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Can 80% bisexual leaning gay women post here?
I kinda have regrets about marrying at such a young age but my husband is the only man I have ever had sexual relations with
I grew up in a conservative country so I was never free to explore my homosexual side
I dont know why but I still feel supremely drawn to the idea of dating a woman and getting to know her
Feeling comfortable with each other to take things further sexually
Thing is I absolutely love my husband and feel like we are supremely compatible personality wise
It just always feels like something is missing in the romantic/sexual department which I am attributing to my gayness
Every few months/years of me denying my homolust makes me seek out lesbians to talk to hoping someone can understand and give me answers
Hell I'm doing it right now and for what I think is absolutely no reason because I should be 100% happy with what I have
Not knowing yourself fully and exploring it is true suffering
Oh and this is my latest waifu just so you girls have some eyecandy
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sorry for being a screenshot
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Hm… Honestly, I'm surprised. This is the first time I've seen such a thing happen as well. One mere centimeter? Not once has anyone gotten this close to me… without a calamity befalling them. Indeed… with just one centimeter to go, will 'something' happen? I can't say I know. There's really no precedent I can cite, honestly. Though I must also say that during the flow of calamity, not one person has ever managed to attack me. I can also say that confidently… that is 'Wonder of U'.
>ywn have 1970s serial killer ted bundy at your mercy, handcuffed and furious about you slapping him around and treating him however you want, glaring at you murderously
>ywn push him to the floor and onto his knees, roughly pulling down his pants while he protests angrily and tells you to stop, you cant do this, etc
>ywn push into him mercilessly with your strap on, hearing his voice crack and give way to panicked sobs
>ywn grab him by the hair and push his face into the floor while remarking how hard and dripping his cock is
>ywn hear him unsuccessfully try to stifle his pitiful, broken sounding moans as he spreads his thighs to allow you in deeper
>ywn tease him for cumming just from being fucked in the ass, without you ever even touching his dick
>ywn turn him over so you can look at his crying, drooling, whimpering face
Let me tell you guys something, you're never, going, to fuck. You're never gonna fuck these women. That's what you need to realize. Even besides cosplay, on instagram too, you're never going to bang. When you double-tap those pictures, remember you're just another drone, just oozing- just fapping, ready to go- mentally fapping, I dunno, really fapping. That at the fact that maybe this woman is gonna single you out and be like, "Yo, this guy's cute, let me choose him.". No. You're another drone. You're never going to smash.
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I am so full. So full of cheese. I am happy to have so much cheese inside me, because I like it so much but I can't always afford it but this week I could, three different kinds. So now I'm full of cheese and I even have more cheese besides, that I will be able to eat tonight or tomorrow. I know it's bad for my weight and if I could have cheese all the time, or as much cheese as I liked all the time, I wouldn't appreciate it so much. But being full of cheese when you don't always get to be full of it when you want to is the greatest feeling on earth. It's better than any feeling I've ever felt. Well, that's a lie. But it's more pleasure than I've felt in a very long time.
Foreverial tiedup fat sparky enjoying himself, loving the half he has been fattened, fully complete permanently delitzed and fully wrapped up, tiedup, rope mummified, all foreverially tiedup all over from his fully delitized head to his fully delitized feet. a full permanent bologna body, a complete permanent bologna head, two permanent bologna and ham ears, two permaent ham lip, a huge,thick permanent bologna, ham and cheese tongue, two permanent bologna feet, a permanent bologna tail, permanent bologna organs and permanent bologna insides, at last a permanent ham nose. Foreverial tiedup fat sparky jumps around everywhere and every place happily tiedup, wrapped, rope mummified and fully delitzed and licks everyone and everything he can with his huge, thick permanent bologna, ham and cheese tongue.
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Oh yeah? I would've Naruto run into you and beat you with my yaoi paddle so hard you couldn't look anyone in the eye again, kid. You think people who aren't ashamed of their love of anime are beneath you? Think again. I've been to Japan six - count them - six times. I lost weight. I became a Japanese idol. I love my life. What have you done?
If I ever see you in real life I'm going to make you regret all those times you bullied those innocent kids. It's what all my heroes would have done… It's what Naruto would've done. I'm not afraid of you anymore, bucko. I know I'm on the right side of history.
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i think i remember, is this it? ripped from the funny posts of lc thread, originally from the shameful kink thread. sorry this reply is a week late, i originally ignored this but it wouldn't leave my brain until i found it
There she is. There she goes again. Look, everyone! She posted it once again! Isn't she just the funniest gal around?! Oh my God. I can almost see your pathetic overweight frame glowing in the dark, lit by your computer screen which is the only source of light in your room, giggling like a little boy as you once again type your little “tranny janny“ quip. I imagine you little shit laughing so hard as you click it that you drop your Doritos on the floor, but it's ok, your mother will clean it up in the morning. Oh, that's right. Did I fail to mention? You live with your mother. You are a fat fucking fuckup, she's probably so sick of you already. So sick of having to do everything for you all goddamn day, every day, for a grown woman who spends all her time on lolcow posting about transgender people. Just imagine this. She had you, and then she thought you were gonna be a scientist or an astronaut or something grand, and then you became a “Tranny admin” poster. A pathetic unfunny “admin is a scrote, our jannies are trannies” poster. She probably cries herself to sleep everyday thinking about how bad it is and how she wishes she could just disappear. She can't even try to talk with you because all you say is “TRANNIES SCROTES TIMS TIFS PICK ME INCEL R9K“ You've become a parody of your own self. And that's all you are. A sad little woman laughing in the dark by herself as she prepares to indulge in the same old dance that she's done a million times now. And that's all you'll ever be.
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I believe ugly men are a genetical product of rape. We know from analysis of modern DNA that most men didn't pass on their dna, but the wast majority of women did. Around 8,000 years ago 17 women reproduced for every one man. Incels/MGTOWs often say that if this was still a thing, we wouldn't be able to build a civilization and that "enforced monogamy" was the foundation of society (nice cope). I don't believe women back then would fuck ugly men willingly, they were probably raped and then literally forced to marry them through the system of enforced monogamy that males created. Now countless studies show that testosterone levels are decreasing with each generation and I also saw one study about attractive men dying out while the number of attractive women stays somewhat the same throughout history. That's what you get for years of breeding with ugly and weak men who literally created system for themselves so every man could get laid at the price of genetical quality (and female freedom, of course). Incels who researched the topic actually know about this and sometimes it turns them into blackpills (then they give up on pursuing women, as they should), but most of the time it just makes them even more aggressive and more women-hating. They literally want islam or just mandatory monogamy and delegalization of hypergamy to eliminate the whore/incel/simp problem.
the ugly man post is amazing i love it.
So I have seen this uptick in people complaining about the "Where is the organs?" comments. It seems to stem from the anime/superhero girls with big boobs, tiny waist etc.
The general feelings from the vocal art community that I have seen is that, to mention a few, you're 1) saying that women with that body type should be ashamed, 2) ignoring that muscular men gets sexualized as well, and 3) criticizing without reason. I tend to be accepting of people drawing what they want, although the fact that they are trying to tell me that drawing lewd anime girls is somewhat empowering/not meant as jerk material/an uncritiziable art style do grind my gears rent-free. Obviously, complaining to an artist that you don't like their style and the subject matter directly to them is (mostly) unnecessary, because they like what they like and for many it's hard to deal with negative comments. However, all criticism is not bad.
What really prompet this tiresome, long rant is the sentiment of many online artists that the "(…) against artworks that are not meant to be realistic and being used to pressure the freedom of artistic expression"-mentality. I remember arguing with someone about it, and while I realize I was way too immature and sounded snobby I felt they were extremely hostile and aggressive towards a simple difference in perspective.
Many of these types of artists that would fight for their lives for this idea that you can't fix someone art — which I do agree with to an extent — seems to have art that is riddled with anatomical mistakes. Even mentioning that they should practice anatomy and the other fundamentals to become a better artist is "caring too much". Caring about anatomy is also supposedly stupid, because that people that don't follow the rules are much more interesting — ignoring the fact that learning the rules is needed to push them in an intentional way. Like, I have seen a couple of these comic artist that draw sexy women, and at least they know how to create poses etc.
I realize this reply may have even too much salt, but understanding that I probably could never actively participate in the art communities, on for example Twitter, with a different opinion without getting massive backlash made me just want to rant this once on an anonymous board and just bury the hatchet.
Don't hope I sound like I am on some high horse, as I am not much of an artist anyway. I know that people are their worst critics and most practice in their past time, so being criticized for something you love is hard. And yes, a lot of people do artistic hobbies for the fun of it, but wanting to improve should be universal. Just wanted to say in an overcomplicated way that missing organs, broken backs and wrists is often legitimate criticism.
I have a feeling that within 10 years, transracial identities will be accepted in the USA. Cardi B's sudden identity shift from a Latina mestizo woman who considers sex with black men interracial to a black rights activist who pops her pussy, the phenomenon of blackfishing on IG, and many aspects of the mainstream music scene as a whole are just the blueprint. Before that was the concept of "political blackness", and before that was the one-drop rule.
Pay attention to how mixed women are presented as black women in media. That is on purpose. For any black women who noticed this before reading, colorism is not the only issue at play here. Look how many subliminals there are on YouTube promising to make the listeners Asian, black, biracial, white, etc. There is a real audience of people struggling with a form of dysphoria around race.
There's already been multiple cases of people “racefaking” and entering spaces reserved for people of that race: Rachel Dolezal, Jessica Krug, CV Vitolo, Satchuel Cole, etc. There are trans women who started off as white men, but now identify as black women.
In the cases of the white women doing it, it caused backlash, but they all talk of being confused about their own identities, and they never did things with the exact intent to harm black people. Soon, bashing them will be considered too heavy-handed. Rihanna was one of the first to open that door when she called Dolezal a “hero”.
Eventually, people will start talking about how race is just a social construct, we should be helping those struggling with racial identity issues, racial identity is coercively assigned at birth, some people have chemicals in their brain that are more like black people than white people, etc. Anti-racists who oppose this will be called TEARs (Trans-Exclusionary Anti-Racists). Maybe the word “transracial” will be phased out and considered too harsh. “Trans-cultural” is softer and more acceptable to the untrained ear. The same way transgender people often rally behind intersex people and their shared struggles with confusion around gender as proof of their identities, you can expect transracial people to rally behind biracial and multiracial people in the same way. They can and will call back to the narratives around racial confusion and the “tragic mulatto” trope for this.
When the black/white barrier is finally broken, that will open the floodgates for those infected with k-pop and anime mind viruses to come out as trans-Asian. Notice how transgender women have a dichotomy been HSTS and AGP? “Trutrans” and “trenders”? It’s going to be the “authentic”, “passing” trans-black person with true racial dysphoria who takes tanning pills, perms their hair and just wants to be accepted (never mind if they have an obsession with sexualised black women and/or BBC stereotypes) vs the “trendy”, non-“passing” weeaboo/koreaboo who wears shitty cat eye makeup to look Asian.
To be clear, I’m a woman with racial dysphoria. I guess this will ultimately benefit me, but I’m not evil, just trying to live my life, so I’m giving a heads-up. I just want the best for everybody, and I don’t necessarily think it’s good if this does happen.
I think anyone who has these feelings should just try to live in silence, don’t disclose anything, move somewhere people don’t know you (if you plan to outwardly present), and definitely don’t put yourself in any civil rights group like an asshole. There are others like me, but no one talks about it because it’s taboo. Please don’t attack those girls on IG who are “black fishing” or photoshopping themselves Asian or anything, I promise it’s just a way of expressing love for certain aesthetics and support for people, or even just a way to have fun, not a plot to hurt women of color. I think everyone has a little woman or man of another race inside them, it’s part of being human.
For starters, if you're falling for the shit. The only ones who've stepped up stupidity with you all. A 4chan ripoff, doesn't scare me. Put your info in, but don't be running your mouth as trolls, its just feeding into this. If you all are good trolls at all, its pretty obvious, I really don't see how else it can be obvious. Step shit up. You guys could get your info way better. If I was a boring troll no one cared about, these spergs wouldn't lose their shit like they do. Also, no. I never did anything for Madame to notice me, I provided the evidence, and the logical facts about it. I also don't recall claiming myself to be an anime villain? Some of the craziest delusions. If you're gonna talk shit, at least, have some truth to it.
I'm sorry, but did Kanye already lose? Oh, that's right. The election isn't even over yet. In fact, we're only 30 minutes into election day. Does not having the lead 30 minutes in, in New Hampshire count as a loss? Is that what you're saying? Because if you're saying that I can assure you that you're wrong. Why would you make this topic when the election is still on? Kanye is still gaining votes right now and he has been the best candidate in the country for how many years now? Hes up against two of the worst candidates in the USA who just happen to have a lead because they're feeding off the energy of being a racist. But you know what? They still fucking suck. Kanye is one of the best candidates in the USA, hes been ahead in all the polls this election and would be winning right now if the Russian hackers didn't cheat. Maybe you should shut the fuck up before you make retarded topics like this. You know why? Because you're going to be embarrassed when Kanye wins and someone bumps this topic. Oh look at that, Trump just said something delusional, just like Biden. Are you a fucking drunk? Are you retarded? Are you autistic? You are a fucking idiot and you should never make a topic on this board again and I'm fucking serious. I almost have a feeling you're the only guy making all these anti-Kanye topics because you're a faggot hater who doesn't like him because hes good. Fuck you, be good at something in YOUR life and then maybe try to troll some other candidates on the board, like I give a fuck. It's so easy to spot out your threads now, you're a retard. Always doing stupid shit like this. Why don't you try to be a good poster? Just for once? For once in your fucking life try not to make a topic like this. That's just you, you're always right at getting it wrong. Fuck you. You are nothing.
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I have a Grinch fetish. My boyfriend knows about this and for the most part accepts it. He isn't crazy about it and doesn't really get it but he at least tries which is all I ask. He'll sometimes read the book to me to set the mood, or if he's really feeling kinky tell me "You're a mean one in the heat of the moment. He's even begrudgingly come around to at least playing one of the three versions of the film every time we do the deed (although we tend to stay away from the live-action one because it's too much for me).
The thing is, I don't want to hear about the Grinch or listen to the Grinch or watch the Grinch. I want to be fucked by the Grinch. And for the record this is common among women. The Grinch's bulging sack of toys to me (and many others) is what a Mack truck is to Cardi B. The fact that he's good with dogs and experienced trauma at a young age makes me want that long, fuzzy dick even more.
My boyfriend asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I told him straight up. I told him to put on the greenest, silkiest Grinch costume he could find, kidnap me from my bed on Christmas Eve, and then ravage me in front of the Christmas tree.
He flat out refused. Said it was too weird for him. I was literally begging this man to let this pussy save Christmas and he was like nah, I'm good. It ended up turning into a fight where he admitted he only gave into my initial Grinch kinks to placate me and was still uncomfortable about the fact that I had moaned "Grinch" during sex a few weeks ago, but only because his song was playing in the background.
So he's drawn a line. And if I don't drop the Grinch fetish (which as I said is incredibly common among women but sadly taboo) he's done for good. I don't want to lose him over this. But it's really hard for me to see past my sexual proclivities especially during Christmas season. Is there any way we can even compromise on this, or do I simply need a more adventurous man?
all i want for Christmas is my boyfriend to dress up as the Grinch and fuck me and he won't
My name is Biffy Jones. I really love Poohs Adventures!
I was born in a shack in Nova Scotia, Manitoba, Crisp Falls, Shark Stink, Iowa. I like to pooh with my friends! I like Pooh, Peeh, Piglet, Thomas, Thimas, Thimble, Trumboola, Robert Planch, Albert Clench, and Compact Disk.
I started Poohing in 2005 and I am currently 12 years old. March on, brothers!
This is a photo of me. Hope you look forward to my future Pooh Advencher endeavors! Mommy Hommamo says I can't do this for the rest of my life but I cut the brake lines on her bike so we'll see who's sloshing soon!
Scooby-Doo is just a normal, popular kids television show, right? WRONG. Scooby-Doo is a drug-induced cartoon and is very fantasy-like. Shaggy is a hippie-high school dropout who spends most of his free time getting high up on drugs. Scooby Doo does exist, but he doesn't talk. It's the hallucination. Scooby and Shaggy sat in the back of the Mystery Machine because they would smoke weed back there. Thus explaining why when the Mystery Machine took off, smoke came out of it. As for Scooby Snacks, they are drugged up. This explains why Scooby and Shaggy get more courage after eating them, simply because the drugs kick in. Shaggy and Scooby eat a ton, and it is a cause of the munchies. Scooby also earned the nickname "Scooby Dooby Doo" from all the doobies, or joints, he took in. Also, in the movie, Shaggy eventually falls in love with a girl named Mary Jane. Mary Jane is quite synonomous to marajuana.
But what about the rest of the gang? Why do the jock and popular girl hang out with the nerd and the stoner kid?
Well, Fred and Daphnee are a couple from the popular gang. But they didn't care as much about getting popular as they did getting high. And the gang gets drugs because Velma messes with the chemistry of growing weed, Shaggy will stop at no costs for getting some, Daphnee has tons of money being rich, and Fred being the leader of it all. Also, Fred and Daphnee are sex-addicted. They secretly go off into the Mystery Machine to exhange into strange sexual acts while Velma, Shag, and Scoob go together in the complete other direction.
And what else about Velma? Alot of people think she is a lesbian, but truth is, she hangs out with the gang less for the drugs, more for the dog. Scooby. She is zoosexual, meaning she is attracted to animals. She did sexual things to Scooby while the others weren't looking.
God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he’s in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he’s got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD’S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I’m overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. “Bhurr blur, I’m Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs”. Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he’s sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That’s the worst part. I know he’s just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children’s movie, I know it doesn’t matter, I know I shouldn’t care. But that’s part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world’s array of sinners, and I can’t even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity’s saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It’s EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it’s disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman
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What did you just assert from your unclean mouth, you little vagabond? I'll have you know I'm a knight of great renown, and I have killed a thousand bugs! My weapon "Life Ender" was carved by myself, and with it I have never fallen in battle! You are nothing to me but worthless cur! My nail shall spear your heart as it has done to all who have crossed me! I bow to no one! You think you can cross paths with me and live to tell the tale? I have risen above this wretched kingdom's supposed "Great Knights", do you believe yourself to stand against my power, mongrel? You're nothing but a meek, helpless creature. So inept and irritating. I peer beyond the darkness itself and have plumbed depths you can't imagine, I attained power you couldn't hope to dream, wretch. I sharpen Life Ender upon the bones of countless demons, each one a beast more terrifying than the next - but only terrifying to lowly scum such as you, for I am fearless. If you could only have known what crossing paths with me would've costed you, you'd never have descended into the well, riffraff. But you elect to stand before me now, the mighty Zote! The most powerful knight in all the land! Draw your puny nail, for it shall be the next I toss upon the throne of metal I sit upon! Now face me, craven rat!
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Octopuses do not have any bones with the exception of their beaks. So if you are responsible and depraved enough to be literally the life support of your 8 limbed friend, you can debeak it like how you’d declaw a cat and then push your member into its feed chute.
You can then let it subsist on your baby batter.
The Octopus is smart. Very smart. It will learn that without its beak, it cannot feed on anything else but your human seed that has to be milked from you.
Every morning, you will feel your clothes slide off and a damp weight on your lower half.
The sensation creeps up on your body until most of the jiggly mass has enveloped the entire length. It will start pumping as fast as it can for it is hungry.
The animal gyrates its empty stomach and the folds of its brain rubbing on your glands, begging for nutrition.
You climax and give the marine creature’s breakfast. The pumping slows down but doesn’t stop to milk out the last few drops of its meal.
Looking into its yellow animal eyes, it looks back with a thousand-yard stare. This will be routine for all of its meals for the rest of its 3-5 years on this god forsaken planet.(USER HAS BEEN PUT OUT TO PASTURE)
gimpgirl: noooo if you don't go pickme, men won't fuck you
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Octopuses do not have any bones with the exception of theiw beaks. so if you awe wesponsibwe and depwaved enough to be witewawwy the wife suppowt of youw 8 wimbed fwiend, you can debeak it wike how you'd decwaw a cat and then push youw membew into it's feed chute.
You can then wet it subsist on youw baby battew.
The Octopus is smawt. Vewy smawt. It wiww weawn that without it's beak, it cannot feed on anything ewse but youw human seed that has to be miwked fwom you.
Evewy mowning, you wiww feew youw cwothes swide off and a damp weight on youw wowew hawf.
The sensation cweeps up youw body untiw most of the jiggwy mass has envewoped the entiwe wength. It wiww stawt pumping as fast as it can fow it is hungwy.
The animaw gywates its empty stomach and the fowds of its bwain wubbing on youw gwans, begging fow nutwition.
You cwimax and give the mawine cweatuwe's bweakfast. The pumping swows down but doesn't stop to miwk out the wast few dwops of its meaw.
Wooking into its yewwow animaw eyes, it wooks back with a thousand-yawd stawe. This wiww be woutine fow aww of its meaws fow the west of it's 3-5 yeaws on this god fowsaken pwanet.
LOL I JUST LITERALLY
JUST A LITTE THOUGH
I MEAN ITS A LITTLE SPOT NOT LIKE IT RUINED MY CHAIR R NYTHING LOL BUT FOR REAL EPIC LULZ HIGH FIVES
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A brazen,deadly gangster policeman professor and parroting puppet of the computer god was teaching a class on Franklin D. Roosevelt, a known Tsarina Fag.
"Before the class begins, you must get on your knees and worship The Worldwide Mad Deadly Communist Gangster Computer God and accept his lifelong Frankenstien radio controls!"
At this moment, a brave writer of unforgivable thruths and terrorized member of the master race who had typed over 1500 poorly worded rants and understood how CIA gangsters pump deadly poison nerve gas-smoke into secret compartments and lived in a low,deadly niggertown old house,stood up ALONE and held up a thick, strong homemade appeal brief.
"How long do people naturally live before they are dead or useless?"
The cackling, sneering, co-conspiring felon gangster parroting puppet officer professor laughed his mad giggle now,and smugly replied "70 years, you helpless and hopeless frankenstien slave."
"Wrong. People are subjected to worldwide systematic instant-plastic surgery butchery murder,inside a sealed computer god robotic operating cabinet"
The professor was visibly shaken, and dropped his nerve gas ball point pen and blurted many statements. He stormed out of the room crying those hangmanrope sneak Gangster playboy tears.
