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rainbow
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alright im off to school guys see you later
Garry Unilever Nealson
my content is burning in hell because my content is better
QuickSlaughter
Garry Unilever Nealson
I say and look like this all at once
Loot
Loot
gay niggers in my backyard
Garry Unilever Nealson
aren't you gay yourself
Loot
everyone here is gay and hates themselves
Loot
im not projecting because everything i say is true
Huge Giuspepe
Yipee!
Garry Unilever Nealson
I'm going around posting images of what Gemini AI spat out onto random people's profiles
Garry Unilever Nealson
this website is my echo chamber and I'm proud
This is a forum for free thinkers and honest discussion, albeit.
Dagonet
Faf
Garry Unilever Nealson
but do you think freely and have honest discussion?
supersage
I am close minded constantly sardonic...... so I'd say that fits the bill.
Line up for punches if you want to understand the joke.
And so I did; I thought I would be belly laughing, but instead I got gut punched and was wheezing profusely. Everybody else was too, so I assume the joke was highly effective. Though, I didn't find it very funny. I couldn't understand what the joke was. Everybody else claimed he was "rolling with the punches" and everytime he "took a crack at it", "it was a constant hit", but I still didn't get it.
And although it cost more, you had to have insurance and sign a piece of paper saying, "You won't sue him for any long-term damage brought on by the joke." He also offered services like punching you directly in the spine. Some people were crying so hard they were on the floor; some were paralysed with laughter, or so they claimed. I decided that I wanted to get punched in the noggin; if I got hit hard enough, then anything could be seen under the guise of humour. What else did I have left to lose?
Two concussions later and I realised, "The punchline was that we were a part of his punching line." What a waste of time, both with him and the routine trips to hospital.
And so I did; I thought I would be belly laughing, but instead I got gut punched and was wheezing profusely. Everybody else was too, so I assume the joke was highly effective. Though, I didn't find it very funny. I couldn't understand what the joke was. Everybody else claimed he was "rolling with the punches" and everytime he "took a crack at it", "it was a constant hit", but I still didn't get it.
And although it cost more, you had to have insurance and sign a piece of paper saying, "You won't sue him for any long-term damage brought on by the joke." He also offered services like punching you directly in the spine. Some people were crying so hard they were on the floor; some were paralysed with laughter, or so they claimed. I decided that I wanted to get punched in the noggin; if I got hit hard enough, then anything could be seen under the guise of humour. What else did I have left to lose?
Two concussions later and I realised, "The punchline was that we were a part of his punching line." What a waste of time, both with him and the routine trips to hospital.