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- 10 Sie 2019
I can only guess that making believe to be a trans wahman, he thinks this is how real women act about their birthday.
🦊 Furry Louis "Lou" Gagliardi / Ash Franzetti / Alex 'Ace' Maddox / Tegan Ainsley / Taryn Amita / Diana / gothickitteh / ashkat724 / Lynn Brooks / @acekatt - #T R A M S _ C R O W _ F U N D *buys 12 iPads* "Anyone got $600 they can spare?" *spits on cancer patient*
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- 8 Kwi 2018
I care so little about my birthday now I forget how old I am sometimes and I'm over 10 years younger than Lou lmao
He literally cares more about his birthday than the severely autistic children I work with, in a way it's kind of impressive
He literally cares more about his birthday than the severely autistic children I work with, in a way it's kind of impressive
Smother Me Father
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- 30 Gru 2017
Lou outdoes himself each day with how much he's willing to debase himself for just a few dollars. Surely he must realise the money will dry up eventually, he can't keep remaking forever, and he moves in circles where everyone is begging and poor, limiting his potential income.
Was it ever clear how he came to know Rabbie? Did they bond over being parasites?
Was it ever clear how he came to know Rabbie? Did they bond over being parasites?
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- 19 Lut 2018
I can't even remember the last time I gave a shit about one of my own birthdays.
What is he, 12?
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- 24 Mar 2013
Well, Louie just proved once more that he's been lying his fat, diabetic ass off all this time. This time the lie was about his birthday and how he TOTALLY didn't want anyone to feel pressured or obligated to get him something. What an absolutely shameless ass-wipe. It's embarrassing how pathetic and childish he's being, like a spoiled petulant brat.
I think this is pretty solid evidence that Louie was spoiled rotten growing up. It would explain so much about his entitlement, selfishness, and greed. His mother almost certainly coddled him and was overly indulgent, giving him anything he wants and buying him many, many gifts each birthday. It's no wonder he's stressing out and shitting his XXXXX-L panties in panic over no one buying him anything for his birthday. We are now down to just a few hours before Louie turns 37. I'm quite certain if anyone was going to get him gifts they would have done it by now and either informed Louie or paid for it to arrive in time for his birthday.
I mean, this whole scenario is on a whole new level of cringy, embarrassing, pathetic, and depressing. Louie is a grown-ass man with no job, no friends, no romantic partner, nothing resembling what any reasonably rational and intelligent person would consider a "life". There he sits all alone in his bedroom, diabetic ulcer eating it's way in towards his foot bones, surrounded by junk food wrappers, soda bottles, toys and consumer electronics. On his bed in front of him lies his brand new iPad and smartphone, next to him his new all-in-one computer, and every screen is open to some form of social media (Twatter, Mastodon, Discord, etc.) or his GriftPal balance. Louie's eyes dart back and forth from screen to screen, licking his lips in expectant anticipation, knowing any moment someone will message him to let him know they've shipped him a new shiny toy or sent him loads of cash. But it never comes. The balance remains at roughly $9, no new updates on social media, family all downstairs doing their own thing and pretending that a fat, smelly loser furfag isn't rotting away upstairs and getting increasingly upset because no one is showing him special attention on his special day. Sad!
Edit: Do you guys think he'll cry? I think he'll cry. I've seen a lot of spoilt rotten little shits like Louie who got so upset they started crying when they didn't get their way in situations like this.
I think this is pretty solid evidence that Louie was spoiled rotten growing up. It would explain so much about his entitlement, selfishness, and greed. His mother almost certainly coddled him and was overly indulgent, giving him anything he wants and buying him many, many gifts each birthday. It's no wonder he's stressing out and shitting his XXXXX-L panties in panic over no one buying him anything for his birthday. We are now down to just a few hours before Louie turns 37. I'm quite certain if anyone was going to get him gifts they would have done it by now and either informed Louie or paid for it to arrive in time for his birthday.
I mean, this whole scenario is on a whole new level of cringy, embarrassing, pathetic, and depressing. Louie is a grown-ass man with no job, no friends, no romantic partner, nothing resembling what any reasonably rational and intelligent person would consider a "life". There he sits all alone in his bedroom, diabetic ulcer eating it's way in towards his foot bones, surrounded by junk food wrappers, soda bottles, toys and consumer electronics. On his bed in front of him lies his brand new iPad and smartphone, next to him his new all-in-one computer, and every screen is open to some form of social media (Twatter, Mastodon, Discord, etc.) or his GriftPal balance. Louie's eyes dart back and forth from screen to screen, licking his lips in expectant anticipation, knowing any moment someone will message him to let him know they've shipped him a new shiny toy or sent him loads of cash. But it never comes. The balance remains at roughly $9, no new updates on social media, family all downstairs doing their own thing and pretending that a fat, smelly loser furfag isn't rotting away upstairs and getting increasingly upset because no one is showing him special attention on his special day. Sad!