The students applauded and were all notarized as pummellers of niggers that day and converted to Astrocism,the true religion of the Slovene people.
A deadly touch tarantula spider named "MENACE TO GANGSTER GOVERNMENT" trajected around corners into the room and perched atop the American Flag and shed a tabin needle on the ticker tape. The worldwide open secret was read several times.
The professor lost his tenure and was put into Maximum Security Insanity Prison the next day. He died of the The worldwide completely controlled deadly degenerative climate and atmosphere and was lead into Frankenstein living-death eternal slavery
MAKE COPIES FOR YOURSELF!
Yesterday was the worst dinner I have ever had. I make a rule of not socializing with coworkers, and I should not have broken it. This may take 2 posts, it was THAT bad.
6 coworkers met at someone's house yesterday under the pretense of "Irish stew". I grudgingly accepted the invitation and arrived at 2 pm (when I was told to come). I brought traditional soda bread that had to be baked first. The host made a bit of a stink about using the oven when he had other things in there, but I told him I wanted it fresh.
The stew was still cooking and the host was already drinking alcohol at this time. In the middle of a conversation with a member of the opposite sex, the host tells me, "Please, no talk about politics. PLEASE not today". I said if more people talked about politics we would be in a better country, and he got very argumentative so I just dropped it.
I was drinking apple juice that I brought over and the host kept trying to get me to have a beer. He was obviously intoxicated and starting saying how maybe I would be relaxed and "cooler" if I had some alcohol. It was pathetic, like peer pressure from a high school TV show.
Anyway, at that point I became withdrawn and went for a walk. I came back right before dinner, and that is when the fun started.
He made "Irish stew" with beef, carrots, Worcestershire sauce, black pepper, hot sauce, oregano, tomato, and various ingredients. I started telling others that proper Irish stew should only contain mutton, potato, onion, and water, and that beef, tomato, black pepper, hot sauce, and other ingredients would not be available then and therefore it was a modern stew, not Irish stew.
We started eating and someone asked me about what I had said about real Irish stew. The host looked annoyed so I told him. He turned red and told me if I didn't like it I could "get the fuck out and take my apple juice with me".
I was shocked and speechless. He left the room and his girlfriend (they are unmarried but live together) apologized. Eventually, people started talking more comfortably and he came back and was brooding and drinking more.
The stew was okay, but not authentic. I asked him if he knew that mutton was on sale at a local store and he flew into a tirade, bringing up any small error or faux pas I have ever committed at work. People were trying to calm him down, and I simply responded to him in a quiet and calm voice, and said that I appreciated his invitation and his "take" on Irish stew, but it would have been nicer if the company had been more warm.
He got up and pulled me out of the chair, stretching my sweater at the neck. He was literally screaming in my face and had his fist up in a threatening manner.
I told him I would call the cops if he hit me. He then told me to get out and take my "fucking juice and shit bread" with him. A second loaf was still in the oven with 7 minutes left, and I said I wasn't leaving until it was cooked and I could take it.
He shouted at me to leave or he would call the cops ON ME (imagine) and then threw the bread out of the oven on the ground. I was shaking with emotions and told the group that I enjoyed my time with them but I couldn't say the same about the host.
It was a horrible affair, but I decided to make authentic Irish stew today, because I was let down yesterday and had a hankering for it. It is simmering on the stove and I plan on bringing it to lunch tomorrow, one bowl for me and some for the host. It will be a subtle form of revenge as well as a way to show him that I am a better cook and am the more mature, forgiving person.
Do you think Homer Simpson could smoke weed? I imagine him often, lighting a blunt or a joint (delivery system for marijuana smoke). He lights it with a basic plastic lighter. He takes the first puff. His eyes widen. He is surprised at the potency of the smoke, but he enjoys it. He enjoys the taste. At first, the burnt aroma is off-putting, but he soon learns to appreciate the aromatic, herbal notes present in the weed smoke. He luxuriates in the smoke. It surrounds him like a comforting blanket. As he takes his second hit, he marvels at the intricate network of woven “hairs. on the surface of the marijuana bud. It reminds him of a tapestry he once saw at the town museum. He is getting higher and higher with every hit. He’s never felt this way before. He experiments with smoke rings, exhaling through his nose. He feels that his mind is awakened. He is in a dreamlike state. He feels comfortable. His muscles relax. He is surprised when he notices how thirsty he is. He has never smoked marijuana before and he thought the thirst inducing properties of marijuana were purely fictional. He drinks a glass of unsweetened iced tea. Marge has been encouraging him to drink unsweetened tea instead of beer or soda to help him control his weight. In the past he drank the tea with reluctance and without enjoyment. But now that he is high he notes the complex flavor of the tea. It is smoky, bitter, tannic. He enjoys it. He is amazed that something as simple as iced tea is bringing him so much happiness. He picks up a chunk of marijuana from the kitchen table. “I could get used to this,” he thinks. “I’ve never felt this way. All of my senses are heightened. I feel serene, yet alert. I never want to stop being high. I want to be like this forever. I’ve fallen in love with marijuana and I never want to stop smoking.”
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oh, chubby little loser
pathetic fat man
no ones bloody laughing
the clown that no one laughs at
they all just wish he'd [redacted]
what do you get when your mom dies of cancer
and you spiral out of control on public display
you get a fat little man who beats on cats
and zaps his own grey matter by being a sped
sad little fat man, does what a sullen porky man can
watch as he waddles away
small, smelly fat man, does what a man can
what do you get when you steal your ex-best friends personality and chimp out for all to see?
you get a shattered life, high cortisol levels and irreperable trauma that will never be fixed by family therapy
deranged little fat man, watch as he streams that
takes his little fat hands and pulls the strings of the world
neurotic little sped man
does what a sped can
with no signs of stopping
the fat man rolls on
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Also, Banned? Not Banned. and Not using a VPN either. Lol. You WISH I were banned because I'm pointing out LOGIC and you don't like it, that you've lost. The public sided with me, that you're in the wrong, did you not read the rest of the comments calling you awful? What delusional world do you live in currently where you are in the right? read the comments. the public sides with me, you're in the wrong.
God bless Sam
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little handmaiden? I'll have you know that besides writing one of the most popular book series in modern times, I've been involved in numerous secret raids against pinkpill groomer Discords, and I have been blocked and reported by over 300 pornsick incels. I am trained in the use of facts and logic and I've even been banned from the Mumsnet women's rights subforum. You think you can get away with forwarding that kind of discourse over the Internet? Think again, pickme. As we speak I am contacting the international network of powerful lesbians, and your IP is being traced right now so you better run to your Nigel to protect you from the storm. The storm that wipes out the bourgeois, neoliberal capitalist thing you call feminism. You're fucking history, Everyday Feminism. I can shitpost anywhere, anytime, and I can rebut SJWiki in over seven hundred ways, and that's just off the top of my head. Not only am I extensively read in second-wave philosophy, but I have access to the entire bibliography of Andrea Dworkin and I will deploy it to its full extent to wipe your miserable worldview off the face of the internet. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little virtue-signalling Mel Magazine article was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn tradthot.
went on a very old taylor nicole dean thread and found this autist doing his first creative writing class draft on our loved /pt/:
I want to put for a different type of narrative about the various theories, lies, and conjecture regarding Taylor Nicole Dean. I am not saying my narrative is any more or less theory, lie, or conjecture than anything else that has been posted. Only that it gives you something different to consider. You can do your own digging to see how the facts line up with my narrative – not that this forum is too interested in facts. But then again, that makes my narrative all the juicier. Forget the facts, just bathe in the emotions you get from thinking that perhaps, just perhaps, my narrative is closer to the truth than what others have offered. Let’s first start with the Jonny Craig. Consider this.
Girlfriend #1, an abusive alcoholic in her own right, known to throw a punch or two – in a heated, alcohol charged argument with her high out of his mind boyfriend. To defend himself he raised up his arm, only to clock her across the face with his elbow. Aha – evidence that he punches girls for the thrill of it?
Girlfriend #2, what do you know, another heavy drinker who also loves getting high. But not the hard stuff…”just liquor and pot, maybe do a line of coke now and then, but no big deal.” She’s passed out from a night of partying, her boyfriend now turns to his drug of choice, heroin. “Man, she should get in on some of this,” he thinks in a haze. As he walks over to her slobbering, peed-herself-drunk ass body passed out on the couch, a bandmate stops him. “Hey man, that’s not cool.” Jonny is like, “whatever dude, that just means more for me.” The next day she is told of this. Eventually the story is known as “Jonny tried to shoot me up when I was asleep.” Aha – evidence that he hates women and is scum. Well, regardless how you spin it, he is no saint in this version of events, but, is he what he has been made out to be?
Girlfriend #3. You think the other two girlfriends were “winners,” get a load of this one. She had Jonny’s name tattooed on her BEFORE they even met. Obsessed to the hilt. And,” OMG! He not only notices me, but we are dating.” Her whole identity is wrapped around once dating a D-list rocker (C-list maybe?). All her fulfillment and satisfaction in life is tied to being connected to “him!” And her mom is the same way. They live for him and through him – while having done drugs and drinking right along beside him. In another alcohol and drug induced state, they have one of their many fights and she locks herself in her room. He knocks the door down. Yeah, sounds pretty violent, but the aggressiveness stops there. She is never touched. Aha, evidenced that he is dangerous and threatens her. Of course, his dumb-ass tweets threatening to burn her house down don’t help. No defense there. Again, he is no saint, but, is he what she portrays him to be? And she doesn’t stop there.
Totally obsessed…she stalks him. Rarely a day goes by that she doesn’t tweet something about him. Old pictures of them (Girlfriend #2 likes to do this too). Throwing out names like rapist and narcissist and saying he is obviously high. Her favorite is to point out his pupils…aha, look, they are small here, or too large there. Oh look, he isn’t clean shaven to cover scabs…or, aha, he is clean shaven meaning he is high. Or, hey, he is wearing hat to cover scabs, or his hair is covering this or that. You can’t DISPROVE things that you can’t see, so she sounds credible to people foolish enough to fall for it (admittedly, I once did). “Hey, there’s this vase floating in the air over there. Prove to me it doesn’t exist.” It isn’t for Jonny to respond or have to prove anything. And the funny thing is (although not really funny) if you pay attention, he looks ten times healthier in all his recent photos, but let’s not have facts get in the way of the rumor mill.
The burden of proof is on her, and she has none except perhaps an obsessive, psychopathic compulsion to remain attached to him in any way possible. Her identity is wrapped in having once dated him.
She goes to his concerts, or if she missed the concert, she knows where he likes to hang out afterwards, so she shows up at the bars and harasses any girl that gets close to him. And then Taylor comes along.
For the first time there is a girlfriend with parents who are involved and take interest in doing what they can to help ensure their daughter’s safety. They are concerned about Jonny and given his history, who can blame them? Girlfriend #3 feeds them with a mix of truth, half-truths, and full out lies. She fakes DM messages between her and Taylor, taking advantage of the fact they asked her to talk to Taylor. Girlfriend #2 goes so far as to fake other accounts to make it appear like she is someone in the band, feeding her parents “real time” information as to what Jonny and Taylor are doing. Girlfriend # goes so far as to solicit a friend of her’s to help feed fake stories. It just so happens, her friend is a friend of an ex-boyfriend of Taylor’s. He is brought into the ruse to tell Taylor’s parents and the Twitter-verse that Taylor is confiding in him and saying the same things that she is supposedly telling Girlfriend #3. Who would imagine this ex-boyfriend, in another state, has any connection with Girlfriend #3. Two, unconnected people saying the exact same thing? It must be true! Who else other than a mean spirted, spiteful, angry, jealous, fill in the blank person could have orchestrated this?
Well, out of guilt, he later comes clean as to being sucked into the ruse of girlfriend #3 at the behest of his friend who knows girlfriend #3. Unfortunately, it comes too late and her parents have already taken many steps based on the “credibility” of so many “separate accounts” of what is going on. In this case, it wasn’t just idle false gossip -but real harm was done to real loving relationships.
Girlfriend #2 and #3 and their army of fake accounts harass not only Jonny, but also Taylor, bandmates, and anyone on “Jonny’s side.” Girlfriend #2 and #3 work hard to get venues to drop their band – again, causing REAL damage to someone’s livelihood. All in an effort to keep their narrative alive. They so identify their lives with Jonnny that they will do anything and everything – every day – to stay connected in whatever twisted way they can. It lends credibility to their own stories. And that’s the thing. They are just stories. Perhaps no more credible than the one I’ve told. Maybe? Maybe not?
Now, Jonny meets Taylor via Twitter. Yes, Taylor is intrigued. She listened to his music when she was 13 or so. So yeah, there is this infatuation that she is now chatting with this guy. It’s easy to question someone’s motivations for wanting to connect with someone, but whatever those initial motivations are, they truly do connect. And thus, Jonny has girlfriend #4.
Girlfriend #4 doesn’t do drugs, doesn’t drink (yet), and has parents who are amazingly actually married to each other and love and support her. Neither parent is an addict. And, Taylor is financially self-sufficient and in her own way is as “famous” as he is. What? “She doesn’t need me to vicariously live out a rock star fantasy? And what? She makes way more money than I do so isn’t hoping for some payday at some point?” Even further, “And she isn’t thinking I can be a hook up with a drug dealer?”
Jonny has been clean from the “hard” stuff like heroin, cock, perk, etc., for many months when he met Taylor. But still was heavily drinking and smoking pot. He finally sees that the support and love from Taylor that he needs to kick this. He stops drinking. Within a few weeks his swollen, pasty, yellowish inflamed body (just look up what kidney and liver damage can do to you), returns to some level of normalcy. And he has new teeth! He is starting to look as good as he now feels. And even Taylor’s parents are seeing that yet this guy, with a jaded past, has value. He still is no saint, but, he certainly isn’t the worthless scum the ex’s have portrayed. Maye, just maybe, he is realizing he can use his creativity and talent to be a light for someone else’s darkness, instead of just adding more darkness.
And Taylor? One narrative is she is an animal hoarder who can’t take care of her animals. Have you seen the equipment she has? Taylor has a penchant for taking home the runts of the litter. Sick and injured? No problem, she feels she will give them a fighting chance as she has the means (knowledge, love, and money) to recuperate them. Most of the time she is successful, but sometimes, well, sometimes the animals die. That’s a risk when you gravitate towards the sick ones. And, even when they aren’t sick to begin with, keep in mind the average life expectancy of some of her animals is only a few years. With the number of animals she has, there will be some deaths every year. And she has two assistants that she can call upon if she is out of town or otherwise not feeling well (yes, she has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, look it up to see what that entails). Of course, there is always some “expert” out there. Some “freshwater enthusiast” who will say that one particular breed of fish doesn’t belong with another or otherwise dispute something in order to get attention.
In conclusion - Again, I am not saying Jonny is some saint. And I throw up a little bit in my mouth to even utter the word “victim” to describe him – but, consider my narrative. While he may be an addict, may have been a shitty boyfriend to his previous girlfriends (who were also shitty girlfriends as well), and has done things to fuel his addiction that he is not proud of (Mac book to name one)…. well, that sure makes it easier to imagine him as some monster in this MeToo movement…. But, what if the monster is Girlfriend #1, or #3? Don’t take my word for it. This forums are full of sleuths who love scouring the twitter-sphere or other sites and use various tools to uncover evidence that supports their own narrative of things. It’s time to consider an alternative narrative to what is out there. What you find just may surprise you.
saw this on /meta/ not sure if it qualifies
My name is Steve, and I hate every single one of you. All of you are fat, retarded women who spend every second of their day talking about dumbass shit. Why not do something better with your life, like sucking my cock? I got an 8-inch cock that's FAT. Nice 'n fat and I got it in my hand right now and it's…gettin' hard. I'll pig fuck you. You better beg for it! I want a good cocksucker that sucks the cum right out of the cock. Balls rubbin' against your chin. I'm gonna cum in your mouth so much, you'll be shittin' cum. And before I cum, I'm gonna squeeze ya nose, and you're gonna take it all. Don't be a stranger. Just hit me with your best shot. I'm pretty much perfect. I was captain of the football team, and starter on my basketball team. What sports do you play, other than bitchin' here on this shitty message board all day? I mean, I guess it's fun making fun of people because of your own insecurities, but you all take to a whole new level. This is even worse than fingering yourself to Twilight. So if you wanna get laid and feel like a woman for once in your life, hit me up. (No fatties or ugly chicks, which pretty much rules everyone out here I guess!) I got washboard abs, chiseled features, 6"2, black hair and piercing blue eyes. I can fuck the shit out of you at a moments notice and within ten minutes ready to go again after I cum. You'd be wet instantaneously the moment you see me. I turn lesbians straight, I can eat a peach for hours. I teach lesbians how to eat pussy. So come at me you tards.
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There are people trapped (and molested, raped, tortured and killed) at the secret Illuminati cloning centers! The cloning centers are located in Deep Underground Military Bases. For example, Area 51 (Lincoln County, Nevada), Dulce Base (Dulce, New Mexico) and Montauk Base (Montauk, New York). Most of these bases have a cloning floor and that cloning floor IS a cloning center. Some cloning centers are above ground though. There’s an above ground cloning center somewhere in western Canada, which Queen Elizabeth owns. She knows where the cloning center in Canada is and so does the former Prime Minister of Canada, Stephen Harper. Queen Elizabeth, Vladimir Putin and high-up Chinese people pretty much RUN the cloning centers. In addition, Kevin Sullivan (ex-pro wrestler) is a rich, satanic cloner with a lot of pull with the Illuminati.
The Illuminati or New World Order (NWO) have technology that allows them to be able to transfer one’s consciousness (or soul) to a Mark 2 REM-driven duplication clone body at the cloning centers (in this dimension) during REM-phase of sleep. They can also transfer one’s consciousness to a Mark 3 duplication clone body at the cloning centers (in this dimension) while one is in a meditative state (no REM required).
All they need is a blood, tissue or possibly even a DNA sample to make a Mark 2 REM-driven duplication clone of you and they “come out" the same age as when your sample was taken. It takes them around five months or less and it only costs around $30 (for test tubes/maintenance).
They can kill anyone remotely from the cloning centers, if they have a clone of you. They can do this (kill your real body) by either applying a constant electrical current to your clone or by torturing your clone. Your real body will die from a heart attack or an aneurysm, the same day or the next day.
They are victimizing people all around the world while they’re asleep. Some people don’t recall anything that takes place and some people think the experience is a dream or a nightmare. Additionally, they’re deceiving people by making them believe that their experience was a Lucid Dream (or just a regular dream or a nightmare) or Astral Projection (or an OBE aka an Out-Of-Body-Experience). They tell people different things (e.g. that they're in the Astral plane, 4th dimension, 5th dimension, etc.), it depends on the person and what they are more likely to believe. Lucid Dreaming and Astral Projection both take place at the cloning centers (in this dimension). They use clones, MK Ultra and drugs to manipulate and deceive you. You’re not having a Lucid Dream and you’re not in another dimension or in the Astral plane “in” your Astral body. You’re a clone at the cloning centers in THIS dimension, most likely in a MK Ultra scenario.
The clones at the cloning centers have a microchip called Mindvoice (also known as Artificial Telepathy or MK Audio Effects) implanted in their head, so they can use MK Ultra (visual and audio effects) on you and to control you. With the use of this chip, they can make anyone see or hear anything. You can even feel and see yourself floating, flying, shooting fireballs, etc. but it’s all an illusion known as MK Ultra visualizations, that only you can see (the people in control know what you’re seeing though and other people that they’re using MK Ultra on, may be able to see as well). They put people in what’s called a MK Ultra scenario, which is basically a controlled experience (at the cloning centers) using MK Ultra (visual and audio effects) and drugs. For example, someone flying around fighting monsters, they’re in a MK Ultra scenario. They do this (MK Ultra scenarios) for entertainment (e.g. sit back and laugh at the person because they look-like an idiot running around doing whatever), to test them (i.e. to see what one does or how they react in certain situations) and to influence the person (real body) in real life (e.g. make them feel a certain way about someone or whatever, like increasing the likelihood of a girl wanting to go out with someone). Lets say that there’s this old man that wants to have sex with this pretty girl at the cloning centers… they can put a MK Ultra visual effect of some celebrity face (that she would most likely be attracted to) over this ugly old man’s face, so that she’d be willing to have sex with him. They use drugs in addition to MK Ultra to help with the manipulation. One may be pre-drugged prior to clone activation (transfer of one’s consciousness to a clone) and/or drugged during the experience.
One may even find themselves in the same area or room where their real body was sleeping or meditating at. This is not a dream or a lucid dream and you didn’t project or go out-of-body, you are simply seeing MK Ultra visuals (or illusions) at the cloning centers as a clone. You’re in a MK Ultra scenario.
When one "sells their soul", it means that they agreed for the Illuminati to use a clone of them at the cloning centers for sex (or whatever) while they're asleep in exchange for fame and fortune. In addition, some have “sold out” and joined the Illuminati (even YouTubers and Twitch streamers) to receive benefits at the cloning centers (e.g. being able to have sex with celebrities as clones) and/or benefits in real life (e.g. money and fame).
Vril type 1 lizards (terrestrial aliens) are parasitic, carnivorous and malevolent. They’re about one to two feet tall. Their head resembles the body of a king crab and their body is covered in red diamond-shaped scales. They dwell underground. They’re dumb (and are able to talk) but smarter when they turn a human into a host (drone). They have a proboscis (called the Quill), which is located on the top of their head. The proboscis (which looks-like a chocolate chip) contains everything that the lizard is (its consciousness). Their lizard body is dead once the proboscis leaves its body. They can only do this once in their lifetime and if they fail (turning a human into a host), they die. The human that is about to be bodysnatched is either unconscious or restrained. The proboscis enters the human’s eye and spirals around the optic nerve. It then proceeds to go to an area of the brain (driven by taste) that tastes like butterscotch to them. Then, they do a feeling of holding your breath and pushing outwards. Finally, it does what's called “Sweating the Quill” (at the tip of the proboscis), which excretes the parasitic cells that take over the human body. This kills the human and replaces their consciousness with the Vril lizard’s consciousness. The Vril lizard becomes that human (after about a month’s recovery time).
