It has been exactly 6 years since ER went ER

[54UD4D3]

Imagine being retarded enough to not get pussy when you are driving BMW and have a status cause your father is a rich filmmaker

 

[Deleted member 5694]

Happy anniversary

 

[chessplayercoper23]

 

[OldRooster]

Father was not a rich film maker, he was some kind of camera man or video editor or similar.

 

[54UD4D3]

Father was not a rich film maker, he was some kind of camera man or video editor or similar.

Who cares they still lived lavishly in Santa Barbara, he drove expensive car, had status, connections and friends due father and all those white blonde Stacies ER frowned upon who migrated from flyover states to LA in hope of becoming famous would do anything for breakout and his dad happened to be involved with Hunger Games movie in which even he was on red carpet for opening. Imagine not working out anything from the recruit mode situation he was situated in, i sure fucking would.

 

[WannaBeA6]

My dear 2020cel, this was exactly his point

He wanted the girls he lived all his life around, he didn't want to be a social ladder for poor women, a betabux, he didn't want to pay, he wanted legitimate attraction, the genuine thing, he couldn't live with knowing the girls were not attracted to him
He did the exact opposite to coping
The girls from his social circle all had the same money as him, probably had relatives in the show biz too, it didn't matter to them, he was ugly

 

[54UD4D3]

My dear 2020cel, this was exactly his point

He wanted the girls he lived all his life around, he didn't want to be a social ladder for poor women, a betabux, he didn't want to pay, he wanted legitimate attraction, the genuine thing, he couldn't live with knowing the girls were not attracted to him
He did the exact opposite to coping
The girls from his social circle all had the same money as him, probably had relatives in the show biz too, it didn't matter to them, he was ugly

guess you have a point but i am not 2020cel

 

[WannaBeA6]

guess you have a point but i am not 2020cel

You acted like one

 

[Beetlejuice]

ER Whitney Houstonmaxxed

 

[54UD4D3]

You acted like one

he is still retarded for thinking that he could genuinely get into a telenovela relationship with blonde stacy as a gook

 

[Subhuman Philtrum]

ER should have gone ER on his worthless father

 

[Deleted member 5656]

ER tries to be low inhib and fight people:

It was the day that I decided to go out in Isla Vista in an attempt to lose my virginity before I turned 22. That was the only thing that could have saved me. I was giving the female gender one last chance to provide me with the pleasures I deserved from them.

I was too nervous to go out there sober, so I bought a bottle of vodka and took a few shots to garner enough courage to walk out at such an hour. I had taken one too many, for by the time I reached Del Playa Street, my head was clouded with drunkenness. At the start, it benefited me greatly. I saw lots of good looking popular kids socializing in groups all over the place, and if I wasn’t drunk it would have intimidated me too much. I was so drunk that I walked right into a wild house party that was taking place on Del Playa. They had a DJ playing annoying hip hop music that all the young people liked these days, and there was a ping pong table set up where lots of popular kids were playing “beer pong”, a crude drinking game.

There were about one hundred people at that party, and everyone was socializing with a group of friends except for me. I walked around in my drunken confidence for a few moments, helped myself to the beer they had, and tried to act like a normal party-goer. I soon became frustrated that no one was paying any attention to me, particularly the girls. I saw girls talking to other guys who looked like obnoxious slobs, but none of them showed any interest in me. As my frustration grew, so did my anger. I came across this Asian guy who was talking to a white girl. The sight of that filled me with rage. I always felt as if white girls thought less of me because I was half-Asian, but then I see this white girl at the party talking to a full-blooded Asian. I never had that kind of attention from a white girl! And white girls are the only girls I’m attracted to, especially the blondes. How could an ugly Asian attract the attention of a white girl, while a beautiful Eurasian like myself never had any attention from them? I thought with rage. I glared at them for a bit, and then decided I had been insulted enough. I angrily walked toward them and bumped the Asian guy aside, trying to act cocky and arrogant to both the boy and the girl. My drunken state got the better of me, and I almost fell over to the floor after a few minutes of this. They said something along the lines that I was very drunk and that I needed to get some water, so I angrily left them and went out to the front yard, where the main partying happened. Rage fumed inside me as I realized that I just walked away from that confrontation, so I rushed back into the house and spitefully insulted the Asian before walking outside again.

