- Dołączono
- 29 Mar 2014
You know your life probably sucks if you're faking letters for transgender-related surgeries to feed an asspat addiction.
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OK Sorry for the Double post but here is the Markup of the letter highlighting all of its major errors.
Wyświetl załącznik 415661
4) That bit about transport cuts Phill out of it all together, he has never mentioned anyone willing to give him a lift home, and he hasn't got access to any other suitable transport that he could afford such as a Medical Taxi or be willing to foot himself as he's never mentioned it whiles begging for the assistance.
OK Sorry for the Double post but here is the Markup of the letter highlighting all of its major errors.
Wyświetl załącznik 415661
5) For Major Surgery they don't leave the check-in times up to the last minute, they TELL YOU what time you are supposed to be there for as they know how long the operation takes and how long the perp takes they add some wiggle room to it and a bit more to allow for delays/emergencies that will take priority.
I like that he doesn’t show the specifics of how it’s wrong. He just can’t resist showing off.
An appointment letter like this might well be automatically generated to save time. It doesn’t really need a signature.I think the glaring tip-off is that the letter isn't even signed!
An appointment letter like this might well be automatically generated to save time. It doesn’t really need a signature.
Is this too many characters for the random.txt ?You know your life probably sucks if you're faking letters for transgender-related surgeries to feed an asspat addiction.
I will give Phil this one thing, and only one, and it may or may not go with what MMX said above, but...
Being as vague as possible: I had a type of surgery in the US a few months ago (doing fine afterwards -- it was the best possible fix for the situation and I'm quite happy) that was classified as "major" by the hospital. I only got my check-in time the day prior to the surgery. So there is that.
However, others are correct in that this would (a) be on letterhead; (b) have obvious staple marks and/or a ripped upper left corner, as it would have come attached to a big fucking packet of Do This, Not That. (Example, and this matches what I've heard other US patients with similar procedures say: I was given a bottle of surgical skin cleanser. I had to get in the shower the night before, scrub off, wash from the neck down -- not just the relevant area -- with half the bottle, let the stuff sit on my skin for two minutes, then wash it off, dry with a clean towel, and put on clean clothing. The entire ritual had to be repeated again the next morning. What are the odds that Philthy owns two towels, let alone that can be clean at the same time? Or even two entire changes of clothing?)
The return address would be designed into the letterhead, and Philthy's placed wherever the letterhead designer allowed for it to be.
I will grant that I've never been a penis owner, and my procedure had nothing to do with urology, but especially with Phil's lack of book smarts, they wouldn't leave anything to chance. My packet even told me where I could park the day of the surgery (and then Mr. Horse had to put the car in a different zone the subsequent two days I was there). I feel like for Phil, certain things (like which of the three mentioned centers he would be getting the snip at) would be gone over with highlighter marker so he couldn't miss them via sheer stupidity.
No letterhead, no staple marks, no snip.
Wasn't "Nieves" in there too somewhere?Also, Phil doesn't seem to remember his fake name.
Imagine if this was real, how amazing would that be? (I know it's not, but imagine with me for a moment)
It would mean that there is a man out there SO DESPERATE to show up strangers on the internet that he's willing to irreversibly mutilate his own genitalia.
And let's not lie, it is ALL for us. Slingblade doesn't care, the trans community doesn't care (in fact girl dicks get you more tranny cred it seems) and he's not interested in actually presenting as a female in even the simplest ways, let alone the fine details.
So if he did it get done he'd proudly show off a few pictures proclaiming his victory. Then we'd go 'huh, yep, there it is." and forget about him five minutes after we close the browser, leaving him with his "prize". The smugness that comes with proving us wrong would soon fade as he sat there, alone and in his own filth, with a wound that needs more constant care than most children do as the reality of what he's done set in.
That is, in his mind, the winning scenario.
I find that so goddamn fascinating.
That's what most of those stupid tattoos are for I bet - just put 'em on the body and that's 'actively' promoting his trans-ness without him having to do anything. Like road signs almost.
Everyone should just call him Philadelphia Collins, it’s easier to remember than any of his fake spanish or mexican bullshit.Phil doesn't seem to remember his fake name.
I can think of three scenarios in relatively recent memory where Phil actually turned out not to be lying, and it should have been a victory, but it just resulted in more hilarity for us.Imagine if this was real, how amazing would that be? (I know it's not, but imagine with me for a moment)
It would mean that there is a man out there SO DESPERATE to show up strangers on the internet that he's willing to irreversibly mutilate his own genitalia.
And let's not lie, it is ALL for us. Slingblade doesn't care, the trans community doesn't care (in fact girl dicks get you more tranny cred it seems) and he's not interested in actually presenting as a female in even the simplest ways, let alone the fine details.
So if he did it get done he'd proudly show off a few pictures proclaiming his victory. Then we'd go 'huh, yep, there it is." and forget about him five minutes after we close the browser, leaving him with his "prize". The smugness that comes with proving us wrong would soon fade as he sat there, alone and in his own filth, with a wound that needs more constant care than most children do as the reality of what he's done set in.
That is, in his mind, the winning scenario.
I find that so goddamn fascinating.
No matter what scenario is the truth, this will be the constant.Or he'll realize it was all for nothing, he's still the same disgusting man he always was, and he's no happier.