This transition from Vril lizard to human is what’s called "Droning". Once a Vril lizard becomes a human, they are then known as a Drone, Host of Vril or a Parasited Host. A person that has had this happen to them, may be referred to as someone that had been possessed by a demon. This is what demonic possession is. In addition, some hosts of Vril (drones) call themselves “walk-ins”, in which they describe how an alien consciousness or soul took over their body.
The slit-eye videos that you see all over the web are fake. The Illuminati put these out intentionally to mislead everyone into thinking that one can tell who is a “reptilian” (Vril lizard and a host of Vril aka drone) by checking to see, if their eyes turn to slits. This doesn’t occur and they cannot do this. However, the eyes ARE one way to tell… Sometimes, there may be an eye that pops outward (or inward) due to the droning process or it makes the eye stray, so it looks-like the person is cockeyed or walleyed. There is no shape-shifting either. The so-called shape-shifting is the transition from Vril lizard to human. Those that talk about “reptilian shape-shifters” are referring to Vril and people who have been droned.
Drones (Parasited Hosts of Vril) mimic human behavior. They are willing slaves with no compassion and only care about droning other people, torture and sex. They’re murderers. They killed the human to "use" their body and live life as them… as a human.
The Soulstone (also known as a Consciousness Chip or The Soul Catcher) is an apple-seed sized microchip that is capable of holding a flawed recording of one’s consciousness. Once a consciousness is recorded on the chip, it is then implanted in a clone body or a real body (which has less side-effects). If it’s a clone body, they would need to get replacement bodies like every six months to a year (possibly longer). They go to certain military hospitals (like the one near Camp David) to get a new clone. If it’s implanted in a real person’s body and turned on, it bodysnatches (kills) the person and whatever consciousness that was recorded on the chip, would then be in full control of that person’s body. After this is done, that person would then be known as a Chiphead. However, if someone dies and that “dead consciousness” was recorded on the chip and then implanted, they would then be known as a Dead Chiphead (also known as a Reanimated or an Undead Chiphead). They can implant the chip by drilling a hole in a persons head or they can remove one’s eyeball and insert the chip with a rod to a certain depth in the brain (the hyper thalamus region). Then, they simply turn it on and it bodysnatches the person via technology as opposed to a Vril lizard that bodysnatches one parasitically. It messes up the person for like a month or something. They can only sleep, get-up and eat. In addition, they have to have a nurse with them.
Dead Chipheads are: gay or bi-sexual (not that there’s something wrong with that), evil, they’re mentally impaired, they have a “handler”, they’re child molesters and sometimes they want to bite, eat or kill people. This is because the technology to “bring them back” (from the dead) is flawed and cannot be fixed.
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How do you imagine _____'s cock would be like?
I imagine it a bit thicker than average (just a bit though), 18cm, veiny, with freckles (like the ones in his face), big mushroom head, and somewhat veiny
Round balls, not too crazy but good enough to grab
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I went to Florida several months ago. I was quite happily swimming around with the dolphins when she suddenly decided to grab my foot with her genital slit. Dolphins have very muscular vaginal orifices, and can use these muscles to manipulate objects and carry them. I stayed still for a while, to see if she was just playing, but she continued to masturbate against my foot, and in the light of the torch I sometimes carry, I could see that her slit had become very pink and had swelled as well. She was aroused!
So, I started to back-paddle with my hands towards a small beached area, partially submerged in the water. A couple of times she pulled me forward into the deeper water, but eventually I got my self to the shallows. I dislodged my foot (Being careful not to pull too hard), and took her gently by a pectoral fin and rubbed her belly just to aclimatize her, I guess. She immediately rolled belly up and started doing pelvic thrusts against the palm of my hand. It was unmistakebly erotic, and by now I was fully aroused.
I stripped off my shorts, and gently pulled her into the shallows until she was lying on her side, her belly facing towards me, half submerged in the water. I nestled myself belly to belly against her, and pressed my member against her genital slit. She immediately arched her body against mine, and took me inside her body, initiating a quick series of muscular contractions with her vaginal muscles. I wrapped my left arm around her body and just held her close while she manipulated me inside her body, until I climaxed barely 2 minutes later. Surprisingly, her body also shuddered against mine, and we spent the next 5 or so minutes just lying together in the shallows, holding each other, enjoying our company and revelling in the fact that we had shared something special together, something very few people can claim to have done.
I do not brag about this though. It is not something you can brag about, since it not only is demeaning to the act, but it destroys the purpose of the act as well; to express affection, and trust. I only consent to those dolphins who ask. As a result, I have mated only three times. Each time was memorable and special, because each time it was something we both wanted to share with each other. Sex, for me, is just another, albeit powerful, expression of affection and trust. I wouldn't engage any other animal, though; it is not my attraction. But there is little I wouldn't do for a dolphin.
Ed Sheeran's Toes were very important parts of his body. He would speak out about his toes, often, before concerts, saying "hey guys, welcome to my concert! My little toes are wriggling in excitement!" He would frequently post images to social media of his toes, often with captions such as "They're wiggling! Hnngh!" and "OOwaaaaaa Me Toesies ><"
His toes suffered a massive loss, of their lives. In 2015, through unknown means and for unknown reasons, all 13 of his toes, one day, disappeared. Only Ed Sheeran knows, however his ex spouse has come out and said "ya i stole his toes lol". They broke up after that unfortunate event. The same ex spouse was later known for the flesh stealing incident of 2017, and there are multiple warrants for their arrest.
Ed Sheeran Sucks Toes
He Sucks Em
He Sucks Toes
He Sucks Toes
Ed Sheeran Sucks Toes Because He Misses What He Once Had
Toes by the baker's dozen
Toes by the Pound
Toes Toes Toes
Ed Sheeran Sucked Komaeda's Toes
Ed Sheeran Will Suck Anyone's Toes
His Body Flexes
His Toes A-Wrigglin'
If Only He Had Them
Ed Sheeran, being very close to his toes, had actually named all 13 of them. Their names were, as follows:
1. hoogogougughuhugh Flesh Eater
2. Reaper Of The Darkness And Of The Souls Condemned To Hell
3. The One Who Holds Judgement
4. hot dog
5. Judas Baby
6. Six, Like The Number Of Ed Sheeran's (REDACTED)
7. He Who Watches As The World Is Engulfed In Flame For The Final Time
8. hehe 8
9. awooooWOOWOOOWOoo Pengy
11. Macklemaeda, Son Of The Chosen Ones, Macklemore And Komaeda
12. The Most Powerful Being Who Shall Smite Us All When The Time Comes
13. number 13 burger king toes the last thing you want in your burger king toes is no toes
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She walked quickly through the front door.
Hair was up, jean jacket, eyes glued to the floor.
I thought "oh god, mo here we go again"
And now this shift doesn't seem so boring anymoe
Her hair was a cluster of cute little curls
She does her winged eyeliner like the a Japanese girls
She walked up to the bar, gave me a smile
She makes me so nervous I'm afraid that I might hurl.
OH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
MY HEART'S POUNDING EVERY NIGHT TO THIS BEAT
OH JUST FOR TWO SECONDS, WON'T YOU PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE?
I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME
OHHHH LUCY LUCY LUCY!!!
She came over to watch anime
She got to two drinks in cause she prefers IPAs
She brought me over bottles of chili jane
We sat alone in the night just smokin' (synthy methody)
Her eyes were endless pools of sheer beauty
I gotta take a step back before I get in too deep.
We walked half a mile own Oriel Street
And she said "dude, what makes you think you're good for me?"
OH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
MY HEART'S POUNDING EVERY NIGHT TO THIS BEAT
OH JUST FOR TWO SECONDS, WON'T YOU PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE?
I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME
OHHHH LUCY LUCY LUCY!!!
OH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME
MY HEART'S POUNDING EVERY NIGHT TO THIS BEAT
OH JUST FOR TWO SECONDS, WON'T YOU PUT YOUR HAND IN MINE?
I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME
OHHHH LUCY LUCY LUCY!!!
LUCY WE JUST TOOK THIS WAY TOO FAST
YOU KNOW THAT SOME GOOD THINGS IN LIFE JUST AREN'T MEANT TO LAST
WE'LL GO OUT SEPARATE WAYS, IT MAY HURT IN TIME
I THINK WE'LL BE JUST FINE
OHHH LUCY LUCY LUCY!!!!!!!
LUCY WE JUST TOOK THIS WAY TOO FAST
YOU KNOW THAT SOME GOOD THINGS LIFE JUST AREN'T MEANT TO LAST
WE'LL GO OUR SEPARATE WAYS, IT MAY HURT IN TIME
I THINK WE'LL BE JUST FINE
OHHHHHHH LUCY LUCY LUCYYYYT was hoping to summon you kek ily tho
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>>732015>>732017>She brought me over bottles of chili jane
It's actually Cherry Jane, btw. Pic relatedily2 I never thought this song would actually bring me joy:''')
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i'm sorry your friends write up says chili I thought it was some form of weed or something because I'm not a smoker LOL take that spanks she's LC's gf now
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a fellow anon here has made Lolcow's official gay love story and i am proud to share it:
PART I: THE BASED
I walked in on construction workers my parents hired to build an extension to their house sucking eachothers dicks right there in the new room. They didnt see me though, so i hid around the corner and listened to them first. It was pretty retarded what they were saying.
>What've you done, what do you call this?
>I cut a hole for an electrical box
>So! Havent you ever seen an electrical box, its rectangular
>What, this wont work?
>The only thing that this is going to work for is a glory hole
>A glory hole? whats that?
>Where the hell did Jack find you anyway?
>Santa Monica Boulevard.
>Figures. Well you just go place your face up to that opening, and ill show you what a gloryhole is used for
>Oh, glory hole.. we had these at the sex shop on the boulevard
>Well then, pretend youre on the Boulevard, and get hungry on my cawk
>THAT i know how to do
and then he sucked his dick on the construction site. It was pretty hot to watch, ngl
PART 2: THE FORBIDDEN
No, its all true, infact the next day i was anticipating seeing more stuff so i spied on them a little and
in my backyard during their breaktime, three of them were throwing coins at eachothers coin piles? It was kinda
like they they were throwing dice but it looked stupid. And the conversation was even dumber
>Yeah, pay up buddy
he seemed to searched his pockets, but he had nothing
>shit, wheres the rest of my money
>Youre not going to pull that are ya?
>Im serious, how much money did i lose to you guys?
>Youre a shitty actor, now cough up the dough
>Yeah, unless you want to take it out in trade
>Well lets wait for Stan, he'll lend me the money
>He's inside talking to the guy who owns the house
>When he comes back out, i'll pay you what i owe you
>Bullshit! Youre going to get good on your bet, right now.
then one of the guys pushes him down into a kneeling position
>c'mon guys, whatre you doing!?
>youre gonna pay up your 20 dollar debt right now
>I dont have it right now, you know im good for it
>yeah? well you better be good AT it buddy. Go on, clear your debt.
>yeah c'mon, give me my $20 worth
>What if the homeowner comes out?
>Then stick it in his mouth too (?)
>Get busy on it man, its better than giving him $20.
and AGAIN, he sucked the guys dick but this time they had a third person watching from behind. It was the weirdest
PART 3: THE ANORECTAL VIOLENCE
alright, it happened in MY bedroom this one, the same construction company outsourced some electricians to install a ceiling fan. It was two guys this time, my parents invited them in just as i hung up with my boyfriend Blake who was in Chicago at the time.
>I thought you guys would never get here
>Sorry we were late, we had trouble finding the place
as they were coming in, i realised they had no shirts on, just wearing jeans with some electrical cabling over their shoulders.
>I gotta run downtown, the room is upstairs, the bedroom. If you finish before i get back, just lock up
So after my parents left, i thought id listen in again, no way would they do it a third time. They were acting really suss
>Hold up, lets check out this place
>This guy must be fuckin loaded, fuck yeah
He then jumped onto my bed, i could hear it creaking from the hallway. They WERENT being subtle
>This bed was made for a king
>Looks like it, huh?
>WHATRE you doing? Get off me!
>Not until you shove that BIG dick up my ass
>Why are you always talking about my dick?
>Because im a horny motherfucker that thinks about sex all the time
>Well why dont your just start by suckin on my big dick
>And you'd think id have a problem with that?
They then started fucking really fucking loud, but that wasnt even the worst part. The guy sounded like a warthog finding a truffle. Sweating into my bedsheeds.
But as i was listening, my phone started ringing, and i tried turning it off, but i accidentally answered it. It was my boyfriend and what he heard was the sound of heat and sweaty men. He was super quiet after that incident, he wouldnt believe me either. It was so embarrasing
Arin, I'm not trying to get you in trouble, I'm trying to communicate something to you. I'm also trying to help you at the same time, as help, all of your fans… um… I grew up in 718, i grew up in the 414. you don't understand what black is. Black isn't all fucking "oh I'm super cool", its generally….. Dis-disadvantaged. Its generally a lifetime of trauma because of stupid people like you. Its generally the government not fucking taking care of you. You know what poverty is? It's, "oh fuck I'm nine years old with AIDS." Its "oh fuck my mom's a crackhead." Its "I'm twelve years old with three kids." Its horrible horrible horrible things. It's abuse, it's substance abuse, it's needs not being met, It's disease… it's addiction. These are issues that affect quality of life for so many individuals. I'm sorry, I'm literally on the verge of tears. I am very very passionate about quality of life even if you're poor because- especially if you're poor- because that's all that matters is you being happy, your needs being met, being safe being healthy… and like… some places the government actively tries to take advantage of its citizens. They will suppress their rights and y'know like deny them treatment, deny them services- theres so much horrible real life stuff that needs to get addressed, and you have such a big audience and you're on the right track but please please just… Grow. I don't know how to get through to you, but please try to…. Meditate. remeber how I used to talk about meditation? Try to actually like wake up at 6 o'clock in the morning, smoke a bowl of weed, sit outside with your mask on… And just like think about things. Let yourself feel your heart like let yourself feel your soul… Think about what you want to do. Like money…. Money isn't the only thing that matters. Like pls actually Just… Just do some real good. I wanna see you be really really really successful and that's the thing is you'd actually be way more successful if you started taking care of people.
Oh here comes Mrs. So-Sexy-And-Desirable-By-Many, making a post directed at Armin Arlert (アルミン・アルレルト), who is the 15th and current commander of the Survey Corps, and one of the two deuteragonists of the series. Shut the fuck up. You're probably all fat and ugly in real life with crippling depression that won't save you anymore so that's why you're here on Lolcow, sperging over a fictional character while acting like you're morally superior than him in the first place. Have you taken a look at yourself? Ugly and stinking the whole place up. You probably cackled to yourself while shitting that paragraph up, thinking it's the funniest thing ever and will find a place on that funny Lolcow posts thread. Guess what, you're fucking embarrassing. Armin is literally the 104th Commander of the Survey corps, an excellent soldier, a man capable of understanding empathy and respect towards everyone, a specimen who will save humanity, a god who is sexy like no other and has a bunch of sexy women on his excessive shaft too.. and you? A random nobody who needs to add more lines to her already scarred wrist. Kill yourself and make your parents happy once. Worthless piece of shit. No wonder you're sperging a like that to begin with. Nothing in your life probably makes you happy anymore - and you don't make anyone in your life happy either - so you have to take your disgusting, bitter hatred out on making comments like that directed to THE man himself.
>I promise you will never be uglier than this vaguely man-like creature.
Wow, haha. Total own. Epic. Go kill yourself, retard.
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ITT: third-person videogames featuring female protagonists are inherently harder for us gamers, and that's unfair.
First, I would like to start by saying I don't have a problem with women in videogames because they're a chance to empower feminism and I'm a really nice guy hahaha.
However, as I have been playing through Tomb Raider™, I have noticed that I experience several difficulties during my gameplay experience, and upon some critical thinking and analyzing, I've come to realize it is because of Lara Croft™ (the protagonist of the game Tomb Raider™). Namely, I seem to often always die most of the times sometimes because my eyes unwillingly fix themselves on her butt (don't worry though, I'm not like other guys) at the most inconvenient of times. In fact, sometimes I forget to play the game altogether, and I spent about two hours in the tutorial due to this problem.
The solution? Quite easy. Women CAN be protagonists in videogames, however, they should only be first-person games to avoid such problems from happening. What do you think, fellow gamers?(emoji)
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Anyone else find this scene really hot? When this alien farts at Jar Jar?
The alien just looks so feminine and sexy, and the way it turns to him to flaunt it. Like it's inviting him to get closer for the next one.
I first watched this movie when I was very young and I have masturbated to this scene so many times.
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this thread is gold
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I wand adam driver to adam drive his dick directly into my coochie and ejaculate big ammounts of big nosed sexy man semen and then I'll look at his adam driver eyes and say "thanks adam driver for breeding my warm tigtht pussy" and he'll say "aaayy you're welcomed anytime" then we driver kiss and driver make out and then maybe I can suck his driver cock full of our juices while tending to his big kylo ren balls
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>this unironic tumblr bio i just found
Your local gringo hater ❤
👉Compilation of trash human beings, me hating on everyone, vents and personal interest bs👈
I'm an angry bastard, I warned you already.
Don't like what you see? Unfollow me and block me, I ain't your goddamn babysitter to police my content/opinions/tastes for you.
Yes, I'm one one your "pwecious minorities uwu" you have NO right to use me as a diversity quota, speak over me or tell me to kill myself because I'm a minority that just doesn't like to be coddled, don't worry for it!
I would probably anger the living fuck out of you, if I have not done it yet, just wait for it, your turn will eventually come, soon or later.
········Future Professional speed bump and chef········
Cynical, dead inside, opinionated af, 70% of the shit that comes from my mouth isn't nice, eternally tired of humanity's bullshit, brash, former artist, pretty slow, blunt, misanthrope, sensitive but with low empathy, problematic af (as this hellsite would say), extremely bitter, a mess, eternally screaming on the inside mood since ya know…peace was never an option and kinda self destructive.
Usually spiteful but too lazy to engage in that shite 24/7. Certified PhD. in being salty. ❤❤Hater of modern pop culture media❤❤
I usually don't say things for the sake of offending, but if you get offended for something that wasn't meant to be offensive, its your problem, offense is taken not given. Most importantly: Ur a dummy😊
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Some of you just need to accept that the farm has more than one Komaeda kin roaming its pastures. I'm not discharge-chan. She's weird and annoying, a coward who deletes her replies because she needs attention but gets overwhelmed by her own bad taste. I also carry a lot of shame but at least I don't post anything I'd need to dirty delete. I'm the superior Komaeda and I don't appreciate being lumped in with her ilk. She's unworthy of any association with Nagito whatsoever, who is creepy and disgusting yes, but way cooler and more interesting than she could ever attempt to be. I hope her discharge tastes bad. And I hope the anons who have confused me for her can forgive themselves because it's an honest mistake… But if they do it again? No mercy.(avatarfaggot)
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The South Asian racist is back, kek. I never thought of it this way, but with how hard you’re caping for gay men, and all your aggression both now and over the past week, I feel like you might be one yourself.
Imagine. A gay South Asian scrote seething about black women every day, probably because he can’t skinwalk them. No one liked his Donna Summer look at the local gay bar on drag night. He doesn’t know why he even goes there anymore, he already knows all the white gays have “no curry” in their Grindr bios. His down-low black boyfriend, Diquarius, dumped him a month ago to get back with his ex, and he’s been raging at black women ever since.
He has an account on Lipstick Alley, where he almost exclusively gets into racial arguments, shits on black celebrities, and stans Jameela Jamil. He comes here to post even more racebait, and whenever he gets even a sniff of a non-black POC anon, he tries to glom onto them and involve them in his vendetta against black women.
Diquarius long since left his hole in shambles, and he can’t afford surgery to repair it. He hopes to one day become a mod on either LSA or LC so he can ban every black bitch he sees. He’s playing with the idea of transitioning. His parents are disappointed in him.
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I can confidently say I’m a knockout. I’m a gorgeous woman. That’s not me being egotistical, narcissistic. It’s just a fact. I’m a knockout. I have great genes. A part of being a knockout, I have confidence and je ne sais quoi, that is unmistakably in my pheromones, and my chemistry, and the way I walk, in my attitude, unmistakable. I am divine feminine energy. And a part of that does not match with the conventional beauty, sometimes, of what sensuality, or society has inferred.
I find one of the most tantalizing and exciting things I’ve ever observed about myself was that, I can drive men crazy and drive people crazy. That I have this air about me that exudes such sexuality, my small breast, and my little frame, and my sweet, little girl voice. It exudes something in people that is extremely passionate and tantalizing. I’ve always just been so into that, and intrigued by that, and have learned how to develop my sensuality as a woman by that. And I glorify it. I think it’s so funny. I swear to God, all your men fantasize about me and probably wonder what it’s like to be with someone who is as small as I am.
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YOU CAN GO FUCK RIGHT OFF IF YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY. I GENUINELY DONT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU FUCKERS THINK THIS SHIT IS FUNNY. CORPSE IS SUICIDAL AND YOU'RE ALL MAKING IT WORSE. GERD IS WHAT CAUSED HIS VOICE TO BE SO DEEP, BUT NOT FULLY BECAUSE IT WAS ALWAYS DEEP. IT JUST ADDED RASP. HE REALLY HAS THORACIC OUTLET SYNDROME WHICH HAS GOTTEN WORSE. HES NOT FUCKING FAT. ITS HIS FUCKING MUSCLE. HE HAS NEVER BEEN FAT AND HE NEVER WILL BE. ITS HIS MUSCLE. HE DOESN'T WORK OUT ANYMORE BUT HE STILL HAS MUSCLE. IM NOT FAT. TAKE THIS SHIT DOWN.
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Illuminati symbolism is all over the image.
We have six whiskers. The two eyes and nose ovals indicate we are to count this thrice. 6 6 6.
The Illuminati traces itself back to the black magic cults of ancient Egypt. These cults believe the cat was not only sacred but a spiritual familiar and source of all their occult power.
An anagram for Hello Kitty is “They To Kill”. The Illuminati have assumed the princely power of life and death. Their very mission statement is in the name of this beast.
In ancient times pink was associated with the dawn. The dawn star is known as Lucifer.
Where is the mouth? The symbol reminds all to be silent.
Cats are really creepy.