I stood awkwardly in the front yard for a bit, realizing how pathetic I looked all by myself when everyone was partying around me. To calm down, I climbed up onto a wooden ledge that bordered the street and plunged down on one of the chairs there. Isla Vista was at its wildest state at that time, and I saw lots of guys walking around with hot blonde girls on their arm. It fueled me with rage, as it always had. I should be one of those guys, but no blonde girls gave me that chance. I looked down at all of them, and in my drunken carelessness, extended my arm out and pretended to shoot them all, laughing giddily as I did it. Eventually, some partiers climbed up onto the ledge. They were all obnoxious, rowdy boys whom I’ve always despised. A couple of pretty girls came up and talked to them, but not to me. They all started socializing right next to me, and none of the girls paid any attention to me. I rose from my chair and tried to act arrogant and cocky toward them, throwing insults at everyone. They only laughed at me and started insulting me back. That was the last straw, I had taken enough insults that night. A dark, hate-fueled rage overcame my entire being, and I tried to push as many of them as I could from the 10-foot ledge. My main target was the girls. I wanted to punish them for talking to the obnoxious boys instead of me. It was one of the most foolish and rash things I ever did, and I almost risked everything in doing it, but I was so drunk with rage that I didn’t care. I failed to push any of them from the ledge, and the boys started to push me, which resulted in me being the one to fall onto the street. When I landed, I felt a snap in my ankle, followed by a stinging pain. I slowly got up and found that I couldn’t even walk. I had to stumble, and stumble I did. I tried to get away from there as fast as I could.

As I stumbled a few yards down Del Playa with my shattered leg, I realized that someone had stolen my Gucci sunglasses that my mother had given me. I loved those sunglasses, and had to get them back. I vehemently turned around and staggered back towards the party. At that point, I was so drunk that I forgot where the party was, and ended up walking onto the front yard of the house next to it, demanding to know who took my sunglasses. The people in this house must have been friends with the ones I previously fought with, for they greeted me with vicious hostility. They called me names like “faggot” and “pussy”, typical things those types of scumbags would say. A whole group of the obnoxious brutes came up and dragged me onto their driveway, pushing and hitting me. I wanted to fight and kill them all. I managed to throw one punch toward the main attacker, but that only caused them to beat me even more. I fell to the ground where they started kicking me and punching me in the face. Eventually, some other people from the street broke up the fight. I managed to have the strength to stand up and stagger away.

It was the first time in my life that I had been truly beaten up physically to the point where my face was bruised up. I had suffered a lot of bullying in my life, but most of it wasn’t physical. I had never been beaten and humiliated that badly. Everyone in Isla Vista saw what happened, and it was truly horrific.

The worst part of this whole ordeal was not getting beaten up, oh no. It was the fact that no one showed any concern. There was only one group who helped me to the end of Del Playa, but after that they abandoned me. Not one girl offered to help me as I stumbled home with a broken leg, beaten and bloody. If girls had been attracted to me, they would have offered to walk me to my room and take care of me. They would have even offered to sleep with me to make me feel better. But no, not one girl showed an ounce of concern for me. They didn’t care. No one cared about me. I was all alone.

As I got to my room, I was so traumatized that I called the only people in the world I knew, my parents and my sister. Yes, I even called my sister, someone I never got along with. I sulked for a long time, and then I reached up to my neck to feel my special golden necklace, and I felt nothing there. In the midst of the fight, one of those horrible punks had snatched off my special golden necklace that my grandma Ah Mah had given me! That necklace was one of the most special items I had, and now one of those evil, wretched thugs will be selling it to buy drugs. I broke down in anguish and wailed in agony, crying and crying until I passed out in my bed, all alone.

[...]

The highly unjust experience of being beaten and humiliated in front of everyone in Isla Vista, and their subsequent lack of concern for my well-being, was the last and final straw. I actually gave them all one last chance to accept me, to give me a reason not to hate them, and they devastatingly blew it back in my face. I gave the world too many chances. It was time for Retribution.

 

[System Restore]

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Happy anniversary

 

[Lars2210]

This is wat people who grew up not watching BET Uncut turn out to be

 

[Deleted member 4671]

Who cares they still lived lavishly in Santa Barbara, he drove expensive car, had status, connections and friends due father and all those white blonde Stacies ER frowned upon who migrated from flyover states to LA in hope of becoming famous would do anything for breakout and his dad happened to be involved with Hunger Games movie in which even he was on red carpet for opening. Imagine not working out anything from the recruit mode situation he was situated in, i sure fucking would.

In that area aeveryone and there mom had a bmw
and his dad was broke in debt as well

 

[Nosecel]

FUARK I FORGOT
HAPPY SAINT ELLIOT DAY!!!!

 

[john2]

Can't imagine how low inhib he was.

Actual legend.

Happy Saint Elliot Rodger Day, my fellow brothers in inceldom.

 

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[Deleted member 4464]

Imagine being retarded enough to not get pussy when you are driving BMW and have a status cause your father is a rich filmmaker

america isnt like the balkans bro jfl, I dont think the foids there give a fuck what car you are driving

 

[Deleted member 616]

He was a standardcel

 

[Krezo]

Our father thou art with Gandy

 

[Deleted member 6341]

His mouth area and nose fucking failed him hard.

 

[Ritalincel]

Imagine being retarded enough to not get pussy when you are driving BMW and have a status cause your father is a rich filmmaker