How many movies is Gimpy in where he shows his face and talks. None. Gimpy has no talent at all. Show your face you coward.
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Gimpy has no talent. He can't act he has no movies he is in.
How many movies is Gimpy in where he shows his face and talks. None. Gimpy has no talent at all. Show your face you coward.
How many films is Peter in that anyone has seen or are good?
Fat cunt
More than you will ever be. Where are you on IMDb. Nowhere you fat arsehole.Originally Posted by Black Wesker
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Last edited by Grace Saunders; 08-12-2022 at 12:39 PM.
Oh wow, so this is actually one of Peter's accounts - I'd been ignoring it on the assumption that it was parodic, given as how the posts had been brief, to the point, and vaguely coherent, but the clearly nonsense response here does look like potatohead's work. Considering an IMDb profile you paid for and wrote yourself an achievement, and some sort of shibboleth of acting quality is like considering yourself a journalist because you had an advert printed in the local free paper.
If that isn't really fuckface then it's a really good impression - bravo.
Let's check in on the ghost of Peter past...
I think I am "pegged" which is why I keep being caught in a devil's circle. Even if I get new nicknames online, there's always a trail due to how open I am. It's like I'm the leper and it's somehow always made to be a relevant big deal if I harass people, but if people harass me, they get away with it all the time. I suffer. They just laugh.
I'm basically an established loser who has already exhausted all his chances. That's not to say it's 100% my fault this happens. I'm supposed to stay cool no matter how many times people try to ruin my life. Yeah, right. Not one person cares about my problems, though. If I tell people I'm a victim of a series of true injustices or that I suffer from depression, but as a result of that, get a hard time from others anyhow, they all run a mile. This year alone, I've been blacklisted from a BDSM venue for saying stuff on an adult forum which the owner was informed about, plus a horror films related Meetup group because I said I was in prison, and some Facebook stuff concerning a zombie film I was in, because A, I say too much and B, I react aggressively to bullying, because I'm easily baited. It's like I want to be correct no matter what. They know it bothers me, so they do it all the more. How I feel about something is different to how others see it.
But now I'm at my wit's end. I don't see any point in going on, really, because change is too difficult. I don't even get help, and I don't think I can fight my anxiety alone. I'm not able to go to places by myself, and there is NOT one person who helps me. When I do try to be social, I am ridiculed and misunderstood all of the time, so the list of "haters" grows bigger. I feel agoraphobic outdoors. And I cannot combat anxiety without meds, but I don't want to be a meds junkie either. So I'm basically an Internet junkie instead. I'm online pretty much all day long on forums, YouTube, or something else. I don't have friends to hang out with, apart from a man who is 55. That is it.
Like I said, I'm cancelling my IMDb subscription because people are just screwing up my page. I have until 15 December to unsubscribe, or I'll be billed over £120. I've bitched about it on the "Get Satisfaction" support message boards, but nobody cares. Oh and maybe adding my location, images, and date of birth on IMDb wasn't very bright, but others do that, so why not me? Why should I miss out on the very same opportunities other people take for granted? How is that fair?
I'm honestly sick of other people's dog's abuse. I've realized there is little point in trying anything that involves my race. I've gave away too much details. The bullies have broken me. I'm just gonna have to get a private flat somewhere, drink bleach, and die. It's the only way I'll be free from this crap.
Or if that's too vintage - how about this gem from just a few years ago.
Trust me when I say I want to forget about what happened. I could care much less if I never saw any of these people again. But I have all this junk on my record that could prevent me from getting jobs for several more years. A lot of agencies for film extras state that you have to register on their websites, fill in all the red tape, and submit up to date DBS information, and that is mandatory for all their talent. So I am basically probably going to be missing out on opportunities to get a part in a major film as a blurry dot in a crowd, because I got mad at two people that I believe wronged me. It may not seem like a big deal because it's just extra work and a lot of people may not even be visible on screen in the final cut, but some of these movies are high profile feature films that would look great on their IMDb page.
The summary on my disclosure paperwork has racism, sexual harassment and stalking as the convictions, which is why I was sent to Barlinnie in 2015. I was only being like that because I was mad at being betrayed. If I could do it all over again, well... I would have been upset, but maybe I could have gotten something done about it had I known how. Even other inmates in prison thought it was 'petty' that I was doing time for that.
The protection hall in my local jail had no room at that time, and I was fully committed, so I could have been in jail for months, which ended up being what occurred. If I had not contacted any of them again, it would have been wiped from my record in 2020, because the restraining orders were granted for the ladies and one of their ex-boyfriends in 2015 to run for a total of 5 years. But last year, a sheriff in Livingston where this Spanish lady apparently may be living now, extended it to 10 years, and I was sentenced to 70 days in jail. But before I was up for release, another sheriff from my neck of the woods, gave me a concurrent sentence because I did not carry out unpaid work from earlier last year, but that was in regards to a different case where I was repeatedly contacting a singer on Twitter, that I used to be a fan of. He was the lead singer of a band called Wah! over 30 years ago, and we got on great to begin with, then he turned against me. This hurt me deeply, as the guy was like a "hero" to me. It made me feel like crap.
When I asked the officers in jail why I was going to Barlinnie when they gave me zero notice at all, they said I was down as a sex offender, so I could not stay there. And that day, my mother had been booked in for a visit and she had to be told I was being transferred to Glasgow. All I did was say to the women in emails that I was going to have sex with someone, and record us doing it. That was it. Even my supervisor told my mother that was wrong what they did, when they made up that hooey about me being a sex offender. But great insults can last a long time. The one I got from that other support worker about Eddie Guerrero being a (vulgar word for vagina) has really stuck with me, and some of the other things he said was pitiful as well. They likely fired him, but they would not reveal whether that happened or not.
In fact, the bosses kept saying to me that I could not bring escorts into my flat. Once I had no money and I told them that this was the reason why I was skint, and they said I would be thrown out if I did it again. I eventually complained to an agency about recruiting responsible sex workers for disabled people, called the TLC Trust, and I explained that it was not illegal to invite a woman into my home for intimacy. So they called them and the staff said it was fine. But if I had never challenged it, they would have kept acting like I was doing something wrong. It did not matter in the long run, because I never went back. When I was on bail, they barred me from even collecting my mail or walking near that street, and as I said, they conjured up a story to get me to willfully declare away my tenancy, after saying I had rent arrears that the council was supposed to be paying for me. Hence why I keep saying they're serial liars.
And like I said, all manner of people were blabbing behind my back, being a stool pigeon, or sending me emails pretending to know my ex. As in, the girl I met years ago who kept using me to buy her goodies from an Argos store, who had also been taken me for a sucker, and whatnot. She even left me along a canal once, telling me to wait around on her returning, and she never came back. Her excuse was that she visited her friends, and fell asleep. So... I have had it really tough.
OK, I stand corrected - It looks now like this was someone doing a great impression of Peter rather than fuckface itself.
Genuinely a good impersonation. Bravo to you.
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