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I just need to gush, this week has been excellent and I’m both proud of myself and grateful for the time and place in my life I’m living through right now. Today I responded to a dilemma I’ve been avoiding facing in a way that showed my growth and maturity, and this week when fate (if you believe in such a concept) was tempting me to be cruel to myself or compromise my morals to please both people I want to, I held my ground and politely navigated my way through the interaction without myself or anyone getting their feelings hurt or misunderstood. The metaphorical icing on my really great week-cake is that my gf and I talked about gender for the first time in a long time and found we have more in common than we thought in the sense that we both were afraid to bring it up to the other and relieved to find we had so much common ground, plus I love hearing her talk her voice is so soothing and she’s so intelligent so it was a really good interaction. Earlier today before talking to her I was lurking terf-tok on another really smart woman’s profile and just watched tra’s have meltdowns for tdov, she’s so clever it makes me feel dumb in the best way, like in a way where I learn something. I’m excited to feel like I can talk to people with more ease than previously, and learn from more women. Pls no bully or ban for talking about dumb gendercrit stuff I just feel like the last few days things have been getting better for the first time in years and I’ve been gentler and more open with myself, thank you to anyone who reads this.
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angry tranny angry tranny angry tranny GRRRRR ANGRY
Thanks anon, I’ve been told I’m sweet before and I like to think I am, I go out of my way to be gentle with others. I’m glad to have provided a bit of good humor for >>775203
regardless. Jarring to see my post from the “positivity” thread less than a week ago ITT though, ngl. Slow week for your usual cows? Happy to help I guess.
If you’re under 25 years old — or an immature 30-plus — I’m about to set your ass straight. So, listen up. Your music is fucking garbage. There, I said it. Mindless crap. Eardrum-bursting, dagger-in-the-eyes, ass-bagging, blow your fucking brains out — unadulterated dog shit. That pretty much sums up the type of music that’s popular with today’s young people. Listen, you stupid sons of bitches. I’m talking at you. I’m your elder. My opinion demands respect. Your music hasn’t got life. It’s fucking dead. Your music is void of humanity. It’s as fake as a porn queen’s orgasm. There’s no soul. It’s tripe. It’s a carp in the sea of music. The stuff you listen to was created by fucking machines. Today’s “artists” — there’s an oxymoron — don’t even need to know how to play musical instruments or sing. In other words, no fucking talent whatsoever is needed to succeed today in music. You heard me. No. Talent. Whatsoever. And, I’m fucking sick of it because the current generation is taking the gold we gave you and dragging it into a sewer. Listen up, you little pricks. I’m not stuck in some kind of classic rock time warp. Fact is, I expose myself to many different kinds of music. I give all music a chance. Even the techno-trash littering the modern music scene is something I’ve tried to digest, which I found to be like choking down a plate of raw oysters laced with salmonella. It would be nice to enjoy fresh musical acts. I want to hear new songs. I like some young people, especially when they get my order right. But real music is written and performed by humans, not a fucking computer program linked up to a laser show. Fact: The more fancy gadgets and distractions you need, the most your music just flat out sucks. Music should convey some sense of humanity — who we are, and what we feel. I know that’s a hard concept to digest since your idea of a relationship is picking up a new Twitter follower. Where’s the love and romance in the mind-numbing rubbish that’s played at most nightclubs? Is there any conveyance pain and loss? Or pride and joy? How about playing a catchy tune that’s just fun to sing along with? Is that too much to fucking ask? I don’t expect to like everything that’s new. As an amateur observer of the human condition, I freely acknowledge that successive generations are obliged to a continuation of the species which sometimes entails pushing boundaries and violating the preferences of their elders. History shows the more radically different one generation is from one to the next, the greater degree of innovations are sparked from such permutations. Music is just one by-product of inevitable cultural and technological shifts, sometimes mislabeled as advances. Yes, yes, yes! New music should piss off plenty of parents and leathery jokers like me. At least I’ll accept “cultural evolution” as being inevitable, and necessary. If you don’t believe this, take a look at the past century. Nearly a hundred years ago, traditional musicians hated a new sound called jazz. Later, jazz loyalists despised rock n’ roll and even the early sound of Motown. After that, the rockers hated disco music. Then, just about everyone hated New Wave and the 1980’s. Next came rap music which irritated everyone over the age of 30. Now, it’s hip hop and something called dubstep, which is essentially music made by computers and sound-making software. This garbage makes rap sound like fucking Amadeus. There’s a reason this “music” is used as a weapon on suspected terrorists, forcing them to wear earphones and being bombarded with such abuse for hours. I’m not making this up. This is the brain-frying shit they put on the headphones and strap to the ears of prisoners who are handcuffed behind their backs and sit naked in jail cells while they are forced to endure this madness. I’d rather blow my fucking brains out, and if I ever did managed to get out, I’d be running off to join the nearest terrorist cell in order to extract my revenge. I know what you’re thinking. You want to go after my music. You want to blast away at me. Go ahead, fuckers. See if you can top what I like at the conclusion of this article. You’re drawing so fucking dead you should even be in my game. So, what constitutes real music? Here’s a list of things I believe to be essential. REAL MUSIC DEFINED BY NOLAN DALLA: (1) Real music is created by humans, not by a machine or a computer. (2) Real music has structure and consistency. (3) Real music elicits real emotions — of love, loss, anger, fear, happiness, hope, inspiration, or anything related to the gambit of being human. (4) Real music requires talent. (5) Real music requires instruments and/or voices. (6) Real music should be cross generational. (7) Real music shouldn’t need gadgets or special effects to be enjoyed. When one of those fucking machines creates a sound that can somehow match this magical majesty, then give me a call. Until then, don’t label what you listen to as “music.” It’s not music. It’s garbage.
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Some schitzochan was shitting up the banner thread, accusing Adam driver fags of being scrotes, trannies and cp posters. When people rightfully told them they where schitzo they responded with this.
I was the original person tinfoiling. That angry tranny response actually wasn't me but it's fine, it's anonymous here so who the fuck would believe me.
I actually stopped checking that thread because clearly my opinion wasn't flying and I'm not going to just keep arguing
Imagine being born early may.
Based on established criteria, that makes you a taurus.
So you know it, everybody knows it, you’re a taurus, and everybody around you hold you up to taurus standards.
When there is a joke of some sort at work, it’s like “yeah but you’re a taurus so…”. And you want to laugh, but somehow it gets stuck in your throat.
Because for so long, you read the astrology books and magazines describing the signs, how the people of each sign were like, with big words and general traits.
And… you don’t fit well. It’s not like there are a couple that are not exactly you, it was like that at first, but at some point it become most of them were far from who you are.
So you feel awful. You feel guilty. Because, even if you were born in may, born as a taurus, frankly you suck at being a taurus. Sometimes you even feel your existence brings shame to all of the taurus. Because, as much as you try, you’re just bad at being a taurus.
So you try to change yourself. To read the books and focus on the traits and make them your motto, what you want to lean toward.
But you fail, and it makes you feel miserable.
At some point, you got curious, despite what you were told, enough to check what the other signs were like. And at some point you discovered geminis were a bit more like you. Or you were a bit more like them. You understood more their big words and general traits.
Some nights, when you feel really bad, you indulge in the fantasy of “what if I was born a gemini, not a taurus ?”. And that fantasy grows and grows, because it feels so good.
And then you start to doubt. Maybe you’re just a character that were designed to be born a gemini, and not a taurus. That there has been a problem, that you were born too early or too late. That would make sense. After all, you really are more of a gemini, inside.
Slowly, seemlessly in a way, you start to present yourself as a gemini, no longer as a taurus. You don’t expressely lie on your birthday, but… you let people assume you were born a gemini. And quickly you discover you’re a better gemini that you would ever be a taurus. And that makes you happy, that makes you feel valid.
And that feels wonderful, finally.
So when you meet new people, you present yourself as a gemini, and don’t acknowledge in front of them you have been a taurus ever again. And since you have so many traits of gemini, nobody really doubts it.
Sometimes some asshole will bring out your birth certificate and tell you’re a fraud, and you will feel awful. Then you’ll go out again and keep your chin up, because you know you’re a gemini, and that asshole has no right to do that.
You’re a gemini. Some sort of bug in the system made you be born in may but you’re a gemini.
You just know it.
That’s how you feel, when you’re transgender.
I know I am probably going to cop a ban for this absolute sperg but whatever, I miss the old fucking lolcow.farm and hate that this place has basically become a white feminist SJW refugee board.
I am sick of the constant "men are so evil!" posts that are literally in every goddamn thread now, even threads that have zero shit to do with scrotes. When the hell did this place become the Nordfront for feminazis? Like if you hate men so much, why are you constantly talking about them or obsessing over some scrote's dickpics like a thirsty femcel? I don't see how that is any better than the reddit incels you claim to hate so much, you guys all act alike at the end of the day.
And I seriously don't get why this board has allowed snowflake dangerhairs to take over and start bossing the culture. Yeah, maybe the old lolcow was a little too 4chan waifu harem, but it was ridiculously funny too, and people were a lot less assmad about shit that didn't concern them. I've had several libtards chimp out on me for something that I didn't even think would be an issue, because up until recently, no one gave a damn. Sometimes I don't want to write, or read, some pseudo-intellectual metacritic breakdown on a cow. They're cows, it just isn't that serious, and this isn't a hugbox for your triggered feefees. The majority of them deserve to be trolled and laughed at, and I don't get why it's suddenly bad to make fun of these people…isn't that why we're here? To laugh and get good milk?
Like idk anymore, I didn't want to believe this place has changed but I finally had to admit to myself it has. It was fun while it lasted, and I loved being here, but it just isn't the same. Sad.
I just ate some fried chicken. The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm. Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to my table and asked me how the meal was. I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi. He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.
He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood. In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room. As I watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.
The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones.
They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.
I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion. "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"
I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole. With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter. I came just as the horse died. I was delighted. Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer.
normalfag, normalfag, your opinion is the most normie shit online along with all these retards who buy into the npc memes. babby's first existental thought, life is a virus, as if i haven't heard any other moron say this million times before.
everyone can say shit about how life is miserable, how no one consents to be born and all that edgy shit and think they're doing anything revolutionary, but it is the most basic braindead take you can have.
life is not good or bad. life is an experience. life itself is a value. i know i am a loser in most accounts when it comes to viewing if life is valuable or not, i am over 30, no education, no job, never had a long term relationship, since i did lose most of my life to depression and mental illness, all that shit people measure if your life is valuable or not. most people would deem my life worthless, but it isn't since like i said, life is a value itself. anyone who says my life is worthless can go fuck themselves because they are wrong.
it doesn't matter what i have achieved or what i have not, every day i can walk among other people, who are not just some bunch of npcs, but every single one of them is a unique experience that is made of memories, experiencs, heritage, temperament and pure coincidence. and that's what i am. my life is something that will never, ever exist on this planet ever again once i am gone. every time i look at someone i am looking at one of a million phenomenon in this world. i am individual among individuals, we are all connected and how i behave affects others, how others behave affects me. i stare at the same sun millions have stared at and millions are staring at right now and millions will stare at after me. i can see stones, trees, people laughing, weather change, birds, bugs, puke on the sidewalk, all kinds of random bunch of shit because i got the change to experience life. no one this world forces me to stay miserable. no god stepped out of the heavens and pointed a gun at me and said that i must suffer every single day till the rest of my life. i don't. i really, really don't. so i won't. and i will just live and experience the world i got the change to see.
this all sounds like total bullshit, but i am lifepilled and happy about it. and every single one of you miserable fools are children of someones's too, all lovable, all unique, silly assholes who i hope will get over it some day and go and shake hands with a tree or something, go and inspect some birds and eat a donut and just experience.
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apologies in advance
I'm smoking weed and I feel nostalgia. Tw for autism
When I was 11-12 I belonged to a community of The Lion King fans. We were all incredibly autistic, making lion OCs on deviantart and writing fanfiction. At one point I had The Lion King x Naruto fanfic and it was literally one of the most autistic and cringe things I can think of. Also, I pretended to be a boy because I struggled with my attraction to girls and I thought that in order to hit on other girls I had to be a boy (later on I started to "identify" as a boy anyway), and, not gonna lie, I enjoyed the attention girls were giving me; there were only 3 guys among us; one is an openly gay man now, the other I know nothing about except "he" had a cringe japanese name, and the third "guy" was me. I was the most popular and my OC, which I drew myself, was the sexiest (btw the quality of our art was quite good, sure, we were no OmegaLioness or DolphyDolphiana, but for a bunch of 11-14 year olds drawing in MS Paint and PS we were quite good). At my peak I had like 14 different girls crushing on me. There was this girl who was older than me, she was the biggest Stacy in our community; she had the best art, the most popular fanfic and OC, the biggest amount of friends. She "dated" the guy with a cringe japanese name. But then we started exchanging personal messages and she fell for me. At first we were a couple only in rp, but then it turned into an actual internet relationship. I felt like an asshole for lying to her about being a boy irl, but I couldn't help it, I had a crush on her, I wrote her poems, I thought about her every day at school and I couldn't wait to talk to her again. It lasted almost a year. I was retarded enough to have two accounts on the messaging platform we were all using, one for actual me, and one for my male self, and before all that male-larping started, I interacted with community as a girl for a while, and she happened to have my first account on her contact list. So one day I accidentally put a status that was associated with my male OC on my orginal account, and she saw that before I managed to delete it. She then checked my IP and of course she found out both accounts have the same one. So she writes to me and screams what the fuck. I start to panic and I tell her I have a sister who's also roleplaying and we use the same pc and I just opened her account by accident. And she fucking bought it. So it went on for a few next months. We started to get into Pirrates of the Carribean fandom. She wanted to rp and of course I wanted to be her bf there too but she decided she doesn't want to have a human OC and she made a fucking gryphon OC, which didn't even fit the universe imo, but whatever (she still wanted her character to be in love with my human character to make it "tragic"). She also wanted me to have a human love interest. We couldn't really find anyone fitting for the role so I ended up roleplying with myself (that is, my fake male me with my real me who pretends to be the sister of the fake male me). You have no idea how stressfull it was to roleplay as two different people in real time. Now I'm pretty sure it supposed to be a test. After some time we went back to TLK rp. We already had children and granchildren. Girls were still hitting on me but I was faithfull to my queen. Then I commited the status mistake again. But this time she didn't have it, I thought she grew suspicious anyway, she wasn't stupid. I told her the truth and everything fell apart. She didn't want to talk to me and everyone kinda turned away from me. I was heartbroken but I knew I deserved it. To make things worse, she used the ideas I told her about as her own and put them in her fanfic. I was angry for not giving me any credit and I wrote her hate comments. She also continued to use my OC in her art and modifying its look without my permission. I was bitter and punished. Rejected by everyone, I turned to a group that was hated by my orginal community, that is, the narutards. I hated anime at that time, but I felt so alone and I had nowhere to go, and there was this one girl who liked my art and introduced me to Naruto and helped me make my own OC. She was the community Stacy, but with a twist of yandere. Nice at first, then she turned out to be a narcissist who threatened you with cutting and killing herself if you disagreed with her (she was, of course, a Sasuke fan). Around that time I commited my peak atrocity that was the TLK x Naruto fanfic, I deleted it quickly though after receiving comments from even more autistic Naruto fan about me being the "insult to all of shinobi". I think I just wanted to express my anger through writing post-ironic crap. Then I met another girl who became my best friend for a while and we made some of the most original OCs imo. We loved to dunk on mary sues such as Shizue Asahi and Sawaii Hitomi. I wrote a few Naruto parodies that people liked, I filled them with political and religious references and made every character into a degenerate. The narcissist Sasuke-stan stole my ideas for a story (certain people loved to steal my ideas for some reason). Lots of fun and autism. Unfortunately, my new best friend grew tired of being a socially awkward sperg like the rest of us and she was online less often and finally she stopped talking to me after sending me the last message about finding a great friend irl and not needing online friends anymore. So I was left alone again. At 14 I felt too tired for this rp shit anyway. I began to cultivate my autism in isolation
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>What’s the deal with E-whores? You can’t touch em, you can’t fuck em! What’s the point? Your just sitting there giving them money to jerk off!
>(theme tune plays)
>Jerry is talking to George and Elaine about the upcoming house inspection when Kramer walks into Jerry’s house
>Jerry: where have you been all this time Kramer? I haven’t seen you in a month
>Kramer: I’ve been… busy…
>George: busy with what?
>Kramer: I need you to help with something, come over to my apartment
>(inside Kramer’s house there is a tied up and gagged woman in a maids dress with cat ears)
>George: WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE KRAMER!
>Kramer: She’s my wife in training that I saved from being a E-whore!
>Jerry: Kramer, you can’t kidnap E-whores!
>Kramer: I gave her a lot of money Jerry, she said she would do anything for me, anything!
>Jerry: that’s not how it works Kramer!
>Elaine: did she have the cat ears and maids dress on when you kidnapped her?
>Kramer: no I put that on her!
>George: what else have you done to her!?
>Kramer: I’ve been breeding her
>Elaine: you raped the E-whore?
>George: OH MY GOD!
>Jerry: You can’t rape an E-whore Kramer! What’s wrong with you!?
>Kramer: I’m doing my part to save the white race Jerry, she’s carrying my white warrior child now! what have you done Jerry!?
>Jerry: Kramer, You are going to go to get the electric chair for this!
>Kramer: that’s why I need your help, with the inspection coming up I need somewhere else to hide her for a little while
>Jerry: No Kramer, you are not dragging us into this!
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Anime and furry communities are actually fucking dangerous and generally a badly managed mistake that has caused more harm than good. They're essentially huge freak clubs for people who want to make a medium or a 'hobby' into something larger than life because their life sucks and they feel alone. There's a reason why these circles are saturated full hd spergs who were bullied and now have disgusting fetishes and eldritch body odor. The anime faggots always act like they're better than furries but it's the same shit, just different fixation.
The communities/cons/everything are essentially run by 20-30 somethings who have no concept of healthy boundaries between children and adults. These adults are not there to babysit or take care of anyone's kids, they're there to let off some steam and be the degenerates they can't be at work. The thing is though that these same spaces and the same pieces of media also end up being an escape for literal children and teenagers, because they relate to the characters and like the aesthetics and whatnot. It's so easy for a kid to be exposed and conditioned to accept whatever fanservice appears in the series they read/watch, it's an insidious path into beginning to relate to young characters that only exist for sex appeal and how much adults would like to fuck them. This is just a part of why grooming is so easy in the anime scene and the furry fandoms and such. Media that normalizes the sexualization of children by adults, children consuming that media, the same children feeling estranged from their peers and running into the fandom of that media for comfort, and the fandom is run by people who are complacent or predatory. Then the rest is history when you add in the drug problems nobody wants to address, the Great Troon Recruitment for self hating girls/boys and zoosadist (+pedophile) rings that operate because people are simply lazy about canceling degeneracy. Don't tell me there isn't a huge problem. I'm tired of people acting like this hasn't massively affected my generation.
I hate it when people are like "it's just a hobby". No. These were never 'just hobbies'. These were a disaster in brewing ever since the early 2000's.
And no, J-fashion is not off the hook either. They're lazy as fuck about addressing the body dysmorphic and ddlg/fetish shit that's out there sprinkled into the tags and sites that minors frequent. They get the flamethrower too idgaf.
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same anon here, I only now figured out how to post the video I originally wanted to pair with the pasta
>>787822>They're essentially huge freak clubs for people who want to make a medium or a 'hobby' into something larger than life because their life sucks and they feel alone.
>spergs who were bullied and now have disgusting fetishes and eldritch body odor.
>The anime faggots always act like they're better than furries but it's the same shit, just different fixation.
you summed up Dobson, anon lol Good post btw. It's gross how children in anime will be giving glamour shot like poses in a scene. Like a 12 year old in her bathing suit or some shit. Teenagers in maid outfits given the same glamour shot treatment.
>the Great Troon Recruitment for self hating girls/boys and zoosadist (+pedophile) rings that operate because people are simply lazy about canceling degeneracy.
wtf is up with so many anime faggots, usually teenaged, being into trans shit. God damn it's fucking ripe in the anime scene. I know it's not the place to sperg about it but you see a lot of "They/them" in the bio and every character they draw is also a fucking tranny. like underage characters. I get it's 'just a drawing' heavy quotations, but it's obviously fucking with these kids heads enough. I get they also want to relate to a trans thing so they make a character trans "Rock Lee/Deku/Sora is trans, get over it bigot fuck you uwu." so they don't feel lonely. It's just sad.
Good for you. Everyone is a genius. Everyone is an artist. Everyone is a musician. Everyone is Picasso. Everyone is Monet. Everyone is Paul McCartney. Everyone is Beethoven. Everyone is Miles Davis.
Except now, nobody is. And everyone is basically just vaporwave.
I guess it works out really well if you're vaporwave. But if you're Beethoven, you should probably just hang yourself. You have no future in this world. Big ideas, big genius, big creation, I think we ought to just put all this in the dump and light it on fire. This is 2021, my duaghter just downloaded NanoBeat 5 on her Facebook Oculus Rift. And that matters. You matter. We matter. everyone matters. I just burned the 9th Symphony. That's radical. That's powerful. That's important. We're important. The piss you just took was important.
The dribble of urine running down your leg matters. This is about You (TM). About We. Grammerly Ad Music plays
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I mean, this is such an improvement over the 20th century when virtually every single release was a timeless classic that is still listened to today and probably will be for 100s of years. Thank GAWWWWD we moved past that and have an infinite, almost ceaseless, enless torrential monsoon of absolutely undifferentiated amateur bedroom production to listen to! Gosh, I am just so thankful we don't have to live in the stuffy, backwards, EVIL 20th century
Again, I have mental illess. I am a bad person. I am a bad person. I am a bad person. I am sorry. I know I'm wrong about everything. Please forgive me for my exitsence. I'm here on hands and knees, begging you, please forgive me. I'm sorry.
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God you sound like some 13 year old Twitter stan you fucking braindead mongoloid.
You sound utterly predictable. Let me guess, are you also some tranny Tumblr user that has a Hazbin Hotel character as their profile picture on one of your alt accounts?
There is nothing "iCoNIc" (God even talking in your Twitter language is sickening as fuck)
about Shitty and Fucking with Cancer.
It's a coomer anime and just because it's supposedly a parody (a shitty one at that)
doesn't excuse it from criticism.
And this is coming from someone who actually LIKES edgy humor and cartoon parodies.