Edit: Do you guys think he'll cry? I think he'll cry. I've seen a lot of spoilt rotten little shits like Louie who got so upset they started crying when they didn't get their way in situations like this.
Leonard Helplessness
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- 28 Lis 2018
36, soon to be 37, and already in rapidly declining health. The physical problems he is having now are only going to get worse. He’s getting to the age where all the personal neglect chickens come home to roost.
I’m reminded of Richard “Lowtax” Kyanka, another lolcow talked about on this site. He lucked into a pretty good income stream that required no effort whatsoever on his part to maintain, and he eventually detached from it and dedicated his life almost entirely to pissing away time and consooming. He never contracted diabetes to my knowledge, but he did spend so much time passed out on pills and wine that half his neck vertebrae eventually disintegrated and had to be replaced with metal. He also pissed away every bit of income he received on a rented McMansion, a leased sports car, mobile gacha games, getting wasted at the local bar every night, and eventually $80 artisan pies home-delivered to him from across the country. The pill and booze habit eventually fucked his mind up to the point that he now lives like a poorer, more catatonic, more sporadically violent version of Bojack Horseman and his life is crashing down around him in real time due to a ton of varied and credible domestic abuse allegations from different sources exploding in his face.
He just lost his only source of income and is about to wind up completely broke with even more child support obligations following him and a body and mind that have almost completely failed.
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- 3 Sie 2019
- Dołączono
- 10 Kwi 2018
Him & these Goddamn names. If he were capable of any self introspection/self reflection at all, he'd realize that the name/fursona has nothing to do with why he feels lost.
A name is a name. Yes, it's important, but in the end, it's really just a label we call ourselves. What matters (at least, what I think) are labels like friend, father, mother, son, daughter...even labels that pertain to employment or things like advocacy for a cause you're passionate about & legitimate contribute to or work to educate people on. Those words that someone will one day put on your tombstone, so to speak. "Beloved Son, Brother, Uncle & Friend"....
Personally (and I'll take the ratings for this), I feel those matter more than a name. That's what you leave behind when you leave this world. "Furry, Grifter, Diabetic, Professional Victim" isn't something you want to be remembered for, Lou.
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- 16 Gru 2017
Another beg tweet. WIth the obligatory "please?" whining. Ugh,
- Dołączono
- 24 Mar 2013
It's not even a real name. It's not like he's changing from "Louis Gagliardi" to something else and it'll be what people call him for the rest of his life, or changing his name because he's transitioning genders. It's an entirely fake name for a fictionalized, fantasized, idealized version of himself...a fucking cartoon character. And it isn't even like it's a cartoon character for a story or comic or game he's trying to make, something that might actually have some substance behind it. It's all just a fetishized piece of make-believe for Louie to pull his puny, pathetic peanut pudd over. If Louie spent even a quarter of the time that he wastes tarding out over the name of his latest capeshit big titty jungle cat on doing things like working on his creative writing or learning how to draw furfag cartoons himself, then he might finally have a skill that he could use to make some honest money instead of being a worthless mooch. But no, instead we have Super Heroine Anthropomorphic Lion with back-breaking jugs v.4189.0. Because these are the things a mature, intelligent, rational grown-ass adult spends his time and mental energy worrying over.
And the hilarious part? No one gives a squirty shit about Louie's new big titty jungle cat or what it's name is, not even the other furfaggots who ass-pat him on social media. The last time he tried this, the response from his "friends" was a disinterested, noncommittal "Oh, whatever you think is best, hon! Hugs!" Louie just can't take the hint that after the 150th time of this very same thing, no one cares anymore. They can't even be fucked to spend five seconds to tell him what he wants to hear so he'll shut up and move on about it. Just a token "Whatever you like best, sweetie." like a parent who is sick and tired of their six year old talking about the Pokémon they like best. Louie fails pretty hard at picking up on social cues.
You know, I think most people who have no job and no steady, reliable income, but has a place to live that isn't behind a filthy dumpster or in a storm drain where they have to fight off raccoons and rats for their next meal so they don't starve to death on their birthday being "treated to something nice". Especially considering the state of the world today where so many people are facing that very scenario due to COVID lock-downs, societal unrest, and one of the most divisive election years in history. I think people like that would feel very blessed to have a place to live rent free and enough food to eat on the regular to where they weigh as much as a Chevy small block V8. Someone facing real hardships wouldn't be making hourly Twatter updates on the verge of breaking down in sobs because no one got them toys and expensive consumer electronics for their 37th birthday. Be thankful for what you have, as the saying goes.
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Leonard Helplessness
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- Dołączono
- 28 Lis 2018
People who don’t do anything meaningful with their lives tend to have no sense of identity, and will fill that void with whatever is at hand — in Lou’s case, greasy junk food.
- Dołączono
- 10 Sie 2019
At least $139 should last a couple weeks fatty.
