....othey simply loathe a boring time-waster in general. Anyone having to sit through this assholes "Coffee Time" self-absorbed "YOUTUBE CHANNEL" needs more than coffee to stay awake.
Periodically, to wake people up from his snore-posts, he pulls a pig face.
This, he thinks, is how to be "controversial."
Droning Lox sucks the blood out of anything he talks about, and that's why he looks like such a fat engorged tic.
The sad thing about this low, pussy-voiced mewling loser, is that even a bad comment is "validation." If Bunce and Cowell get derision, then anyone having "haters" must be good!
Hell, once in a while there's somebody who worships a jerk like this. To a termite, a fat tic seems impressive. Some utter twit who can't upload his own screwy screed to YouTube, thinks "Darren is a star! He has HIS OWN SHOW, called "COFFEE TIME," and it's on the INTERNET, just like you can stream Bunce! Or piss! Blimey, he has an intro, just like Corrie and other brilliant shows do!"
Here's an utter dimwit congratulating him, so he natters and compliments himself yet again. Talk about being oblivious to the stink of your own shit!
Oh, he's "quaffing" coffee. AMAZING ego on this tic. He's living out his fantasy and he thinks he's in show biz. He averages one comment from a mental defective every four months, and that's enough to keep him LOCKed in the basement for hours and hours ad-libbing his worthless opinions to people so stupid they can't think for themselves.
He doesn't get it, that the people who get PAID to be on television aren't like HIM. What an amateur, with his dopey background of tat on the walls, and a bookcase of boot sale rubbish. Like some hopeless twit trying to build a better mouse trap (a tic like him would love to snack on a rodent), he ignores the wife and kids, wrongheadedly believing, even after 1000 obscure postings to YouTube, that HE will get that phone call from the BBC....
What's he REALLY got for all these bland, dull, inane hours of borefest babble? A few comments from brain-dead termites and the delusion that a few hundred people watched more than 10 seconds before turning him off.
This guy will squat in front of his laptop and blab about anything. WHO needs to hear 20, 30 minutes of his constipated voice mewling about obvious things like, gosh, revenge porn is not nice, and, uh, Auschwitz wasn't such a good idea? This is worse than foolish zombie-like schoolgirls doing cover versions of their favorite Sam Smith song.
But he sits, every day, giving his worthless opinion to his laptop camera; NO AUDIENCE AT ALL.
He sits, in love with his own reflection.
Probably the only "regulars" who watch him use him as an alternative to Sominex. His dull, anemic voice and his fat-faced monotonous look could put most anyone to sleep.
Lock is truly clueless. He'll do anything for attention, and if a few people get mad at him over some utterly stupid mumble about Ian Wallace or King Crimson, he takes that as validation. Ah yes, this git from Armpitshire, he's a true legend. What next, parade around town to assure his neighbors that he's the local "celebrity/eccentric?"
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