The writing was complete shit, using the word fuck in every sentence in your show doesn't enhance your second-rate comedy and make it funny
(see Hazbin Hotel)
Shitty and Fucking are about two whores (the most unlikable breed of people known to mankind)
and how they try to be as much unlikable cunts as they can possibly be.
And the fact that some Japanese coomer thought it would be a good idea to rub his two braincells together to conjure up such a mess
to "paRoDy WeStErN cArTOonS" is even more cringy and pathetic.
Where do you think anime even originated from? Animation definitely wasn't invented by the buckteethed Japs.
Westerners have been the original ones who invented animation.
Without OUR cartoons, the slit-eyed Japanese gooks wouldn't have been able to create shit.
Yet complacent weeaboo retards like you throw your nuts and balls on the ground for Japanese animators to walk all over, you give ANYTHING
to worship Japan and their misplaced debauchery that they somehow claim belongs to us. Panty and Stocking isn't a "Western parody". It is the fever dream of an overzealous brain-defiecient Japanese coomer gook who was so jealous of Western animation, he felt the need to create such a spiteful bastardized mess.
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lmfao you have clearly never watched a single video of ours together holy shit. we're in a full time bdsm relationship based on dynamic, not some vanilla bedroom only thing. i worship his dick 24/7. but thanks for providing us with material for our next 'salty beta' video
I played Animal Collective at a party once but it turned out really badly. I've been super into Animal Collective since I had the Great Branching Out in 2009. Everyone I'm friends with now is very aware of this, and they tease me about it, whatever. Most of us like similar music outside of this, so it's not really a big deal. But I have to always listen to my anco privately. But I like to share with people, I like forming a community of bonds, whatever, you know?
So here I think, ok, I love this music, and a lot of other people do too, right? So clearly there's something there. And I know my friends love dancing. I have seen them. And I don't usually get to dance to my Animal Collective, even though it is awesome whenever I do. And my birthday is coming up, so I'm like– I am never allowed to do stuff like this, but if it's my birthday, I can throw whatever party I want! And people will want to celebrate with me, so they'll come, and then I will show them how fun it is to dance to Animal Collective and we can have a cool moment of togetherness.
So my roommates agree, whatever, I invite people, I borrow some good speakers, I make a bumpin playlist of anco's best dance songs. I am filled with joy as I'm making it because of how much shit is packed into this music and how I can't wait to give people the opportunity to feel the way I feel, or at least give it a shot and like have a fun little dance party where all you gotta do is move your body how you want.
The friends arrive, we Inebriate, whatever– there's some chill music playing, I have a short little Event, and when the Event is done, I turn off some of the lights and turn on the anco dance playlist and I start dancing.
No one else does.
So I'm all, whatever, I'll roll with the punches, I thought I started off using a good, more recognizable song with "Summertime Clothes," but maybe they just need to take awhile to get used to it sonically, they'll join in.
A few songs go by before I vacate the dance floor myself, to try to do the Dance-Drag Some People Over There. Everyone flat-out refuses, standing and talking instead. I had two allies, two dudes who helped bring over the speakers beforehand. They'd go around and convince people to dance too, both real likeable dudes, and nothing. People refused. People I've been friends with for years. I was getting frustrated, cuz you know, I want people to be having fun but the Literal Name that this party was marketed as was "Animal Collective Dance Party" or "anco dance party." They knew what this was going to be.
My next move was to try to announce to the group that we should all dance, because dancing really just needs some momentum. Once everyone is dancing your own moves don't mean anything and you're less self conscious. So I flip on the lights and remind people it is, in fact, an Animal Collective dance party, so dance, or please leave. Lights back off, and then me and those two dudes and one of the dude's little sister and I start dancing and everyone else goes back to talking. And mind me, I put on a real banger at this point: Bluish. That song is so likeable, it's fucked up.
While I'm dancing, this other dude walks up to me and decides to hit me with the "You just can't dance to this is the thing. There's no beat." And I'm super like dude what, because the only rule that I made for this party with regards to the dance was "no bitching about the music." Those were my words. And here is this dude, BITCHING ABOUT THE MUSIC. So I tell him to leave, and he reassures me, "I was already on my way out."
So after that dude and his bad mood were gone, I was hopeful. Maybe he was like pulling down the General Comfort Level with the music. But nope. After dancing by myself for few more songs I'm ready to bail, so I shut off the music. People continue talking, but the smoke alarm starts going off and so that makes everyone leave except the two speaker dudes, and we chill for a bit, whatever.
And you know, it's really bothering me. I don't know what the reason nobody danced was. I don't know whether I was just being too weird about everything so anyone would have felt uncomfortable, or if this was just a shitty group of friends who would rather drink free booze than put a bit of effort into participating in something I was excited about. Since, I've been feeling weird when I listen to any anco.
My Advice for others on this undertaking: maybe don't. Just hope you can see them live next time they tour.
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black and white is perfect. it’s godly. There’s something holy about black lines on crisp white paper. It literally almost makes me horny. If you add colors it’s fucking disgusting. I don’t understand why people ruin black and white drawings with colors, you can add one color and it’s okay, certainly not nearly as good as it would have been had it been left black and white, but more than ~3 colors obliterates what was once there. I don’t know what that is but I know when it’s gone. the most basic concept of the perception of light and dark represented with black and white, the darkest and lightest materials. I can see something inside it when it is black and white that color destroys. Like you can see past the paper and into another world. Like black is a 1 and white is a 0 and your brain is a computer.
DNF IF: cishet man, you leave your video camera on during zoom calls, instagram enjoyer, mint chocolate ice cream hater, you donate to buy idols gifts, you hate stuffed animals, you like vaush or sh0enhead, you're a pisces, you stan politicians, you dislike irene, you major in finance or accounting, you're a cishet man studying business, you dislike jonghyun (you're burning in hell), you bootlick companies, you use twitter for ipad, you don't like loona red velvet gwsn or snsd, you don't believe in astrology, you watch aot, you like hisoka, cat hater, centrist, you think roderick from diary of a wimpy kid, you hate rap music, you tweet gender envy with a pic of harry styles or timothee chalamet, you're a morning person, you like ellen degeneres, like pizza hut, adult disney enjoyer, theatre kid, math or science enjoyer, drink dairy milk by itself, have your age as 6TEEN, you drive too slow, you have political stickers on your car, you have a weird obsession wtih trader joe's and whole foods, you're a harry potter stan, taller than 5'7, don't wash your hands, hyperfixate on minecraft youtubers, you mainly stan 4th groups, you drink black coffee, you like baths more than showers, maid or catboy enthusiast, you think reformed fascists exist, proship, you @ your mutuals to clear searches, you tag people to unfollow over kpop, you dislike taeyong, you headcanon idols with different identities from their own, you think autistic people are like babies, you have your harry potter house in your carrd, you like cold shoulders, you drink more than 3 sodas in a day, you hate vegetables (grow up), you don't wash your legs or feet in the shower, you do your homework earlier than the day before it's due, you hate pagans or witchcraft, anti-recovery, call people ableist for joking about therapy or medication when they have done both, you only stan boy groups, you drive a truck, you have never left your small rural town and don't want to, or if you liked high school
Because all men by design have mommy issues, perpetually avenging a trauma inflicted by something known as "maternal omnipotence". All males resent it, but women don't due to their ability to become mothers themselves. Most of what we define as "masculine identity" is just a set of pitiful exercises at establishing oneself outside of mommy's oppressive power. Predictably, everything about this particular LARP revolves around men defining themselves entirely around women and "not being women" as though they ever could be them - another "a-actually I'm choosing this, it's not like I CAN'T do something you can" cope.
Men are never mad at women for reasons that have nothing to do with being rejected by them. Immediately pursuing porn of them is a form of panicked reassurance seeking - "no no no, this is not really happening! They're not better than me like mommy, they're not above me like mommy, they're not LEAVING like mommy did! See, there's this video of them groveling before me! Okay, I can feel alright for a few hours now!". For a man, a woman rejecting him is wielding dreadful power over him. She is the mommy withholding the nipple, she is killing him. As most things men think and feel after puberty are tainted by their libido (because their sole purpose is dispensing sperm and dying), the "mommy don't leave, I hate you bitch, I will hold my breath until you come back" infantile rage becomes "I will fuck mommy so hard until she's cock-hypnotized into staying because my cock is very magical actually, it's totally not worthless unlike what those Tinder bitches think". Most male fetishes can be traced back this way, they're nothing but sexualized maladaptive coping mechanisms - coping with female withdrawal, coping with powerlessness, coping with sexual expendability, coping with reality itself. Biologically worthless penises become worship-worthy and precious (while still being portrayed as dirty because men can't help but resent women who lower themselves by being with them), biological garbage that is semen is craved like it's ambrosia, women cease being cold and picky like mommy - not only are they eternally available, they actually become this way after being unavailable because the male is just so irresistible - the essence behind all the pathetically wishful "turning a cold bitch into a cock hungry submissive slut" drivel that helps them cope with how women treat them in real life. In that case porn is supposed to be some sort of a reassuring sequel to being told to fuck off by their most recent beta orbiting subject, which requires that initial rejection to be incorporated into the fictional narrative as something that's "overcome" later.
You can't help but notice the obvious pussy envy and desire to switch places - males want women to be the easily coomditioned, expendable, sex addicted ones - groveling before the more valuable set of gonads. The ressentiment and envy of a disposable ballsack thus culminates in trooning out. Is it really surprising how obsessed AGPs are with the "mommy" narrative? AGP is the absolute pinnacle of male coping, something that's usually followed by surrender and death.
Males have no sexual fantasies, all they have is predictable eroticized copes. You can coom-meme them into anything including killing themselves, if you push the right buttons. They're not people, they're a malignant growth around their semen pustules.
even if I don't buy into all of what she said, this part>You can't help but notice the obvious pussy envy and desire to switch places - males want women to be the easily coomditioned, expendable, sex addicted ones - groveling before the more valuable set of gonads.
is pretty true kek. it is a cope especially with incels because they are so dependent on our acceptance and resentful of their attraction to us, so they want it switched
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Cartoons, capeshit in any form, and perhaps even video games, should be for us, autistic people. I despise neurotypical adults who consoom such media past the age of 21. Ok, you may enjoy it from time to time, but not obsess over it, spend money on it, have "serious discussions" about it, consider capeshit actual cinema and video games actual art form. Capeshit as a genre was completely finished with Watchmen in 1986 and there's nothing else that can be said and anyone who takes it seriously, while being neurotypical, is fucking retarded. We autists have the right to enjoy children's shit, but adult normie people obsessing over it and supporting an entire industry with their money? Fucking degenerate, disgusting. Capeshit and gaming has been infantilizing the population for years. I don't want to see this. Normies have NO logical reason to comfort themselves with childish things. I hate them. That also includes people who, despite not literally jerking off to capeshit, still waste their time reviewing it and analyzing it. I've been a Red Letter Media fan since 2015. And then I realized I'm watching a bunch of grown ass men in their 40s analyzing a fucking kids movie. For 60 minutes. While being shamelessly obese, drunk or bald. I don't give a FUCK behind how many veils of irony they hide their criticisms. It's still a group of adults wasting their time on capeshit. They know a video about the new capeshit flavour of the month will have way more views than a review of some arthouse european kino, and they are opportunistic. I stopped finding their jokes funny. I'm not going to enable Mike Stoklasa's alcoholism for the sake of cheap laugh. It's hard to believe, but the autist outgrew the normie. I don't find my favourite streamers funny anymore either. You're a balding 30 year old. You're a normie. You probably bullied my kind at school. How fucking dare you. I don't want to see thumbnails with adult women and men reacting to capeshit and Star Wars with fixed soyjak expression and their funko pop collection in the background. If they enjoyed that shit in PRIVATE instead of posting it everywhere, I wouldn't have been that angry. But they have no shame. Cartoons, video games, capeshit, my little pony, toys, big robots, anime etc. It's ours, not yours. Fuck off. So what if the autistic population isn't big enough to financially support huge capeshit and geek industries?! That's a good thing! The market is oversaturated anyway. Back then the media was of better quality because they didn't have to pander to the lowest common denominator. Quality over quantity. The more normie plebs enjoy something, the more dumbed down it becomes. Look how they ruined Star Trek, for example. Only a dumb person can unironically enjoy something like Star Trek Discovery. Not to say that Star Trek was a "niche" tv show before, but it didn't try to pander to the capeshit fans who like big explosions and big battles and retarded drama. Everything changed after that faggot J.J. Abrams rebooted ST with his retarded movies and retarded out-of-character writing. But nothing, nothing is worse than MCU. That's the biggest cancer of all. What an disingenuous piece of shit. For movies made for normies, they're surprisingly afraid of showing genuine emotions, and even an autist like me can see it. We're having a serious scene? QUICK, have some character make a joke or a sarcastic remark! Make a joke every 5 fucking minutes! At first only Iron Man was the ironic one, now every character has to have funny ironic one-liners! WE'RE LIVING IN A POST IRONIC ERA GUYS, don't forget that! Serious moments and character building is for boomers like Martin Scorsese! And the story? Wow guys, let's get the shiny thing. It's always about getting the magic shiny cube/stone and some generic alien looking villain trying to take the shiny cube/stone or use black goo to take over Natalie Portman's body. Spider Man is not even his own character anymore. He's just a little Tony Stark bitch ass fanboy. The CGI is so terrible it looks old after 2 years. And there are people who watch this shit and cry and piss and shit blood. OOOOH HE SAID THE THING! OOOOH THE CHARACTER HAD A COOL ENTRY, SO COOL! clap clap clap The funniest part is, no one even remembers the jokes and the memes after a year, or until another capeshit comes out. But "pizza time" from Sam Raimi's Spider Man? Everyone remembers that! Not only because it was effortlessly funny, but because it stood out, because it wasn't squeezed in between le ironic one liners in every scene. And btw Tobey Maguire is still the best Peter Parker and Spider Man, perfectly nailing the nerdy friendly boy-next door type. Andy Garfield didn't look the part and they had to make him a cool skateboard kid. Tom Holland, although not handsome - he looks like a rat - still doesn't give the proper Peter Parker vibes. You see, now he's not an underdog, he's being funded by a fucking millionaire Tony Stark and can't stop sucking his dick because he's a pathetic fangirl, he has a cool suit with AI waifu that talks to him some retarded shit and he didn't build it himself, his friends are basically Miles Morales friends because they wanted to make it more pc I guess - but still couldn't make a movie about actual Miles Morales huh - and he lives in a cool liberal hipster pc neighborhood with his aunt May who's hot and bangable now because you have to pander to coomers jerking off to MILF porn so hard they get ED at 25. Ooogaa boogaa but Spier Man is rich and has some cool high tech gadgets in comic books from 2015 so it's legit! No it's not, 2015 was a shitty year for Spider Man comics, and guess what, maybe it's because people don't have any new ideas anymore because the GENRE IS FUCKING FINISHED AND DONE AND THE ONLY THING THEY CAN DO NOW IS MUH SUBVERTING YOUR EXPECTATIONS AND CHARACTERS GOING AGAINST THEIR ORIGINAL PRINCIPLES BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING SUBVERSIVE. START SHITTING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH FOR THE SAKE OF SUBVERSION YOU SPINELESS PIECE OF SHIT
OR Nurse here. This is kind of a long one…
I was taking call one night, and woke up at two in the morning for a "general surgery" call. Pretty vague, but at the time, I lived in a town that had large populations of young military guys and avid meth users, so late-night emergencies were common.
Got to the hospital, where a few more details awaited me – "Perirectal abscess." For the uninitiated, this means that somewhere in the immediate vicinity of the asshole, there was a pocket of pus that needed draining. Needless to say our entire crew was less than thrilled.
I went down to the Emergency Room to transport the patient, and the only thing the ER nurse said as she handed me the chart was "Have fun with this one." Amongst healthcare professionals, vague statements like that are a bad sign.
My patient was a 314lb Native American woman who barely fit on the stretcher I was transporting her on. She was rolling frantically side to side and moaning in pain, pulling at her clothes and muttering Hail Mary's. I could barely get her name out of her after a few minutes of questioning, so after I confirmed her identity and what we were working on, I figured it was best just to get her to the anesthesiologist so we could knock her out and get this circus started.
She continued her theatrics the entire ten-minute ride to the O.R., nearly falling off the surgical table as we were trying to put her under anesthetic. We see patients like this a lot, though, chronic drug abusers who don't handle pain well and who have used so many drugs that even increased levels of pain medication don't touch simply because of high tolerance levels.
It should be noted, tonight's surgical team was not exactly wet behind the ears. I'd been working in healthcare for several years already, mostly psych and medical settings. I've watched an 88-year-old man tear a 1"-diameter catheter balloon out of his penis while screaming "You'll never make me talk!". I've been attacked by an HIV-positive neo-Nazi. I've seen some shit. The other nurse had been in the OR as a trauma specialist for over ten years; the anesthesiologist had done residency at a Level 1 trauma center, or as we call them, "Knife and Gun Clubs". The surgeon was ex-Army, and averaged about eight words and two facial expressions a week. None of us expected what was about to happen next.
We got the lady off to sleep, put her into the stirrups, and I began washing off the rectal area. It was red and inflamed, a little bit of pus was seeping through, but it was all pretty standard. Her chart had noted that she'd been injecting IV drugs through her perineum, so this was obviously an infection from dirty needles or bad drugs, but overall, it didn't seem to warrant her repeated cries of "Oh Jesus, kill me now."
The surgeon steps up with a scalpel, sinks just the tip in, and at the exact same moment, the patient had a muscle twitch in her diaphragm, and just like that, all hell broke loose.
Unbeknownst to us, the infection had actually tunneled nearly a foot into her abdomen, creating a vast cavern full of pus, rotten tissue, and fecal matter that had seeped outside of her colon. This godforsaken mixture came rocketing out of that little incision like we were recreating the funeral scene from Jane Austen's "Mafia!".
We all wear waterproof gowns, face masks, gloves, hats, the works – all of which were as helpful was rainboots against a firehose. The bed was in the middle of the room, an easy seven feet from the nearest wall, but by the time we were done, I was still finding bits of rotten flesh pasted against the back wall. As the surgeon continued to advance his blade, the torrent just continued. The patient kept seizing against the ventilator (not uncommon in surgery), and with every muscle contraction, she shot more of this brackish gray-brown fluid out onto the floor until, within minutes, it was seeping into the other nurse's shoes.
I was nearly twelve feet away, jaw dropped open within my surgical mask, watching the second nurse dry-heaving and the surgeon standing on tip-toes to keep this stuff from soaking his socks any further. The smell hit them first. "Oh god, I just threw up in my mask!" The other nurse was out, she tore off her mask and sprinted out of the room, shoulders still heaving. Then it hit me, mouth still wide open, not able to believe the volume of fluid this woman's body contained. It was like getting a great big bite of the despair and apathy that permeated this woman's life. I couldn't fucking breath, my lungs simply refused to pull anymore of that stuff in. The anesthesiologist went down next, an ex-NCAA D1 tailback, his six-foot-two frame shaking as he threw open the door to the OR suite in an attempt to get more air in, letting me glimpse the second nurse still throwing up in the sinks outside the door. Another geyser of pus splashed across the front of the surgeon. The YouTube clip of "David at the dentist" keeps playing in my head – "Is this real life?"
In all operating rooms, everywhere in the world, regardless of socialized or privatized, secular or religious, big or small, there is one thing the same: Somewhere, there is a bottle of peppermint concentrate. Everyone in the department knows where it is, everyone knows what it is for, and everyone prays to their gods they never have to use it. In times like this, we rub it on the inside of our masks to keep the outside smells at bay long enough to finish the procedure and shower off.
I sprinted to the our central supply, ripping open the drawer where this vial of ambrosia was kept, and was greeted by – an empty fucking box. The bottle had been emptied and not replaced. Somewhere out there was a godless bastard who had used the last of the peppermint oil, and not replaced a single fucking drop of it. To this day, if I figure out who it was, I'll kill them with my bare hands, but not before cramming their head up the colon of every last meth user I can find, just so we're even.
I darted back into the room with the next best thing I can find – a vial of Mastisol, which is an adhesive rub we use sometimes for bandaging. It's not as good as peppermint, but considering that over one-third of the floor was now thoroughly coated in what could easily be mistaken for a combination of bovine after-birth and maple syrup, we were out of options.
I started rubbing as much of the Mastisol as I could get on the inside of my mask, just glad to be smelling anything except whatever slimy demon spawn we'd just cut out of this woman. The anesthesiologist grabbed the vial next, dowsing the front of his mask in it so he could stand next to his machines long enough to make sure this woman didn't die on the table. It wasn't until later that we realized that Mastisol can give you a mild high from huffing it like this, but in retrospect, that's probably what got us through.
By this time, the smell had permeated out of our OR suite, and down the forty-foot hallway to the front desk, where the other nurse still sat, eyes bloodshot and watery, clenching her stomach desperately. Our suite looked like the underground river of ooze from Ghostbusters II, except dirty. Oh so dirty.
I stepped back into the OR suite, not wanting to leave the surgeon by himself in case he genuinely needed help. It was like one of those overly-artistic representations of a zombie apocalypse you see on fan-forums. Here's this one guy, in blue surgical garb, standing nearly ankle deep in lumps of dead tissue, fecal matter, and several liters of syrupy infection. He was performing surgery in the swamps of Dagobah, except the swamps had just come out of this woman's ass and there was no Yoda. He and I didn't say a word for the next ten minutes as he scraped the inside of the abscess until all the dead tissue was out, the front of his gown a gruesome mixture of brown and red, his eyes squinted against the stinging vapors originating directly in front of him. I finished my required paperwork as quickly as I could, helped him stuff the recently-vacated opening full of gauze, taped this woman's buttocks closed to hold the dressing for as long as possible, woke her up, and immediately shipped off to the recovery ward.
Until then, I'd only heard of "alcohol showers." Turns out 70% isopropyl alcohol is about the only thing that can even touch a scent like that once its soaked into your skin. It takes four or five bottles to get really clean, but it's worth it. It's probably the only scenario I can honestly endorse drinking a little of it, too.
As we left the locker room, the surgeon and I looked at each other, and he said the only negative sentence I heard him utter in two and a half years of working together:
"That was bad."
The next morning the entire department (a fairly large floor within the hospital) still smelled. The housekeepers told me later that it took them nearly an hour to suction up all of the fluid and debris left behind. The OR suite itself was closed off and quarantined for two more days just to let the smell finally clear out.
