I saw your recent post but I can't roast you because someone banned me
So here's the roast
You're like a broken lawnmower, constantly whining and complaining, but providing zero useful output. Your existence is more pointless than a screen door on a submarine. You're like a black hole for joy, sucking the happiness out of any room you enter, leaving nothing but a vast expanse of disappointment in your wake. You're the human equivalent of a participation trophy, taking up space without any significant contribution. You're so painfully average that you make beige look interesting, a true embodiment of mediocrity.