Luna can suck this big ol' meatstick!
Alas for the thin skinned, attention seeking charlatan hast seemingly returned.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, ol' boy but thy personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Thy powers of wit are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. Ye art walking, talking proof that thou doth not have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of thou when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. Ye art, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in thy idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.
I wish thou the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand upon thee.