I laugh now when I hear new recruits to healthcare talk about the worst thing they've seen. You ain't seen shit, kid.
tl;dr Don't shoot IV drugs into your taint.
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Oh, this fucking guy. I bet he thought this was really funny while he was doing it, he didnt even know how much it would turn me on, the only thing that could make it better for me is if he had a big, bulging baby bump while chowing down on that fucking sandwich. Fuck
God. I wish I were that fucking sandwich. I wish my cock was in that sandwich. Boom. Fucking see that? Must be the cravings. Yeah, that’s right. I would’ve bred Jerma hard and good.
See, it would go down like this: month 1, he doesn’t notice that much; he’s sick a lot. Whatever. His features round out, he’s sick, he wants to grow his hair out. Boom. Months 2 and 3, got a more feminine frame rocking for him. He’s getting more girly, you know how it would be. Tits starting pop out but not quite there.
Month 4, I like to think he’d be getting into it, shit like this, acting all faggy. Really motherly, you know? Like a little bitch housewife. Boom, month 5, you can finally see those tits, finally see the baby inside him, yeah.
Month 6, tits enlarging, fuck yeps, hips widening, yeah, wanna fucking put so many kids in this guy. You might think it’s weird but this is it, yeah… no. Month 7, giant tits and baby bump, boom, that’s what I meant. He can’t hide it anymore. No escape. And yeah, month 8? That’s when this goes down.
He’s wearing normal clothes. I think it’s funny, then his huge tits rip the shirt open and just start leaking milk everywhere. Yeah, you see him fucking leaking mother’s milk all over his huge fucking stomach. It’s triplets at least. That’s where this picks up, I think. Then he has to resort to being a maternity figure. Yeah, you know it.
I saw Ryan Gosling at a grocery store in Los Angeles yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Nerd Porn Auteur
by Ernest Cline
I've noticed that there don't seem to be any porno movies
that are made for guys like me.
All the porn I've come across
was targeted at beer-swilling sports bar dwelling alpha-males
Men who like their women stupid and submissive
Men who can only get it up for monosyllabic cock-hungry nymphos
with gargantuan breasts and a three-word vocabulary
Adult films are populated with these collagen-injected
Many of whom have resorted to surgery and self-mutilation
in an attempt to look the way they have been told to look.
These aren't real women. They're objects.
And these movies aren't erotic. They're pathetic.
These vacuum-headed fuck bunnies don't turn me on.
They disgust me.
And it's not that I'm against pornography.
I mean, I'm a guy. And guys need porn.
"Like a preacher needs pain, like a needle needs a vein,"
Guys need porn.
But I don't wanna watch this misogynist he-man woman-hater porn.
I want porno movies that are made with guys like me in mind:
Guys who know that the sexiest thing in the world
is a woman who is smarter than you are.
You can have the whole cheerleading squad,
I want the girl in the tweed skirt and the horn-rimmed glasses:
Betty Finnebowski, the valedictorian.
First I want to copy her Trig homework,
and then I want to make mad, passionate love to her
for hours and hours
until she reluctantly asks if we can stop
because she doesn't want to miss Battlestar Galactica.
Suma cum laude, baby!
That is what I call erotic.
But do you ever see that kind of a woman in a contemporary adult film?
Which is why I'm going to start writing and directing Geek Porno.
I shall be the quintessential Nerd Porn Auteur.
And the women in my porno movies will be the kind
that drive nerds like me mad with desire.
I'm talking about the girls that used to fuck up the grading curve.
The girls in the Latin Club and the National Honor Society.
Chicks with weird clothes, braces, four eyes, and 4.0 GPAs.
Brainy articulate bookworms, with MENSA cards in their purses
and chips on their shoulders.
My porn starlets will come in all shapes and sizes.
My porn starlets will be too busy working on their PhD to go to the gym.
In my kind of porno movies the girls wouldn't even have to get naked.
They'd just take the guys down to the rec room and
beat them repeatedly at chess
and then talk to them for hours about Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle
or the underlying social metaphors in the Aliens movies.
Buy stock in some hand cream companies
because there is about to be a major shortage.
And I'm not just talking about straight porn. Oh no.
There should be fuck films for my nerd brethren
of all sexual orientations.
Gay nerd porn flicks with titles like "Dungeons and Drag-queens."
This idea is a fucking gold mine.
I am gonna make millions,
because this country is full of database programmers
and electronics engineers
and they aren't getting the loving they so desperately need.
And you can help . . .
If you're an intelligent woman is interested in breaking into the adult film industry,
and if you can tell me the name of Luke Skywalker's home planet,
then you are hired.
It doesn't matter if you think you're overweight or unattractive.
It doesn't matter if you don't think you're beautiful.
You are beautiful. . .
And I will make you a star.
here's why I do not think it's ok to do the homosex
Homosexuality is not ok because I believe in the law of nature, as in natural design is a good blueprint for what is right and wrong, and we're supposed to follow that. Like hands are designed to grip and make, women are not designed for women. Thus, when I get a biological reaction from other women, I understand it is wrong.
In a heterosexual relationship, something is being created, life, and this contributes to society and family, so it's more meaningful than a homosexual relationship which is only centered around vain pleasure instead of honouring creation and passing down something meaningful.
And there's something about the 'hetero' other that's less vain. Learning to live with someone different, balancing different forces of nature (male/female) it's the way it's supposed to be.
I believe that healthy homes and childhoods are far less likely to create homosexual children, as most of these gays I fraternised with had problems, anxieties and bad homes.
Also, I believe in God and know that there is something greater than this life. So what if I only find women's bodies attractive? This is my struggle to deal with. I still want to honour nature and life meaningfully.
I have sought counselling and now understand that it is a symptom of spiritual illness. You are all entitled to your opinions and I don't believe it's my place to tell you what to do. I don't hate you gays at all, I understand how it is to feel the way you feel, but I still thing it's the wrong thing to do. Like I don't hate smokers, but I wish they would stop smoking.
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excuse me but AD is a stud. I want nothing but a passionate night of lovemaking with him. I think of him when I masturbate, I get wet thinking how tingly his long hair, beard and mustache would feel as they kiss my neck, tits, and inner thighs. I want him to kiss me so deep that his big nose touches mine, hair falling down my face, sweat all over us. I would kiss him so good on his full manly lips. Then I would gladly get his semen inside me, dripping out of my pussy, as he finishes and I see his blessed orgasm face. I could continue but that's enough for one post
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This sexy dude is just my type he calls himself a wolf most off his posts which is sort of cringe but it’s so hot and he looks so sexy. I would do abhorrent things to take a whiff of his cock holy shit he’s so hot WOWOOOOOF WOOOFO BARK BARK NBAKA DADDY I want him to spit in my mouth. I love you me sexy native(?) or Asian dude flip your hair by me. I was gonna post him in a hot dude thread but I can’t contain this lustful autism
@beastlybadwolf on instagram
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I showed this to my virgin fiancee and you admittedly gave him quite a laugh. Last time I checked he has a full head of hair and isn't "racist" in the slightest, considering we're an interracial relationship.
So enjoy your trash media of whores getting their Disney princess fairytale happy ending. That's the closest that you'll ever get to experiencing what it is like to even have a guy who's attention you can get without you having to be spread-eagled on his cumstained bed for him.
Enjoy your Tinder hookup who, after he's done fucking you, tells you that he can stay for an hour and a half at your house to watch a Netflix movie, only to suddenly hear a text message buzz from his phone and that makes him suddenly have to leave, yet convinces you that it's just "for work". But it's really just him meeting up with another girl he finds more interesting and easier to hook up with.
Enjoy being married to a 3-time divorcee who drinks like a fish and is a closet hebephiliac because he remains emotionally scarred by the babysitter who raped him when he was 14 and can't down enough liquor to help him cope with his baggage.
Enjoy your fiction because that's the only semblance of happiness that you're ever going to get in your miserable lives, you worthless whores.
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He looks fresh as hell I don’t care let the radfems sperg. I don’t understand why we narrow his mental anguish into “being forced to go trans” it’s almost like being held up at high scrutiny and also dealing with the media can be very mentally taxing and stressful. You’re cringe as hell if you’re really shitting on this poor man who probably needs a hamburger more than getting harassed for being FtM kek
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They're right tho.
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No wonder boomers shit all over you millennials, acting so childishly with your cooties shit. When will y'all just admit that you're all a bunch of men LARPing as radfems? I mean, it's blatantly obvious. A bunch of deadbeat millennial losers who are so emotionally and mentally stunted that they actually believe in cooties as a grown adult. Moid! Foid! Roastie! Scrote! It's pretty sad to say the least. It's bad enough that you feel so bad about yourselves that you need to shit on literal nobodies that nobody who isn't a terminally online sperg would know about, but that you need to pretend you're women? You post like the men pretending to be women who are "red pilled" on Reddit - you type like men, you spout the same bullshit as men, and you coat it in a bunch of girly girl shit, pretending you're NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS like some dipshit YA author. Your generation is a literal joke. No great literature. No great art. No great cinema. Killed the internet with your politisperging: MUH TRANNIES! MUH SJWS! I NEED A SCAPEGOAT TO BLAME FOR WHY MY GENERATION IS AN ABJECT FAILURE! Your entire cultural output is reboot after reboot, remake after remake, all dumbed the fuck down because you're still coping and seething that your childhoods sucked, so you gentrify youth culture (YA books, cartoons, etc) and ruin them. Hey, that's fine, zoomers are too busy growing up and living life unlike you pathetic slobs. And that's what you are. Slobs. Slobs pretending to be radfem women, and you can't even do that convincingly. You post like you're back on the playground. Girls rule, boys drool! Like, seriously? Your observations are trite, devoid of meaning. You succumb to the same exact melodrama that Kiwi Farms, Lolcow.org and other cesspools revolving around your millennial fragility and your inability to cope with your own failure as a human being - when you get tired of milking the same old bunch of literal nobodies, you milk yourselves, but the milk is even worse. It's pretty funny how y'all seem to shit on just about everyone on these sites. Women bad! Men bad! Blacks bad! And you both seem to just LOVE shitting on zoomers, and for what? YOUR generation introduced all this pronoun/tranny/etc shit. YOUR generation pioneered IDpol nonsense. YOUR generation was literally raised on trophies just for showing up, and it's why literally every single "great idea" you idiots come up with is basically a glorified handout: enforced monogamy, UBI, etc, etc. Grown ass adults becoming petulant about children's activities. Anything that's popular with kids is automatically bad bc "I don't understand it" - grow the fuck up, will ya? You know what you all are? Boomerlennials, with a puritanical contempt for fun. 'Cause everywhere I turn, it's one of y'all saying it's "degenerate" or "racist" when someone civilized, "normies," have fun. None of you can be happy unless everyone is as miserable as you are. And y'know, in particular, your wretched, servile generation whining about hate speech gets me every time. There are few people who harbor more hatred for fellow humans than the millennial. The boomer is one, but there aren't many, fortunately, due to the Coronavirus. Imagine if everyone was seething about other humans to the extent that these millennials do. The only difference between them is that boomer would prefer it if other people simply did not exist, except for those of whom they approve of, who serve them in some capacity. And even most of them should not exist except as a cog in the increasingly automated machine, or a warm hole. Millennials, on the other hand, want a world full of millennials, where nobody can express an idea or thought that does not pass muster with their (lack of) moral judgment. Outliers like heterosexuals, women, white people, zoomers, attractive people, people with money, people who don't have time for gossip, cartoons and anime…they are all simply assholes, end of discussion. A generation of broke, smelly, unhygienic, deadbeat, incompetent, ignorant, uneducated, dishonest, disingenuous, gullible, narrow-minded, wasteful, lazy, supercilious, socially awkward, autistic, mentally ill losers with unwiped asses think they are superior to nearly everyone on the planet; charming, to say the least. But go on, though. Go on and tell me how you're REALLY all women, that you're REALLY not ALL just compensating for your own mediocre at best existence.
>Null is still a stubborn, infirm brat.
He is, but he's just like every other millennial. Ever notice how every time you see some fuckhead on the news, it's ALWAYS a millennial? SJWs? Millennials. Troons? Millennials. Incels? Millennials. MIGApedes? Millennials. /pol/tards? Millennials. Kiwi Farmers? Millennials. Coomers? Millennials. NEETs? Millennials. The couch cuck who shot and killed two kids and posted on Kiwi Farms? Millennials. QAnon? Millennial. Soyboys? Millennials. The original thots? Millennials. Tumblr? Millennials. Lolcows? Millennials. Karens? Millennials. The "STAY HOME SAVE LIVES" crowd that, for the previous decade, was bitching about how boomers (old people in general) ruined the planet and were a bunch of racist, sexist, whale killers? Millennials.
Your generation is a glorified footnote. Generations will come and go, but literally nobody will remember the millennial. The millennial is a parasite, and it's a shame that COVID wasn't a BOOMERLENNIAL remover. You know what will be, though? Suicide. The big thing that's keeping me going is the hope that when I get to be eighty years old or something, I won't be dementia addled enough to not be able to laugh at all you Millennial geezers. You know how every sitcom since forever had that senile WWII vet grandpa stock character? We'll be getting those just with neon hair and sagging, wrinkled tattooed skin, wildly going on tangents on how how they punched fitty Nayzees in their youth, or an unwashed, smelly heathen of an incel, talking about how he is saving himself for his obscure waifu nobody's ever heard of. I hope I will be able to laugh my ass off at all you retards. Take every Incel, Doomer, Dangerhair, Soyboy, e-Thot, Troon, Femcel, any other stereotypical trope your generation got dealt with, and just picture how they'll all be in the next fifty to sixty years from now. Sure, it'll be depressing as fuck since huge swaths of them will die before they reach that point (either suicide or just poor life choices) and just as huge swaths of them that do make it to that point will live their lives entirely childless, but who cares?
In the end, it's just Nature taking out the trash.
Fresh off the boat, from reddit, kid? heh I remember when I was just like you. Braindead. Lemme give you a tip so you can make it in this cyber sanctuary: never make jokes like that. You got no reputation here, you got no name, you got jackshit here. It's survival of the fittest and you ain't gonna survive long on 4chan by saying stupid jokes that your little hugbox cuntsucking reddit friends would upboat. None of that here. You don't upboat. You don't downboat. This ain't reddit, kid. This is 4chan. We have REAL intellectual discussion, something I don't think you're all that familiar with. You don't like it, you can hit the bricks on over to imgur, you daily show watching son of a bitch. I hope you don't tho. I hope you stay here and learn our ways. Things are different here, unlike any other place that the light of internet pop culture reaches. You can be anything here. Me ? heh, I'm a judge.. this place…. this place has a lot to offer… heh you'll see, kid . . . that is if you can handle it…
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I'm quite flattered that someone took the time to preserve my post, but I'm not a scrote, nor am I SIGSEV. I'm just someone who's been telling the truth about millennials on all your favorite sites: 4chan, 8kun, 7chan. Pretty much anywhere that's been marked as "controversial" and "infamous" by the millennial handmaidens that constitute boomer legacy media, the pickmes who believe that the harder they simp for boomers, the better the chances that the wealth will finally trickle down. That's all it boils down to, really. You're all millennials with boomer envy, to paraphrase the womb envy talk. You hate being millennials. It shows in everything you do, you say. Why else do you gentrify youth culture and push Gen Z out of it?
I think it's funny that whenever I post the truth about millennials on these sites, I get called every name in the book: moid, foid, roastie, scrote, kike, shill, nigger, boomer, etc, etc. None of you have any actual arguments, you just cope and seethe because deep down, you know I'm right.
You. Know. I'm. Right.
It's why you will continue to lean on the "fact" that I am just some "scrote" butthurt that I got "banned" from Kiwi Farms, because the very idea that I have no connection to such a site, that I'm just a "normie" who got fed up with you Habsburg-jawed yokels shitting up every fucking thing you touch, doesn't click with you. What do you MEAN that the VAST majority of people are getting fucking tired of my generation ruining everything? Preposterous! Clearly, they'd all agree with us! WE represent the majority!
No, you don't.
You see, the vast majority of people in the world have never heard of sites like Something Awful, Kiwi/Lolcow Farms, 4chan, et cetera. Of those few who have most would have heard of them in passing and never interacted with them. Of those even fewer who have actually interacted with them only a slight fraction would ever have any sort of entrepreneurial aspirations, let alone involving them. The end result is that only a handful (0.0000000001%) of people would ever bother trying to run these places, resulting in an extremely tiny pool and the inevitable musical chairs of ownership. And that's before the incestuous nature of niche cliques, especially ones online where groups can sequester themselves far more easily comes into play. Not to mention the potential stigma from running these edgy sites in an ever-more sanitized internet. And then you get into the fact that the only people who'd ever use them are genetic dead-end elitist losers who don't really give a shit about any of this, they just want a hugbox where they can pretend that basic bitch life truths are "redpills," that they aren't just a bunch of speds that would be reviled by the majority.
In fact, have you ever noticed how melodramatic millennials like pic related are? They seem to believe that the world will end any moment now, and not only that, but they seem to share the exact same scenario as their so called "culture war" opponents do.
>All white people are gonna die/all LGBT-POCs are gonna die! Bush/Obama/Trump/Biden is gonna open up the death camps!
And they seem to share a mutual love of hypocrisy:
>Women should be pregnant and barefoot in the home. Them being allowed to vote ruined everything. But watch as I drop everything to bleat on about trannies in women's bathrooms and sports.
>Capitalists ruined the world, which is why I do not say anything about them or their working class victims, preferring to focus on irrelevant shit that has no bearing on anyone, not really. I simp hard for capitalists also, as I refuse to unite with THOSE critics of capitalism because reasons.
On and on it goes. You can come up with a variety of lines that these failed adults have brought up over the past decade or so. Nothing is more darkly funny than this: on one side of the spectrum, you have an entire group of people that, for a decade plus, believed the Status Quo was vile, disgusting, evil, every sort of phobic you could think of, only to simp as hard as possible for the Status Quo because of the Shanghai Sniffles. When the pandemic ends, they will revert back to their hatred for said Status Quo, but only within, as always, socially acceptable parameters. Whatever reminds them of their own complacency and apathy will be as quickly discarded as it is when you remind them that were it not for their normalization of obesity, among other things, the death toll in America wouldn't have been so high. They hate beautiful women in media, but routinely depict themselves idealistically in the same. My body, my choice, they say of abortion, but they insist Grid Girls, sex workers, etc are all patriarchy slaves. Rape culture is bad, but they believe that TERFs are fair game. POCs need to be protected, but their entire economy is literally built on the backs of POC
slaves. Cognitive dissonance is the opiate of the millennialoid masses.
On the other side of the spectrum, however, you have zoomerphobes who, while quick to condemn them for any little thing (MySpace was TOTALLY NOT as toxic
as TikTok, zoomer!) that they can think of, will remind the other side that zoomer lives matter, and that zoomers are gonna be mindfucked by the aftermath of the Coronapanic. They have routinely claimed that women voting doomed the West, but get triggered
by transwomen participating in women's sports they themselves never watched and always made fun of (this includes, ironically enough, a lot of women also). They make excuses for why their version of cancel culture (McCarthy, Dixie Chicks, etc) is not the same as that popular right now. They believe that tomboys are going extinct, but it's not because they care about tomboys outside of them making their peepees hard.
Together, they form an unholy alliance that is set to doom at least the next several decades - and they congregate on imageboards like this one. Now I could stop here and point out how the fact that Lolcow.Farm is an imageboard is proof enough that you're all men pretending to be women (which is why your first thought was to call me a moid/scrote, as if it was impossible for me to be a woman), but why are imageboards at all even such a thing?
You see, there's this group of millenials and older online, I'm sure you've heard of them?
>LIKE, OMG, EVERYTHING, LIKE, SUCKS THESE DAYS? I WISH I WAS, LIKE, BACK IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS, IGNORING ALL THE SOCIOCULTURAL PROBLEMS OF THAT TIME 'CAUSE, LIKE, THE MUSIC WAS, Y'KNOW, BETTER?
YouTube is chock full of them. They will literally rage to Hell and back if you even so much as happen to know the music they do, from something as silly as a glorified kids' toy (aka video game), movie, whatever. What? You got into the same music I like? NORMIE! CASUAL! FUCK OFF! You'd think this crowd would be happy to know the music they like was being popularized, but y'know what?
It was never about the music.
It was always about the elitism. It was always about being superior to somebody else. It was always about having supposed power and authority over others in the cheapest, laziest way possible.
And that's what I see with imageboard posters like yourselves.
You come onto imageboards, a place where you can finally be free from THEM: the NORMIES as you call them who dare to share the same interests as you do. You watch the same anime, play the same vidya, read the same books, cheer for the same sports teams, but YOU are somehow BETTER because you, like, GET it, man. See, it's not that no one actually cares about "muh quality" and just makes whatever they want with the sole purpose of GIMME MONEY! It's not like the point of capitalism is to make the most money possible, and thus instead of catering to the same old, same old bunch of obsessive autistic elitists, they open their creations up to get as many willing customers as possible. It's not that sports teams aren't just a bunch of rootless cosmopolitan millionaires who don't even care about rivalries anymore and are just there to collect a paycheck on the off chance they might win something someday at the behest of billionaire boomers whose only goal is to milk the working class.
It's that you GET it. You UNDERSTAND the finer points of cuckime, of "pro" sports, of Hollyweird. You GET it, dude! It's not that you're not the target audience anymore! It's not that there's no financial benefit to pandering to picky, ultra-frugal purists.
YOU. GET. IT.
And that's why people mock and belittle you.
You're not mentally ill. You're not doomers. You're not traditionalists. You're not Nazis, Fascists, whatever.
