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/luth/ - wipcacaing & rambling

more of a Christpilled venting blog now . do not check my ‘rum blog either it’s dead
 
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What if you sold fried chicken in ancient Greece? Day one. You arrive in Greece with raw chicken, flour, oil, and a bronze pot. Philosophers are debating. Athletes training nearby in the dust. They eat figs and barley. You season the chicken and prepare it. Lower it into hot oil. The crackling sound cuts through conversation. The smell spreads through warm Mediterranean air. 20 men gather up and stare at you. Day two. You set up outside the Acropolis of Athens. People wait hours for your meat. They start calling it Golden Bird. 30 athletes line up after training. Grease on their fingers. Silence while chewing. By nightfall, you've made a week's wage. Day three, things go downhill. Oil needs replacing. Chicken spoils in the heat. Half your stock wasted. You cross the countryside at sunrise. Strike a deal with a farmer outside the city walls. Fresh chicken and oil every morning. Week one. Socrates approaches your stand. You decide you're going to teach him a lesson, but this time he doesn't ask a question. He just tries your chicken and leaves. You call him a weirdo. He just walks away. Month six, the lines extend. You get called to make chicken for the emperor. He tries it with tears in his eyes. You get given a kitchen and workers. You reach peak ascension. Year 1. People all over the country have tried your meat. You didn't bring fried chicken to Greece. You brought them desire.
 
What if you sold fried chicken in ancient Greece? Day one. You arrive in Greece with raw chicken, flour, oil, and a bronze pot. Philosophers are debating. Athletes training nearby in the dust. They eat figs and barley. You season the chicken and prepare it. Lower it into hot oil. The crackling sound cuts through conversation. The smell spreads through warm Mediterranean air. 20 men gather up and stare at you. Day two. You set up outside the Acropolis of Athens. People wait hours for your meat. They start calling it Golden Bird. 30 athletes line up after training. Grease on their fingers. Silence while chewing. By nightfall, you've made a week's wage. Day three, things go downhill. Oil needs replacing. Chicken spoils in the heat. Half your stock wasted. You cross the countryside at sunrise. Strike a deal with a farmer outside the city walls. Fresh chicken and oil every morning. Week one. Socrates approaches your stand. You decide you're going to teach him a lesson, but this time he doesn't ask a question. He just tries your chicken and leaves. You call him a weirdo. He just walks away. Month six, the lines extend. You get called to make chicken for the emperor. He tries it with tears in his eyes. You get given a kitchen and workers. You reach peak ascension. Year 1. People all over the country have tried your meat. You didn't bring fried chicken to Greece. You brought them desire.
Now this is a prime example of the lovely reppeys I'd love in my threaderino.
 
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>OH MY God TYRONE, IS THAT FUCKING K-POP? I MEAN I DONT MIND IT IF IT'S FOR SOME DOWNTIME WHILE I GO MAKE US SOME DRINKS WHILE YOU REST AFTER FUCKING MY WIFE FOR A WHILE BUT WE'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO JEFRE CANTU-LEDESMA (or loveless with touched excluded, of course) WHILE YOU FUCK HER. SIGH, WHAT A DUMB FUCKING noob, HE CAN'T EVEN ELIMINATE A FEW SIMPLE FUCKING SONGS FROM THE PLAYLIST, CAN'T BELIEVE THE WHOLE QUALITY OF EDUCATION WAS BROUGHT DOWN JUST TO ACCOMODATE THESE DUMB FUCKING noobS THROUGH AFFIRMATIVE ACTION. H-H-HOLD ONE, IS THAT FUCKING T-T-TOUCHED? TYRONE, YOU LITERALLY DID THIS ON PURPOSE FUCKING DIDN'T YOU? OH MY God TYRONE WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU FUCKING SON OF A METH ADDICTED noob WHORE, WHY ARE YOU SO HELL BENT ON LISTENING TO THIS AWFUL TRACK WHILE FUCKING MY WIFE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
 
OH MY FUCKING God YES I LOVE MY INTERNET SERVICE PROVIDER I LOVE PAYING OVERPRICED PIECE OF SHIT DOGSHIT INTERNET THAT RUNS SLOWER THAN A SNAIL I LOVE PAYING MONTHLY FOR THIS DOGSHIT SERVICE I LOVE THAT IT ALSO RANDOMLY DISCONNECTS EVERY 15 MINUTES AND FORCES CLOUDFLARE ON MY ASSES WHILE DOING SO I FUKCING LOVE WASTING MY HARD EARNED MONEY ON SUCH A DOGSHIT INTERNET SERVICE
 
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>C’MON HONEY PUSH! PUSH! YOU CAN DO THIS! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL DUSKY FACE LOOKING AT ME!
>C’MON! YES! YES! I CAN SEE IT! IT’S, IT’S
>...
>what
>What?
>WHAT. THE. FUCK.
>THIS IS A WH*TE BABY! WHAT THE FUCK! YOU BITCH! YOU LYING FUCKING CUNT THIS IS A WH*TE BABY WHAT THE FUCK HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE YOU WERE ONLY SUPPOSED TO SLEEP WITH TYRONE!!!
>YOU SCOOPED UP SOME OF MY CUM DROPS?! BECAUSE YOU WANTED A CHILD WITH THE MAN YOU LOVE? YOU TREACHEROUS CUNT!!!! I KNEW I SHOULD OF GOTTEN THAT VASECTOMY!!! I THOUGHT IT WAS shitoko THAT YOU ARGUED AGAINST IT BUT I FIGURED IT WAS FINE BECAUSE I NEVER HAD SEX WITH YOU!!! I NEVER THOUGHT YOU’D STAB ME IN THE BACK LIKE THIS!!!
>OH MY SCIENCE, I’M RUINED!!! YOU’VE RUINED ME YOU STUPID TWAT!!! MY WIFE GAVE BIRTH TO A WH*TE BABY!!! AND A BOY TOO!!! IF IT WAS A WH*TE GIRL I COULD AT LEAST LOOK FORWARD TO GIVING HER UP TO TYRONE ONCE SHE STARTED MENSTRUATING BUT I CANT DO THAT WITH A WH*TE BOY NOW CAN I??? IM GONNA BE THE LAUGHINGSTOCK OF THE KEKOLD COMMUNITY NOW!!! THEIR GONNA THINK IM A FUCKING NAZI RETHUGLICAN NOW!!! THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!
>GIVE ME THAT WH*TE BABY RIGHT NOW IM GONNA BREAK ITS FUCKING NECK!!!! I’M GONNA SMASH THAT WH*TE FUCKING BABYS FUCKING SKULL UNDERNEATH MY MY RICK AND MORTY FLIPFLOPS!!!! GIVE IT TO ME YOU LYING NAZI CUNT OR ILL CUT YOU A NEW HOLE IN YOUR FUCKING THROAT!!! GIVE IT TO ME YOU BITCH GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT!!!!! IN THE NAME OF JEFRE CANTU-LEDESMA I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL IT!
 
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