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- 24 Maj 2020
You know what I did on my last birthday Lou? I went for a walk, then took myself out to eat a mid-range burger, and then went home and drank some leftover beer I had in the fridge. And that was enough. I legitimately enjoyed that day. Because I know how to be content with the small things in life.
Meanwhile you've already received $100+, and you're still asking for more. You've already been given more than enough, you goddamn leech
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- 13 Lut 2020
See, Lardo reminds me of the is-ought problem. $139 ought to last him a couple weeks, but it won't, because he's a frivolous spender who doesn't understand the value of money. He regularly drops wads of cash on a single fast food delivery that could last an ordinary person a week, he regularly buys vidya which he doesn't even play, he regularly buys "art pieces" which he discards after a week. In this regard, he's literally a child - always demanding the newest, shiniest toys which he inevitably tosses away when he gets bored with them.
All the while he ought to be homeless, spending his nights under a bridge or overpass, with his legs and remaining teeth rotting away.
Dear Supreme Feeder rightfully called out the hard a-logging in this thread - of which I'm indoubtedly guilty - however, I can't fault anyone who hates Lardo.
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- 1 Gru 2019
This is so insanely pathetic. Lou what do you honestly expect when that timer runs out? You treat everyone like shit, you’ve pushed all your ‘sane’ friends away, how can you expect anyone to be excited for your birthday?
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- 16 Lut 2020
I think Lou holds onto the hope in his heart that someone is going to drop him a grand like he has been given before, and that gives him more money than he knows to do with. That is Lou's euphoria. 10 bucks or a 20 doesn't excite Lou anymore. Most would be grateful and glad to have that smidge of help, but honestly to Lou that isn't good enough. Lou wants 300 or 400 because that means he can gorge himself on his favorite foods, buy a game and some other wants, and also have enough to buy art. That is what he expects, and he is going to be a whiny nard if it doesn't happen.
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- 3 Sie 2020
Either one of his pig orbiters is going to send him $100 and he’s going to keep pushing seeing what else he can get or he’ll get nothing and then push and push and push and then suicide bait for the entire next day and then be right back to “I have $4 to my name not counting my thousands upon thousands in expensive electronics I don’t use and just sit on like a Loot Goblin can I get some help to buy some spaghetti sauce PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE” like nothing happened.
Or he’ll dip in to whatever cash flow he doesn’t tell anybody about and then buy himself some expensive tack and say it was “from a friend”.
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- 24 Mar 2013
I can't think of the last birthday I had where I got $100 worth of gifts, money, and/or food combined (let alone a single gift that amount) where it was coming from other people. There have been a few times where I was fortunate enough to be able to afford to spend that amount on myself, but not often because other more important things usually required any money that I had. Things like car repairs, bills, medical or dental bills, gas to get to work, etc. And my oldest son's birthday is just about a month after mine, so usually I'll forgo any gifts for my birthday beyond us going out to dinner as a family and put the money we would have spent on me towards my son's birthday.
I'm fortunate to have a few luxuries and indulge in some hobbies and passions, but that's always after all our financial obligations have been taken care of and no one has anything like medical needs that require addressing. I've also worked a lot of overtime for those luxuries so that my family won't be impacted by me spending money out of our normal income on a non-necessity "want", and there have been several times where I've been saving up for something I wanted and had to sacrifice that money for the family because someone had to go to the hospital or one of our cars needed repairs. My family always takes priority over selfish, materialistic "wants".
Yes, everyone deserves to get something nice once in a while. Everyone deserves to spend some of the money they earn on something they want. But Louie doesn't earn his money. Every last cent he brings in was because someone else worked to earn that money and decided to give it to Louie because they mistakenly thought he was in need. Louie leeches that money off of other people and spends it solely on wants. All he ever does is "treat himself to something nice". I've never owned an iPad, and I don't currently own any kind of computer. I use my phone for all my internet usage and I have an old Xbox One that I use for streaming/watching movies/TV shows/DVDs and watch YouTube on. I haven't owned a computer in about a decade or so because after my old laptop finally croaked I didn't see the need in spending the money on a replacement when I get along fine with my phone. How many computers has Louie bought in just the past twelve months? How many iPads? Louie sees something, he wants it, and then in his mind it becomes a necessity. He has no idea how to manage and balance his priorities.
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- 5 Paź 2018
Really I should wait, but I have no patience so let's call this an early present because I'm not checking his dumbass counter.
Happy Birthday from all my fellow @_01 sockpuppets and myself, you fat fuck. I couldn't let my favorite cow's birthday go by without making a little lunchbreak doodle to commemorate the occasion.
Happy Birthday from all my fellow @_01 sockpuppets and myself, you fat fuck. I couldn't let my favorite cow's birthday go by without making a little lunchbreak doodle to commemorate the occasion.
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- 30 Mar 2019