And then there’s Disco Fries—oh, sweet Disco—who’s been pretending he’s summiting Colorado's highest peaks in his imagination while steadily blank-bumping his way to a coronary while attempting to bag Teewinot Mountain. Unfortunately, the only "mountain" he’s climbing is the Everest of cheeseburgers. And RSF—what’s his latest flex? Probably something like: "Just had brunch with Justice Kagan, then hit the links with Elon. Casual Sunday, you know."

Next up, there’s Chandre Madre, who reliably melts down into a full-blown psychotic episode whenever someone dares to ask him what he plans to eat for "brekkie" tomorrow morning—like it's some apocalyptic secret. And don’t get me started on gunneraTTTT—who, when he's not neck-deep and deluded about being some undiscovered legal prodigy, runs flames with zurich is stained so evident that only Spaceporn is gullible enough to believe them.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5599352&forum_id=2#48117946)