I just want you to all know that you are actual faggots, You have no life outside of this fictional persona that you have created in this fucked up cyberspace that you have adopted as your home and, just like in real life, cluttered with trash, filth, and your own shit.
I bet you're thinking right now "Lol, OP is a troll" and I bet after I said that you're gonna sarcastically post that to seem funny, but the truth is, you're not.
None of you are funny. You never have been. Outside of the internet this entire website is viewed as the shithole that it really is. Hell, even IN the confines of the internet it is still viewed as that. All of any of you do is spend your day posting non-funny jokes, making shitty photoshops even though you have no real talent in graphics, and typing on your crappy little computer that your parents bought you to shut you up for a while.
You are not anonymous. You are not legion. You are actually just faggots. You will forgive and forget once you step to someone in real life and get your ass kicked up and down the street while you're praying that you never left the safety of your bedroom.
In Real Life, None of you would last. None of you have girlfriends. None of you have FRIENDS. None of you have any real positive attributes or talent. You serve no purpose on this world other than merely existing and eating your own weight in cheetos, twinkies, redbulls, and hot pockets. The only solution is mass suicide. Kill yourself. now.
Allow me to play doubles advocate here for a moment. For all intensive purposes I think you are wrong.
In an age where false morals are a diamond dozen, true virtues are a blessing in the skies. We often put our false morality on a petal stool like a bunch of pre-Madonnas, but you seem to be taking something very valuable for granite. So I ask of you to mustard up all the strength you can because it is a doggy dog world out there. Although there is some merit to what you are saying it seems like you have a huge ship on your shoulder. In your argument you seem to throw everything in but the kids Nsync, and even though you are having a feel day with this I am here to bring you back into reality. I have a sick sense when it comes to these types of things. It is almost spooky, because I cannot turn a blonde eye to these glaring flaws in your rhetoric. I have zero taller ants when it comes to people spouting out hate in the name of moral righteousness. You just need to remember what comes around is all around, and when supply and command fails you will be the first to go.
Make my words, when you get down to brass stacks it doesn't take rocket appliances to get two birds stoned at once. It's clear who makes the pants in this relationship, and sometimes you just have to swallow your prize and accept the facts. You might have to come to this conclusion through denial and error but I swear on my mother's mating name that when you put the petal to the medal you will pass with flying carpets like it's a peach of cake.
Joshua Ramirez
The sad part is there are boomer retards on this board foolish enough to fall for this copypasta
Awesome post, bro. Suddenly I realized that instead of a wife who doesn't drink and two kids, I want to have a fake tan, carry around a bottle of vodka, and take pictures with New Jersey bleached blondes.
Benjamin Martin
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills.
I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words.
You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands.
Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment 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 idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it.
You are walking in the park one day, when you come across a package on a bench. You pick up the package and open it up. Inside of the package is a small child. “Huh” you think as you seal the package and put it back down on the bench. You walk a few paces until you accidentally nudge something. The same package lies at your feet. You look back and see the package that you just put on the bench is truly not there. You again pick up the package and open it up. Inside of the parcel is you. “Huh” the small child thinks as he seals the package and puts it back down on the bench. He walks a few paces until he accidentally nudges something. The same package lies at his feet. He looks back and sees that the package that he just put on the bench is truly not there. He again picks up the package and opens it up. Inside of the parcel is cramped. No light shines through the odd smelling paper. Suddenly, you feel a jerking sensation as you tumble around the package. Suddenly a bright beam of light pierces into your eyes. “Huh” you hear the person whisper to themselves. As soon as you were lifted to the heavens, you are shoved back down. You spiral down the shaft of never ending darkness never ending, never starting. You get bumped, waking you out of your nightmares. You lie shivering for what seems like a year, until finally you are able to feel the warmth and love of the sun and light. You stare up looking for your master and he is there. Stark against your background, you mutter “Huh” and put the envelope that was just picked up back down. You walk in a different direction this time, back to your apartment. On the way there, you pass by someone sleeping on a bench “Huh” he mutters looking up at a walking envelope. Slightly confused the man falls back asleep and when he wakes up, he’s in a dark room. A weight squeezes down on the man, you push down on the envelope, sealing it. You decide that a good place to mail the package will be to the park.
Parker Hughes
What's so great about taking pictures in a bar with bar sluts?
