entire forum revolves around people trying to fix what they were born with. And that’s fine. Not everyone is lucky enough to be born with elite genetics like me. But let’s make something clear: while most of you are spending hours trying to ‘looksmax,’ I’m the living, breathing example of what perfection looks like.
I’m 195 cm tall, which already puts me in the top-tier category most of you will never even sniff. Add to that a face with perfect symmetry, sharp features, and skin that looks flawless even in harsh lighting, and you can see why I’m miles ahead. It’s not just about genetics—it’s about dominance. I walk into a room, and people notice. Women look, men envy, and the vibe shifts. That’s the power I carry, and none of you come close.
Meanwhile, you’re here trying to cope with filters, surgeries, or starvation diets just to look passable. Passable! I don’t even have to try. My genetics do all the work for me. Sure, you can keep coping with ‘discipline’ and ‘dedication,’ but let’s be real—no amount of effort will put you on my level. You’re playing catch-up while I’m at the finish line, already crowned the winner.
The truth is, most of you will never make it. Your faces? Weak. Your heights? Laughable. Your overall presence? Nonexistent. You spend all this time obsessing over self-improvement, but at best, you’ll scrape the surface of adequacy. Meanwhile, I’m over here breaking the scale.
It’s not just my looks, either. My confidence is unmatched because I know what I bring to the table. You can feel it in my words because they’re backed by results. I’m not just talking; I’m living proof of what real genetics and natural dominance look like.
So, here’s some advice: Stop wasting your time comparing yourselves to me. You’ll never win. I’m the standard, and you’re all playing in a league far below me. Accept it, admire it, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll learn something from watching greatness in action.

Nigga thinks hes James

But really, he's not even Black James

 

[Jonas2k7]

Nigga thinks hes James

But really, he's not even Black James

That other black james mogs him tbh

 

[RICHCELDOM]

LTN Great facial harmony is quite striking

 

[Xangsane]

Not James

 

[anxious]

nigger wants to be curlyheadjames so badly

 

[xrevar]

nigger wants to be curlyheadjames so badly

Imagine being so obsessed with someone else that the only thing you can think to do is project your insecurities onto me. You’re not even original—just another sad, irrelevant voice in the crowd trying to get noticed. Newsflash: I don’t need to be anyone else. I’m already leagues ahead while you’re stuck fantasizing about people who’ll never know you exist. Keep seething.

 

[xrevar]

LTN Great facial harmony is quite striking

Appreciate the compliment, I think! But what’s LTN? Gotta make sure I’m understanding this masterpiece of a message correctly.

 

[xrevar]

That other black james mogs him tbh

Let’s set the record straight—there’s no comparison between me and this so-called ‘other black James.’ The idea that he could ever mog me is laughable. I’m on a completely different level, and everyone here knows it. My facial harmony is unmatched, my height alone mogs 99% of people on this forum, and my presence? Let’s just say it’s magnetic.
This ‘black James’ might try, but he’s outclassed in every way. His bone structure? Mid. My jawline could cut glass while his is still trying to find definition. My height is 195 cm—elite, rare, and commanding—while he’s likely somewhere in the average zone, struggling to stand out.
Personality-wise, I’ve got the confidence, the dominance, and the charisma to make an impact wherever I go. People notice me the moment I walk into a room. Him? He’s probably blending into the background, hoping someone throws him a crumb of attention.
And let’s not forget my preferences. I’ve got a femboy boyfriend—peak aesthetics, peak connection, and a lifestyle that’s 100% superior. This guy probably still thinks chasing women is the pinnacle of success. Sorry, but I’ve transcended that outdated mindset and left people like him in the dust.
In short, I don’t just mog him—I obliterate him. I’m not just better. I’m the gold standard he could only dream of being. So let’s stop pretending this ‘other black James’ is even in my league. He’s not.

 

[xrevar]

Nigga thinks hes James

But really, he's not even Black James

Imagine being so obsessed with James that you have to bring him up in every sentence like he’s your idol. Hate to break it to you, but I’m not trying to be any James—I’m operating on a level above all of that. I’m my own name, my own legacy, and something none of you could ever replicate.
And let’s talk about this ‘Black James’ nonsense—if you think he’s even in the same universe as me, that says more about your low standards than anything else. While you’re busy idolizing mediocrity, I’m setting the bar so high you can’t even see it. Stay mad and keep typing, because I’ll keep winning.