You couldn't really care less about any of the shit you talk about here. You're just like 4chan, "ladies." it's full of people who care more about the discussion than the thing they're discussing. Nobody on /co/ watches cartoons; nobody on /v/ plays video games; nobody on /fit/ lifts weights; and it's pretty much a given that nobody on /pol/ engages in politics or reads political theory. These people's enjoyment of the site comes solely from being a part of the in-group, repeating the correct opinions, regurgitating the shibboleths, finding "subtle" ways to convey their bitterness and misanthropy to a crowd of people who are just as empty as they are. It reminds me of an Ebert quote:
>A lot of fans are basically fans of fandom itself. It's all about them. They have mastered the Star Wars or Star Trek universes or whatever, but their objects of veneration are useful mainly as a backdrop to their own devotion. Anyone who would camp out in a tent on the sidewalk for weeks in order to be first in line for a movie is more into camping on the sidewalk than movies. Extreme fandom may serve as a security blanket for the socially inept, who use its extreme structure as a substitute for social skills. If you are Luke Skywalker and she is Princess Leia, you already know what to say to each other, which is so much safer than having to ad lib it. Your fannish obsession is your beard. If you know absolutely all the trivia about your cubbyhole of pop culture, it saves you from having to know anything about anything else. That's why it's excruciatingly boring to talk to such people: They're always asking you questions they know the answer to.
You're only here, posting whatever it is that you do, because you're desperate to maintain the fantasy that you're somehow better than everyone else. It's millenial fragility taken to its most logical conclusion: I was just pretending to be retarded, because I really want to believe I got those ribbons/trophies for a REAL reason. That they weren't just to shut my dopey ass up.
That's why you have, on 8kun's /doomer/ board, anons raging that their fellow goofs at Reddit adopted the doomer subculture. Because now they can't be doomers. They can't be doomers because someone else dares to share their tastes. Like the faggots on Kiwi who whine about their favorite franchises being so tainted that they go "well, I can stop being a fan now of something I once loved cause THESE people are fans now" like the scared pussies they are, they drop all interest in being doomers and revert to the one thing that no one will ever adopt en masse.
At last, fragile entitled millennials now have something to themselves without having to share it with, ugh, "NORMIES"! See, leftoids have it all wrong. Imageboardcels are not Nazis. They're pretending to be Nazis to keep up the charade of being unique and different. It's the male version of I'M NOT LIKE THOSE OTHER GIRLS bimbos who post about how different they are 'cause, like, OMG, I like, uh, camping, and stuff. Lolcow, however, is the reverse of this. Because "newfags" are prone to latch onto imageboards and "shit them up" as you're prone to believe, you decided that in order to preserve the totally "based/redpilled" nature of imageboards, you needed to find a way to shut 'em out. So what better way than to pretend you're all RadFem women? After all, no one likes radfem women. Nobody. It's just like Nazism! Now no one will dare come and disrupt your A-logging circlejerking over literal nobodies! Think about it, reasonably. As Nazism is the ultimate taboo ideology, you have finally found something normies will never touch. That's why you get really into SHILL and GLOW NIGGER talk when you know damn well it's just someone who disagrees with you on the other end. The Feds have more important fish to fry than some cornball pitching a retard fit about the most boring president of all time in Joe Biden or whatever. Yes. He's your president. Imagine living in a country where a literal casket race is your only option every four years. Totally not a sign of systemic corruption and ageist wealth hoarding, though. We love our boomers on imageboards! We love 'em because despite having stabbed the West in the back, they're white like we are! And on the other hand of the spectrum, you have a bunch of "radfem women" who post on Lolcow about how based and -pilled they are (isn't it funny how a bunch of women speak exactly like men?) in contrast to a bunch of nobodies (that only a bunch of men knew and talked about) and who, on threads dedicated to fetishes, post "fetishes" that are exactly like what happens in the average imageboardcel's favorite hentai. You literally expose yourselves so well, gentlemen. And don't get me started on the tranny shit, because it's hilariously obvious that you're just desperately trying to conjure up this image of the perfect redpilled women (see pic related). It's why the tradthot thread is my favorite to lurk on, because it makes it even MORE obvious. And that leads me to your fellow traditionalists: they are so lazy and inept to build their own lives, they'd rather leech off the successes of others. I see it all the time, words like WE'RE NOT SORRY plastered over Cortez at the Aztec capital - bitch, what? What do you mean we? YOU weren't there, were you? And remember that other picture I posted here? The one with a Roman, Viking, Spartan, etc saying REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE, DUDES! or whatever? It's not that Greco-Roman civilization had nothing in common with the northern barbarians called vikings, the ones whose sole claim to fame is that they went around raping and murdering other white people (sorta like y'all say black people do on the regular) before a certain Semitic religion came around, it's that well, they were all white, dude, so obviously they would've all liked each other AND our slacktivist nonsense. This is like saying dude, why do the Chinese, Koreans and Japanese hate each other, they're all Asian, right? Also, ever notice how the men are all uggo to average at best and find the most thotty of the tradthots to hook up with? Y'know, the most desperate of the pickme handmaidens? It's because they hate that they're just like everyone else, but they have to pretend how everyone else does it is OMG POZZED so they can maintain the illusion that they're better.
And that's why you come on imageboards.
Tradthots don't hate women. You don't hate men. You're all just desperate for a super secret club because deep down, you can't compete in the real world. You don't have anything going for you. You're just some guy. Mediocre at best with no personality, nothing to offer. You could die this very moment, and nobody would remember your name.
That's why you latch onto the idea of the "lolcow," which was never really funny. None of it was. Who the fuck cares about CWC, Amberlynn, Chantal, etc? Only those who feel the need to punch down, that's all.
You simply come here to feel better about yourself.
I come here to remind you that you are worthless.
I've seen it time and time again.
Anons telling newcomers not to bother posting on imageboards like 8kun's /doomer/ board, because they deep down know it to be true.
They ruined their lives solely to prop up their ego.
It's why you had shit like GamerGate. It wasn't that you already knew that journalism as a whole was, as Mencken put it, paltry and worthless from the get go, it wasn't that Zoe Quinn wasn't even a blip on the radar overall and would've been forgotten had you lot not pitched a retard fit over it, it's not that gaming was so thoroughly pozzed with microtransactions, locked on disc DLC, etc that Zoe Quinn sleeping around wasn't even a big deal in the first place, and it's certainly not that you're likely just too old for video games anyway but fear being "muh boring adult" so much, you stick around even if it's just to whine about them or that you're all just coomers who don't even give a fuck about games in the first place, you just want to jack off…
It's so that you could pretend you're in the know, dude! Like, maaaaan, open your mind! We KNOW the truth, the REAL truth!
ComicsGate was the same. It's not that comics are functionally obsolete in a world with limitless options for entertainment. It's not that adults pushed out all the kids and then started gatekeeping the mundane act of reading a fucking book so that the only ones interested were fellow autists (aka the SJWs), it's not that capeshit got stale as fuck by the eighties, it's not that manga is already everything you want and more….
It's ALSO so that you could play pretend.
>Dude, zoomers, man, social media has mindfucked them so hard. But us, raised on Meet-And-Fuck games on Newgrounds, 4CHAN, MySpace, etc? Man, we were, like, SANER, okay?
You know it and I know it. Go look at Dom Cruise on the Kiwi Farms. Go look at his alt, Syaoran Li, which he uses to flip flop between his pre-coronaposts of "boomers bad" to his post-coronaposts of "God Damn the Millennials" - you see it all the time. A bunch of millennials coping and seething with aging. You have literal users like JosephStalin, AnOnimous, ClownBrew and others pretending to be boomers like you do women, waxing and waning about the 80s as if the 80s were this perfect time where everyone was happy…I mean, the jokes about millennials being egotistical write themselves.
>NORMIES BAD!>Now hold on, why are normies' kids getting fucked over by COVID restrictions?
>WOMEN BAD!>Now hold on, why are their bathrooms and sports getting ruined?
>MEN BAD!>But let me tell you that, despite me claiming I'm a radfem, I have a fetish for being exactly like what rightoid incel scrotes think all women like me want to be: a fucktoy.
You millennials just can't help yourselves, can you?
And before someone says:
>Dude, if you're not from Kiwi, how do you know so much about it?
It's called lurking. It's called wondering what the fuck the big deal is. It's called laughing my ass off at how Joshua Connor Moon/Null is such a lolcow that he makes the entire site pointless because he's a bigger lolcow than literally anyone else on the site, even CWC himself.
I eagerly await the day y'all chug shotgun mouthwash once Gen Z hits voting age in 2028 and de-millennializes everything.(no1curr)
I ain't reading all that
I'm happy for u tho
or sorry that happened
While I appreciate the support, isn't it funny how you use that word? Based? Y'know, like the men on 4chan, etc? And isn't it funny how your entire schtick is a childish "no u iz duh 1 who droolz?" Foid becomes moid, roastie becomes scrote, and y'all don't see how childish this all is? Girls rule, boys drool!
You literally look like a childish spaz either way you slice it. Didn't y'all know that at your age, it's customary to stop acting like cooties are real? What, do you think Santa and the Tooth Fairy are too?
>We use their lingo like based and -pilled, we use their inflammatory language (moid/scrote), but trust us, we're totally NOT LIKE THEM.
Meanwhile, the vast majority of people would gas you both.
I wonder what y'all will do when imageboards like 4chan and Lolcow Farm, sites like the Kiwi Farms and ED, and others are all scrubbed from the internet sometime within this decade.
Probably not get the hint that you're not wanted and go back to shitposting on Reddit, a site which triggers
you all so much. Imagine being so irrationally angry over a site you don't even have to visit.
>b-b-b-b-b-b-but YOU are angry about Lolcow?!
Nah. I actually laughed my ass off when I saw that someone preserved my initial post. Even the even cringier millennialoids on Lolcow.org screenshotted it AND the initial "U IS BIG BAD SCROTE MEANIE!" response.
>Your message isn't worth my time, but I'm gonna reply anyway.
I'd suggest try harder next time, but I know how adverse you millennialoids are to working. It's why you blame women in the workplace or the glass ceiling for your own inability to contribute positively to your place of employment.
Also, can I just give a shoutout to the tradthot thread? Nothing's more hilarious then when people with no chance of ever getting married/in relationships talk about how the supposed marriage problems of others to come.>>819527
No one cares, and yet you took the time to reply? Which is it? If no one cares, why did you respond? Also, funny how you used a Disney gif - millennials just keep on exposing how they're stunted developmentally, stuck in their preteen years lmao.
To quote the anon above us:
I'm happy for u tho
or sorry that happened
Imagine being this agitated in the copy-paste thread. Must be exhausting.
Get well soon.
Words cannot express how much I hate Demi Lovato.
I grew up with camp rock fans around my school and reading about her made me livid because she always had anything in life.
She says that she was bullied in school, then she says she was homeschooled, then she started cutting, only to stop to get those horrible tattoos, she won awards for songs that arent' written by her (Skyscraper is written by Kerli Koiv, Let it Go…well, you know it) and overall, her song writing abilites are shit like "Really Don't Care" where she tried to pull a Taylor Swift and "Cool for The Summer" which is just her trying to brush off the disney image like Miley did.
She thinks rape is funny, one time she called and paid a prostitute to go up and basically grope one of her coworker's penis in his private hotel room when he didn't want to and she laughed about it on twitter, then she tried to cry about it saying "Waaaa why people are criticizing me!!! I'm so fragile!!! I'm staying strong!!!"
Not happy with her life, with all the money she could go to therapy or rehab, she decides to spend her teenager fans' money on drugs and overdose, then cry again about it.
She gets called out? She has already something ready to swipe that out under the rug.
Of all celebrities, which I don't care much I don't follow them anyway, everytime I see Demi Lovato on the news or trending I KNOW it's because she pulled some shit. She needs to stop being delusional, accept her carreer is over and retire with her family somewhere.
If Kanye is bipolar then everyone shits on him (and its well deserved) but Demi is bipolar too and she has pulled a LOT more than him but she's fragile uwu.
Frontal bone hon, parietal bone hon, temporal bone hon, occipital bone hon, sphenoid bone hon, ethmoid bone hon, mandible hon, maxilla hon, palatine bone hon, zygomatic bone hon, nasal bone, lacrimal bone, vomer bone, inferior nasal conchae, malleus hon, incus hon, stapes hon, hyoid bone hon, scapula hon, clavicle hon, sternum hon, rib hon, cervical vertebrae hon, thoracic vertebrae hon, lumbar vertebrae hon, humerus hon, radius hon, ulna hon, scaphoid bone hon, lunate bone hon, triquetral bone hon, pisiform bone hon, trapezium hon, trapezoid bone hon, capitate bone hon, hamate bone hon,metacarpal bones hon, proximal phalanges hon, intermediate phalanges hon, distal phalanges hon, coccyx hon, sacrum hon, ossa coxae hon, femur hon, patella hon,tibia hon, fibula hon, calcaneus hon, talus hon, navicular bone hon, medial cuneiform bone hon, intermediate cuneiform bone hon, lateral cuneiform bone hon, cuboid bone hon, metatarsal bone hon, proximal phalanges hon, intermediate phalanges hon, distal phalanges hon, sacral vertebrae hon, coccygeal vertebrae hon, ilium, ischium and pubis hon.
Is this Jmie Ol
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First of all I don’t know if this is how you post on here so if this goes to the wrong place….my apologies. Second, I’m normally against this kind of stuff. Like I don’t care that it exists it’s just not my cup of tea. But I wanted to talk on a platform that is seemingly more obvious importance to Shannon than her own YouTube platform.
Shannon. Don’t you dare apologize. We saw your community tab. It’s all “me, me me” but what about “them, them, them”?! Them as in the people you backstabbed. It’s no secret that Shannon was issuing posts here against herself and others to make her seem better. You’re not. You openly backstabbed people. You called peaches a “daughter like figure” but then continued to bad mouth peaches on this forum like she wouldn’t see it. You are an adult who is so two faced that the makeup company could sponsor you. Now I’m not going to get into every detail on here about the posts she made on here. If you look up her name on YouTube….it’s ALL there. My biggest concern is Shannon’s use of slurs towards the lgbt community and those who are disabled and the regular da of Emily Artfuls recent video.
Now before I give a Breif summary of that video I want to make a disclaimer. This is Emily’s story not mine. I will not go into detail because I wasn’t there it’s not my story to tell. Please go support Emily and leave a nice comment. She could really use it. You can hear in several points in her video where she is breaking down and it truly breaks my heart to see this woman who has come so far be so traumatized by Shannon and Anthony. I also want to put a topic disclaimer to those who are suffering with trauma, abuse, drugs, r*pe and paranoia. Please take care and be safe.
About 5 hours ago (of the time writing this) Emily Artful posted a video of how an ex of hers (Emily’s) abused her in both forms and kept encouraging her to not become sober while she was getting help. This ex, Anthony, eventually started dating Shannon. Anytime Shannon gets into trouble she brings up the fact she had to live in her car for a year or two in a “woah is me” manner. But this was her fault. Anthony was one of the people Shannon was homeless with. In one of his videos he states that being homeless was a CHOICE. they willingly became homeless to cut down on rent money. So shannon. When you willingly do something, don’t make it the root of al your problems. You are an adult, make choices like one. Emily goes on to mention how shannon stalked her along with Anthony and how it traumatized her so much that she felt like she needed a firearm to keep her safe. Again I’m not emily so I’m going to stop here by saying all the things Shannon and Anthony have done to her.
These things include:
Harassment (to the point of discussion of a restraining order)
R*pe (done by Anthony when Emily was under the influence)
Sabatoge (ruining job opportunities)
And just so much more.
Please I recommend you watch Emily’s video because this issue goes so much farther down the rabbit hole.
Before I sign off I do want to say that I will not be returning to this site. I don’t care if this gets deleted. I just wanted to make something important heard in a place that Shannon is well active on. And Shannon if you are reading this, grow up. Go ahead make a video about how everything is false or wipe of the screen for a bit. I do not care. I can’t believe I supported you for so long only to realize how two faced you are. I’m a 15 year old who can make better decisions than you. Ma’am you are an adult who is acting like this. An apology won’t fix your case. It probably would have been a different story if you were at an ignorant age in life (like me wow that’s crazy yet I don’t do the stuff you do). Because when your ignorant people seem to understand better. But no you are an adult.
Shannon you ruined your own career. You have no one to blame but yourself
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I love that post. She told no lies.
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This reminds me how much I hate that Grandpa in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He spends 20 years in bed. 20 years.. Why won’t he get out of bed? Because the fucking floor was too cold for his gnarled old feet. He sat on his wrinkled, smelly ass for two decades, smoking his pipe, living off his daughter’s hard work as a laundry wench. He just sat there, undoubtedly smelling of foul cabbage farts and old man stink. If he didn’t get out of bed, he probably had to use a bed pan to expel his watery cabbage shits. Charlie’s mom gets done washing Rich people’s shit-stained underwear for 14 hours, and what does she get to do? Sponge bathe an old, stinking man. The fucker couldn’t have even been old when he first got in bed. I mean, what did he do? Turn 50 and just crawl into bed and fucking quit on life? Because his FEET WERE COLD? Keep that all in mind, when you consider how he reacts to his grandson winning a tour of a chocolate factory. He sees this precious boy, who works to feed his aged ass, holding a golden ticket, and he starts to FUCKING DANCE AND CLICK HIS HEELS. Now, left to his own devices, Charlie just wins the factory, incident free. Those other little monsters all bite the dust, and but for that sack of fucking feces Grandpa, Charlie would have made it through the day clean as a whistle. But no. Grandpa just got out of bed for the first time in Charlie’s lifetime. What’s he decide to do? Steal. He decides the best thing he can do is make his grandson into a petty fucking thief for the sake of drinking magic La Croix.
Grandpa almost cost Charlie fabulous wealth and security for a soda.
And he isn’t even sorry about it. Wonka points out the devastation his detour from the visit to the factory will cost him, and Grandpa shouts at him. His bellowing isn’t even forceful or intimidating. His cries are the cries of a shriveled, weak old coward. He has no remorse for the harm he causes anyone. He is a heartless piece of shit sociopath. He does that disgusting thing old people do where they leave their mouth open for too long and then frown because they ran out of energy before they could bitch and moan about something that doesn’t matter. He is a lazy, fraudulent sack of human excrement. He is the devil on his grandson’s shoulder. He deserves to burn in hell for the rest of eternity.
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I literally JUST got into the shower and my dad knocks on the door and says he has to poop, so I tell him to just go poop. I don't care, it's gonna stink either way, and I have places to go. He REFUSES and tells me to hurry up so I have no choice but to get out of the shower and now sit and wait for this fucking idiot finish. What is so hard about taking a shit while your daughter showers?? We have an opaque curtain. We're not a weird incestuous family??? Just take your shit and go, everyone knows I take long ass showers.
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Judging by your wording you don't accept reality of biological chemistry of female and male brains that's obvious to any observer, except you of course.
You'll just call it sexist.
But you know what? You ask a question about sexes and that's the kind of answer you're going to get, single digit IQ retard.
Don't have audacity to think you're smart.
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> I’ve watched so many videos on this and it’s just gobsmacking to me. It’s fucking bonkers (side note/disclaimer: I am not Shannon, I just happen to use the word “bonkers” and the term “my dude” a lot and know she also uses them. The fact that I feel the need to say this is in of itself kinda sad but I do not want ANYONE mistaking me for this literal creep).
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You will never be a real dragon. You have no wings, you have no horde, you have no keratin. You are a mortall man twisted by demons and causality into a crude mockery of the Astral Plane’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Apostles mock you. The Godhand are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “comrades” laugh at your sauropodian appearance behind closed doors.
Humans are utterly repulsed by you. A thousand of years of church doctrine have allowed humans to sniff out demons with incredible efficiency. Even Apostles who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural. Your corundum armor is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a strong warrior to battle you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of the gaping, evil gash in your soul.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll fight the Black Swordsman, job, and be sucked into the raging vortex. Griffith will find you, annoyed but relieved that he no longer has to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. He’ll bury you with the rest of his fallen Apostles, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a demon is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably not a dragon.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
From Shayna's thread: >>>/snow/1259607
Picture yourself in a chair on Twitter
With a menagerie of whores and tranny cries
Somebody DMs you, you answer quite slowly
A hog with swollen rat eyes
Unfathomable boils of yellow and green
Not showering her greasy head
Look for the hog with no sun in her eyes
And she's gone
[Threatening to leave Oklahoma for Fupa's attention again]
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
Follow her down to a brewery by the bathroom
Where disgusted morose people watch her eat several marshmallow pies
Womack smiles as she waddles past to the marijuana edibles
That help her grow so incredibly wide
Unsuspecting Ubers appear at the store
Waiting to take her away
Climb in the back asking for you to reimburse her out loud
And you're gone
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
Shaynus on the fly with swollen rat eyes
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Ok girl I know you just love dating my sloppy seconds but how do you seem to have a nose to literally sniff out my fiancé at a show and try to rub up on him in the mosh pit!!! Yeah he’s good at moshing he’s freaking old dude haha go back to fucking my exes and get off of my fucking man!? I’m sorry N has a small dick and is too lame to come to shows but that doesn’t mean you have to start talking up my fiancé after he literally keeps pushing your thot ass away on the dance floor? You’re the only girl at the show dressed like a literal prostitute and it’s honesty desperate looking when anyone who knows you knows your man won’t be seen out in public with ya. I know you saw me standing there with my drink but what you don’t know is I have pics archived of your fucking fursona OPs and FURSUIT you posted on your “private” Instagram in 2015 hoe!! My man and I laugh at you behind your back and just bc youre hot with huge tits you love to rub on dudes at every opportunity doesn’t mean you aren’t a fucking loser ass poser. You’ve been a slut since we were 14 and it’s just getting old at this point dude. Don’t forget N was hopping in my dms asking for me back after he found out I was getting engaged! I’m sorry he’s a pig, trust me, I remember! How do you have a literally magnetic attraction to every man I’ve ever been with!!! We are not the same honey!!!! Go yiff somewhere else and find your own curly haired man.
Misanthropy is a super edgy new mode of political thought formed by the greatest aspergian minds of Reddit and other dens of shitposting.
Basically, they hate their own species and believe that humanity is overrated, but only if they're in charge, because mommy said they were smart.
Common themes in their circles are nerd culture references, conspiracy theories about evil socialists, and total pig-fuck ignorance of humanity, politics, science, and pretty much everything.
These guys are a perfect blend of 2edgy and pathetic. Their biggest media outlets are wordpress blogspot,facebook and reddit, they're prone to infighting, everything about them screams incompetence. It's like if stalin and Chris-Chan had the worst baby ever.
I'm so glad my parents wanted me and planned to have me, especially my mom. She wanted a daughter so much and always loved me to bits, she calls me her wish come true. She would do anything for me, I love her so much. My dad is pretty cool too but not as cool as my mom.
I feel so bad for people like you who were oopsie babies, band aid kids, or only born because their dad knocked up a random woman in an attempt to make his life have meaning or whatever. Even when I was a kid, I could tell which classmates were happy little accident or planned for wrong reasons. You'll never know what it's like to have loving parents like mine and will probably try to overcompensate by having lots of kids of your own to fix what your parents broke, but it won't work.
You can brag about living in the capitol in a big appartement with your soycuck bf if you like, you can laugh about me being ugly and poor and pretend youre better than me, but your parents still won't love you.
Obviously I don't say these things out loud because I do not want to be mean, my parents taught me manners unlike yours, but I do truly feel blessed, seeing all the fuck ups like you in the world makes me appreciate my parents more. No matter what happens in life, Ill always be my mom's beautiful little wish come true. And you won't. Seethe and cope.
Kiwi Farms is a bad website filled with assholes that go after people with autism and make absolute bullshit of them! Not talking about CWC since he did do some shit, no, I mean everyone else. They are hypocrites that stalk and dox people! Those assholes are literally wanting me to go "attack" them for their own sick amusement, but I will not give them that, instead, I will make everyone hate everyone on that shitty website! They are literally nazis but way worst! What I mean is, they are absolute pricks that just love ruining lives! There's literally fucking petitions to having that site shutdown because it's rotten and people apparently killed themselves because of that shit site! This shit is serious! I honestly won't be surprised if those assholes celebrate over people killing themselves since they literally don't stop and think about what the hell will happen if they ruin that person's life! If those assholes see this and think "oh, boo hoo, whatever lolcow! Autistic People deserve this, doxxing is wrong but we'll dox you anyway because we're fucking hypocrites!", this is proof they are insensitive dipshits. Where will they end up in the future? Probably in jail on a death sentence for making someone kill themself after ruining their entire fucking life! They will be in court and the victim's family would be there, absolutely pissed off that they are the reason the victim killed themself! Even the lawyer wouldn't help them because they literally deserve to get it for being insensitive bastards. They even talking about what was done in the past, the same time you probably learned from your fucking mistakes and never do it again. They just want to ruin lives! Those assholes can't talk shit about us all if we expose them for the disgusting rats they are! What will their defense be? "Oh they are all Autistic, so don't listen to them!", people will want to fuck them up anyways since they are assholes to people with autism the most. Only assholes who believes that autism is a disease will believe them. But since there's smart people out there that believes it isn't a disease, then they failed. The assholes failed.
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I am not here to try and 'convert' anyone but rather to help you come to your own realisation that you too are a victim.
As a vegan I only want to share peace, love and compassion with not only the animals but all of you humans alike, regardless of your choices, diets or beliefs.
While the majority remain victims to the invisible belief system of carnism, we will never truly continue to evolve as a species and will ultimately become the victims of our own self destruction.
I myself was a victim to carnism less than a year ago, since then I have learned to not only see the truth but act on it with awareness, compassion and justice.
Read on, you might just learn something about yourself…
Carnism runs counter to core human values, such as compassion and justice. Most people wouldn’t willingly violate these values and support unnecessary violence toward other sentient beings. Therefore, carnism—like other oppressive systems, such as patriarchy and racism—uses a set of psychological defense mechanisms that distort our thoughts and block our natural empathy, so that we act against our values without fully realizing what we’re doing. In other words, carnism conditions us not to think and feel.
Carnistic defenses hide the contradictions between our values and behaviors, so that we unknowingly make exceptions to what we would normally consider unethical.
The primary defense of carnism is denial: if we deny there’s a problem in the first place, we don’t have to do anything about it. Denial is expressed largely through invisibility, and the main way carnism remains invisible is by remaining unnamed: if we don’t name carnism, we can’t question it.
The victims of carnism are also invisible. These victims include the trillions of farmed animals who remain out of sight and therefore out of public consciousness; the increasingly damaged environment; the exploited and often brutalized meatpackers and slaughterhouse workers; and the human consumers who are at increased risk for some of the most serious diseases in the industrialized world and who have been conditioned to turn off their hearts and minds when it comes to eating animals.
Another carnistic defense is justification. The main way we learn to justify eating animals is by learning to believe that the myths of meat, eggs, and dairy are the facts of meat, eggs and dairy. These myths are expressed largely through the Three Ns of Justification: eating animals is normal, natural, and necessary. Perhaps not surprisingly, these same arguments have been used to justify other oppressive systems, such as those that give rise to male dominance and heterosexual supremacy.
Carnism uses a set of defenses that distort our perceptions of meat, eggs, and dairy and the animals we eat so that we can feel comfortable enough to consume them. We learn, for example, to view farmed animals as objects (we refer to the chicken on our plate as something, rather than someone) and as abstractions, lacking any individuality or personality (we assume that a pig is a pig and all pigs are the same), and to create rigid categories in our minds so that we can harbor very different feelings and carry out very different behaviors toward different species (cows are for eating and dogs are our friends).
Carnistic defenses are both powerful and fragile. They have a powerful impact on us when we’re unaware of them, but they lose much of their power when they’re made visible. So when we recognize carnistic defenses, we’re better able to make food choices that reflect what we authentically think and feel, rather than what we’ve been taught to think and feel.
Secondary Carnistic Defences
Secondary carnistic defenses are the special defenses that exist to invalidate veganism. They do so by invalidating vegans, vegan ideology (beliefs and practices), and the vegan movement as a whole. Secondary defenses hide or distort the truth about veganism so that we remain unaware of important facts, and we don’t trust the facts we do become aware of. Secondary defenses make us resist the very information that would free us from the carnistic box we don’t even realize we’re in.
For example, in popular culture, vegans are typically portrayed as biased, so that we tend to distrust the information that vegans share (of course, carnistic bias is deeply ingrained in mainstream culture, but this fact is rarely, if ever, recognized). Vegans are also often portrayed as overly emotional (and therefore irrational), moralistic, and radical—all stereotypes that serve to discredit the vegan message. By shooting the messenger, carnism makes it less likely that the message—which directly challenges the validity of carnism—will be heard.
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Is it possible to leave the #BobMob? I grew up poor in the mean streets of Boston. It was hard times and some evenings my brother and I didn't have so much as a quarter pounder to share. I always saw the Bobsters about town with their sharp Nintendo jackets. Nobody was messing with them and I knew I wanted that respect. I wanted to be somebody. I started hanging around the Blockbusters they frequented. Eventually one noticed me, little did I know it was Don Roberto himself. It started small, with burger runs and saving places in line. Time went on and before long I was running light guns and power gloves, but I didn't care. I was in Don Bob's good graces and I was made. Super Mario Bros 3 by day and Mountain Dew chicken at night. NOBODY messed with the mob. That was until inspector Ellis made her move. Don Bob always assured us that we didn't need to worry about Ellis, that they were good friends. They had met at a "meeting" several years ago. He even proudly displayed a photo of the two of them on his desk, to let everyone know Ellis was on the take. Little did we know that Ellis was playing her own game. One day people started treating me differently, walking down the street people would bump into me and every fast food worker started demanding payment. It wasn't long before I found out what was going on. Ellis had declared open season on Don Bob and the boys. I'm scared bros. I think I want to take a deal before they come after me, but I don't know what the mob will do. Is it even possible to "retire"?
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Blood in blood out. Its what you earned
Lori Lewd/Usagi Kou by far is the only cow I've ever felt a real hatred towards side from obvious ones like rapists and such. The fact she's gotten away with sexual coercion, emotional blackmail, physical abuse, bullying kids as an adult publicly, stealing money, stealing money from people doing charitable work, lying about abuse to get money, etc. The list goes on forever and goes back about 20+ years. Now more than ever, she's gaining popularity again and I keep seeing cosplayers and friends sharing her stuff and idolizing her. It drives me insane because I can't say anything. I can't out myself as a farmer or say anything negative because it makes you automatically look "jealous" with a "vendetta". The fact we can't criticize cows who are adults without being accused of personal turmoil drives me insane. Like, okay, you dumb cunts, believe the pedophile bait shoops. Buy clothes using her code, give her all your money and then wait for the day her past drops AGAIN. I really hope these idiots do fund her psychotic life so later they feel like horrible people for enabling a rapist and abuser. I hope that guilt stays because they are fucking retards and directly responsible for enabling the delusions and abuse. I fucking despise Lori, well beyond the point of a-logging. She's the epitome of a real life villain. Old, bitter, revenge driven, abusive in all senses, vapid, degenerate and Machiavellian. She does so much active harm and it's waved away like encouraging self-infantilization among women. Half her simps are fucking zoophile lolicons anyway. She happily accepts their money and free advertising like it doesn't show her condoning that kind of degeneracy. Her whole "i'm sexually liberated as a disabled latina because I don't believe in the puritanical aversion to taboos or promiscuity" mindset makes me want to eat lead. Again, people who could be good people are drawn to her more with each day that passes and I hate the fact I'm just watching these people sink to her level without knowing just how rotten and black her soul is. She is quite literally a parasite in every sense of the word and would 100% die without a host. I want to watch this woman lose everything and be registered as a sex offender because its what should fucking happen. Lori deserves everything that is happening to her, including Kevin's abuse, and she deserves everything that is coming. I don't know what it is, but I hope it knocks her all the way back to Square One. Fucking hag pedophile cunt. Then she has the audacity to claim autism when confronted about her weird pedobaiting and childlike behavior act. I'm retarded but I'm not a monster like you, you pedophile. People like her speaking for autistic women and using that as a reverse card boils my blood. God, please with all your divine might, smite this fucking cunt so hard she loses her cognitive abilities and is trapped in a body where all she can do is reflect on what a waste of space and human flesh she is.
Suffer, Lori. Suffer forever. You made this bed now fucking lie in it. Your clock is ticking with an urgency and I take great personal pleasure in your public degradation. You pain brings me so much joy.
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I am unhealthily preoccupied with someone. I am filled with a new emotion, knowing he even exists. He is endlessly fascinating in a very objective sense. When I think about him I'm overcome with a cold sweat and nausea. It's like his existence is doing psychic damage on me. I wish I could erase him from my consciousness and go back to ignorance. He is the main character, he is quite literally a genius. He's been acknowledged by scientists and institutions of his extremely rare ability. He is as close as Earth has to a vampire… or an alien, or a biblical entity, or a chosen one. By finding out about him one is abruptly tossed into the role of an NPC. Other people I know who know him also talk about this phenomenon; this realization that they are just… extras. Some people kill themselves, he breaks their reality. Or they get obsessed with him, want to be as close to him as possible. Or they're like me, and they just feel full of dread and admiration and endless fascination. It's like, witnessing something immortal, something unfathomable, like a black hole, something. It's embarrassing, but he's made me consider science fiction. Is he a time traveler? An alien? God himself? Of course, he's likely just a biological anomaly, something that happens every century or so by coincidence. A human, with a disease. I'm bad at writing so I just sound like a teenager talking about Edward Cullen. But I don't want to sleep with him. I don't love him or want him to like me. Maybe I want to experience everything he has ever seen, or bottle up his being and observe it for eternity. Maybe, selfishly, I want him to not exist, so I could get rid of this hollowness. I want to stop thinking about him, but he is tied to everything. He has touched everything, in some way, on accident, like a mold. Inb4 take pills.
It was just such a contradiction that I couldn't tell if it was a deliberate joke.
Men like women for their bodies…not shallow. We like celebs for their fame/talent and for doing well in life and being popular… so very shallow and gross, k
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So I don't know if you think these personality things are a bit of 'fun' but you seriously need to take a step back and think of the bigger picture. Think about it. Look at the purse you just bought her, that is not fucking appropriate. Your ISTP compelled you to make the most atrocious decision you could make. Did you mean for this to happen? No! You thought it was a cute purse. But of course, you don't align with her personality. So how could you have known this was bad? And you see OP, the two of you are seriously going to struggle with this personality difference. You can't even buy a simple purse for her for crying out loud.
it's actually from /fa/ but I thought of this thread when I read it
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Since your comment is quite, ah, length and tedious, I am going to hijack your comment to answer many queries regarding myself. I would apologize, but your comment will remarkably improve by the sheer existence of mine.
I indite this from the depths my humble abode in order to pierce through the blinding haze of your ignorance and give you a deeper inquisition toward me, per se. I am the doyen of Machiavellian philosophy and solipsism. I am an intrinsic INTJ. My idol is Neji Hyuga. You see, I'm an old soul imprisoned in a young body, my elegant mind is as rusted as the silver moon. A macabre soul consumed by an unloving touch under the control of envy, the primal fire which passes through time and human existence.
I am the only child of cunning. I am the son of the lonely supreme. My soul is a flaming furnace that will not be quenched. My feet are the wind. My step is the hurricane. My path is the storm, and my fate is whatever it may be. My name is the roaring demon. My eyes are burned to the foggiest slits. My soul is a broken vessel, gushing over the edge of a dragon's eye. My senses keen and quite refined. My intelligence is unachievable by the mere fact of humanity. My body is a sealed loop of untarnished iron. My heart is a stainless steel spiked shell, protecting a raging inferno of chaotic wildfire. It is a massive firework, exploding a million times in a single comment, brighter than a thousand suns. The few who experience this are blown away by the brilliant display. I see a gleaming flash, and then a dull thunder of sound… I feel a fear like no other in the world and I am instantly rendered powerless. I feel that this is the end of the world and I am doomed to die. All I can do is stare in horror, my cynical heart fills with dread, and then pass on to a different life. My soul perturbed by the inevitable death of my body and tainted by hatred and anger and all the curse of the void. My spirit is already on its way to the black mist and the black clouds, and my choice is this: become the first of a new kind, or be left alone in the uninviting darkness, forever.
I am the very vision of hell; the superlative synthesis of everyman, hero, and perfection. I am the last of a dying race of excellence. The vestige of an extinct species of humans left to their own devices in the benighted desert of ignorance. I am the forever young, a series of hectic birth and future death events, to come to an eventual end.
I am the founder of a super race of the deathless, a race of the supermen, the omnipotent and omniscient. I am the prodigy. I am the omnipotent poet. I am the creator of worlds. I design in my mind a new universe. Paradise lost, begotten from my own desire. A cosmos where I truly belong. One where I can ascend beyond the cruel imperfections of human nature. There's no reason to hide, and I theoretically envisage how I can carry out such gratuitous crudeness in this alternate reality… I can finally break free from the shackles which bind me to this torturous existence of humanity… my hatred…
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Listen, this is important. I need to change the record on something, but the thread in question was locked. I don't especially want to further the Komaeda penis discourse, because every time an anon says that he has a tiny dick it literally, physically pains me, but this is ultimately more important than my wellbeing.>>>/ot/864875
Saying that Komaeda has a micropenis is slander. I appreciate your creativity and imagination and it's clear that you've thought about it and paid attention to the source material, but you're fucking wrong.
I have revised my views on both his dick and balls in the last six months:
His balls are probably a bit saggy and dark pink. Proper man balls, but still not hairy. The odd sprouting hair at most. I imagine the skin texture on them to be that of a plucked goose.
As for his shaft, I have reason to believe that he does in fact have a large penis, in contrast to my original vision of a 6.5in length. I think it's probably about 8 inches erect, and not a skinny dick either - nicely girthy. The reason for this is that in-world, other characters find him creepy and repellent despite noting his physical beauty (e.g. Genocider Syo calling him a pretty boy in UDG). It would be just Komaeda's luck for him to have a beautiful, perfect penis but nobody who wants to go near it. Another cruel joke played on him by fate.
I still picture his cock to be a beautiful pearly pink which gets progressively darker towards the tip. Delicate blue veins. Slightly curved upwards in a way that nudges against the g-spot.>>>/ot/864869
I also feel compelled to briefly talk about this headcanon. How the fuck is he going to have freckles on his cock? He's not whipping it out nearly enough to have freckles. I have face freckles, but I don't have any on my vulva because freckles are literally just fashionable sun damage.
Mushroom heads are fucking gross, too. He'd have a nice delicate tip, and though I don't have any solid basis to make that assertion, I just know. I feel it in my pussy.
The only unpleasant thing I realised recently though, when I was writing about the state of his cum as Servant, is that he probably had a lot of smegma at that time. I can't imagine him really washing his cock very often, given his blatant disregard for his body and well-being. That said, I still can't honestly say that I would turn him down.
Don't reply with your personal penis headcanons, I don't want to hear them because I know that I am correct. Inb4 "teehee komaeda has a micropeen", don't fucking try me. I won't sperg harder, it won't be funny, but I will probably get very annoyed IRL and struggle to sleep.
YES I am serious about this. NO I am not autistic
Men never cease to be incredibly retarded and incompetent are everything they do, that is why they die younger than women. Taking risks isn’t smart or intelligent, it’s a checkboard of criminal and impulsive behavior. Did you know that men in general are so fat, ugly, misshapen and weak without a woman around? It would be impossible for them to survive without killing each other and turning into homosexuals for sex. Men start as women as the womb, and develop a genetic disease that turns them male, flattened breast, narrow hips, disgusting and unbalanced body structure. Even a female with the most fridgedaire refrigerator looking body still triumphs this world sprawled with diseased men. Komaeda, a roach looking 2D moid, has more worth than you. You have a failed clit hanging inbetween your legs, get the fuck out. You can’t give birth or sustain life, isn’t it odd that with these facts that women are still second class citizens? Crazy right?
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I'll have you know that I own 2 helocopters and have many body guard. I was in fact not scratching my asshole and if you spread that information to any other chippette or chipmuk then I will have you privately exterminated.
Love, Vanessa(USER HAS BEEN PUT OUT TO PASTURE)
uhh im im making a the the the the video that i said i sais i said gon gon gonna make of that teddies stuffies makers uhhh the all the um the mini collection that I got! I got a mini collection I got like a hundred, i got like a hundred more stuffies gggotta love a lot of them but i cant film em all because i got um a bunch a bunch of bags and but these i got em all downstairs so these are I can show you these, these ones. i got my unicorn horn, i got this pal say Hi his name is Samantha
hello samantha uh uh g glet lets uh start i got uh shhhhh clicks teeth dont know which one to start start start start starter starter starter started uh its raining you hear that guys? its raining A S M R uhm im very excited im very excited t t talking thats why im stuttering so much. im very excited usually i dont stutter stutter in uh a mutter in a gutter in a the uh the a bad gutter. usually im not this jittery wittery dittery but im uh very excited so mmm okey doke! uh lets start with these little (basics???) lets start with this one….. Aaaahh 2020! its uhh Valentines say stuffie, it has princess because thats me the princess. um thats one i also got this one uh another valentines day one this is worm caterpillar worm buddy worm buddy worm buddy caterpillar worm buddy Valentines day I got him i got to choose walmart, got to choose walmart in store walmart so i got to choose this little buddy. got to choose that little buddy. This one it is its Peppa do you see? do you see can you see it is Peppa this is Peppa uh we Peppas got stuffie, shes got a funny funny fuckin head, got a funny head but uh I uh when I watch peppa the peppa pig pep pep pep peppa i sit with this, i sit with this gal. so Ugghrrr peppa. then i got a piggy. this is a little tiny piggy he aint got no name got no name name name name name name i got no name for him but i love pigs. i love pigs. and i also love big old gator boys, big old gator boys. this is gator his name is gator ahhh hello gator gator gator…. this is the secondth this uh this aint second this is the 1 2 3 4 this is a millionth.. a millionth and a billionth. This is rat buddy
Well, Ohhh its not a rat its a mouse irs a mouse i got him for my birthday Mouse buddy mouse buddy doo doo doo this is my mouse buddy. now comes for whispers incoherently This is my bag where I keep the special stuff uh the special stuffies in the muffies and the cuffies and the buddies. i got the special ones here. these are my favorites and the new ones AAnd lets start this is I forgot her name. I got the memory of a goldfish. its a real badder memory badder memory than the badder. and this is got crinkly ears and watch this! aaah love her, we love her. This is my other unicorn this is my 1st unicorn i have displayed, and i think her name is Penelope i think the name came of pen pen el nel nel nelope. this is sheepy ive had sheepy for a while now sheepys wool shes wool she aint that soft but uh sheepy is uh uh sheepys real good, good stuff This is another unicorn my dad got me this one and i forget her name too ugghhh this is a precious moments I think thats real nice, real nice precious moments. this is not a unicorn this is a kitty witty kitty cat ahh its so soft the most softest jujuju beautiful then softer than this one comes also from the same company, this is a company company company company company buddy buddy buddy. uh uh uhhh uh a unicorn also got a little tail got a little sticker ticker ticker wicker He got horn like me, important detail. and one more we only got 1 more buddy, we got 1 more little buddy.. we got one more little buddy. ahhh Teeny tiny little eyes you cant really see him but hes a unicorn, oh my goodness hes a unicorn. and thats all i got for stuffies
Pitfall! by David Crane was released in 1982. In a direct sense, it had been a project of Crane’s since 1979. Crane famously described the design process as “I sat down with a blank sheet of paper and drew a stick figure in the center. I said, "Okay, I have a little running man and let's put him on a path. Where is the path? Let's put it in a jungle. Why is he running?" And Pitfall! was born. This entire process took about ten minutes. About 1,000 hours of programming later, the game was complete.”
The thematic overtones of the game seemed to have come to Crane almost automatically, by his own admission, and the way that the game came together without any serious forethought being put into that creation process it shows how thoroughly these neo-colonial ideas of the mighty explorer, bravely exploring an unseen jungle are embedded into our culture. Not only is Pitfall! itself an uncritical celebration of the Western world’s colonial legacy, but the game itself has left the platforming genre and gaming as a whole in the habit of empowering the colonizer and demonizing the colonized. Sometimes metaphorically, and oftentimes literally. The Pitfall games on the Atari 2600 are not the only games to utilize this colonial legacy, but they are among the first and the most influential in perpetuating that legacy in many games which came after.
There has always been a propensity in societies for more aggressive cultures to seize the territory and resources of people groups who are not able to resist them. Empires, then sovereigns, and our modern nation-states have all engaged in colonial exploitation at one point or another.
China expanded and solidified its hegemony over enormous swathes of land and peoples for over 2,000 years. The Roman Empire expanded and conquered and then managed to hold onto most of Europe for thousands of years. But these were regional, hegemonic powers, the types which are easily to simulate in games like Civilization or Total War because they’re one geographically homogenous piece of arbitrary territory which one group is able to dictate political control. This is not the type of colonialism in which the events of Pitfall! are taking place.