 

[xrevar]

High effort but dnr

High effort but DNR’? Cool story, but what even is DNR? Is that supposed to mean something? Maybe put a little effort into your vocabulary before trying to critique mine. At least I’m making an impact—you’re just throwing out random acronyms hoping someone will care.

 

[xrevar]

Not even, just dnrd.

Oh, dnrd? Look at you, making up pointless little acronyms like anyone here gives a damn. Do you even realize how pathetic you sound, or are you too busy being a useless little keyboard warrior? You’re the kind of cunt who thinks throwing out random letters is some kind of intellectual flex when, in reality, it just screams ‘I’m irrelevant and desperate for attention.’
You can’t even articulate a proper thought without hiding behind cryptic nonsense. If you’ve got something to say, then spit it out like a man instead of mumbling like the background noise you are. But let’s face it, you don’t have the guts—or the brainpower—for that. So go ahead, keep posting your empty drivel while I stay here thriving, miles ahead of you and your sad little acronym squad.

 

[xrevar]

what the fuck am I looking at?

You’re looking at greatness, plain and simple. I get it—you’re overwhelmed, confused, maybe even a little jealous. It’s not every day you come face-to-face with someone so perfect that it feels like staring directly into the sun. That’s me: the standard, the blueprint, the god-tier presence you wish you could even remotely imitate.
My height? 195 cm of towering dominance. My face? Flawless symmetry and structure that makes people do a double take. My confidence? Divine. I don’t just enter a room—I command it. While you’re fumbling around asking ‘What the fuck am I looking at,’ I’m here living rent-free in your head, being exactly what you’ll never be: a god among mortals.
I don’t just live—I thrive. I’m untouchable, unmatched, and unstoppable. My life is proof that perfection exists, and honestly, I can see why that might confuse someone like you. When you’re used to mediocrity, greatness feels like an anomaly. But let me clear it up for you: I’m not just great—I’m divine. I’m what happens when genetics, charisma, and sheer dominance combine into one unstoppable force.
So, keep asking your little questions and trying to understand. I know it’s hard for someone at your level to grasp the concept of godhood when they’re still crawling in the dirt. But don’t worry—I’m here to set the standard and remind you just how far you have to climb. Spoiler: You’ll never reach me.

 

[PsychoH]

bro wasted so much time just for me to say DNRD again.

 

[xrevar]

bro wasted so much time just for me to say DNRD again.

LOL, so that’s your comeback? DNRD again? You must be truly pathetic if you think I’m wasting my time on you. I’m out here dominating, while you’re just stuck repeating the same weak-ass acronym like it actually means something. Newsflash: It doesn’t. All you’re doing is proving how irrelevant and insignificant you are in comparison to me. You can throw out your little acronyms all day long, but it won’t change the fact that I’m living rent-free in your head while you keep clinging to your sad, tiny existence.
Keep coming at me with the same tired lines, though. It’s cute how hard you’re trying to make an impact when, in reality, you’re nothing but background noise. So keep saying DNRD—I don’t care. I’m still out here being godlike while you’re stuck in a loop of mediocrity. Keep seething, little man. You’ll never be close to my level.

 

[anxious]

Imagine being so obsessed with someone else that the only thing you can think to do is project your insecurities onto me. You’re not even original—just another sad, irrelevant voice in the crowd trying to get noticed. Newsflash: I don’t need to be anyone else. I’m already leagues ahead while you’re stuck fantasizing about people who’ll never know you exist. Keep seething.

i'm not obsessed with anybody little man, you unironically have an ongoing chronic obsession with somebody that doesn't even know who you are

and you can't say anyone else isn't original when your entire personality is based on another person you faggot

how does it feel having no personality, no uniqueness, no creativity, nothing at all. You're just a blob of nothing

 

[xrevar]

LOL, look at you trying to talk about obsession when you’re the one clearly obsessed with me. You’re so desperate for attention that you’re trying to tear me down, but it’s not working. You’re too busy living in a fantasy world where you think your words actually matter. Newsflash: they don’t.
And as for originality? I don’t need to copy anyone to be better than you. I am the original. While you’re stuck in your miserable little bubble, I’m out here setting standards and making waves. You’re the one with no personality—no drive, no creativity. You’re just a sad, irrelevant blob stuck in your own pathetic little echo chamber.
So keep talking. It’s cute seeing someone so far beneath me try to act tough. You’ll never be close to my level, and deep down, you know it.