"Mad at the Internet" - a/k/a My Psychotherapy Sessions

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I would never eat at a Mexican restaurant willingly.

What the fuck did you just fucking say about Mexican Food, you hungry bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in culinary school, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on abuelita's cookbook, and I have over 300 confirmed recipes. I am trained in tortilla warfare and I'm the top chef in the entire TexMex gastrosphere. You are nothing to me but just another diner. I will feed your cravings 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 cullinary suppliers across the USA and your dinner plate is being traced right now so you better prepare for the meal, maggot. The meal that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your appetite. You're fucking sated, kid. I can cook anywhere, anytime, and I can feed you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my microwave. Not only am I extensively trained in Hispanic cuisine, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the industrial kitchen and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hunger off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what fine dining 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 make queso all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking fed, kiddo.
 
What the fuck did you just fucking say about Mexican Food, you hungry bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in culinary school, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on abuelita's cookbook, and I have over 300 confirmed recipes. I am trained in tortilla warfare and I'm the top chef in the entire TexMex gastrosphere. You are nothing to me but just another diner. I will feed your cravings 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 cullinary suppliers across the USA and your dinner plate is being traced right now so you better prepare for the meal, maggot. The meal that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your appetite. You're fucking sated, kid. I can cook anywhere, anytime, and I can feed you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my microwave. Not only am I extensively trained in Hispanic cuisine, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the industrial kitchen and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable hunger off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what fine dining 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 make queso all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking fed, kiddo.
 
This will be the MATI theme song in 2025:

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Oh, this is a story about a guy named Null
Who lived in Ukraine with his hamster pal
But the Russian soldiers really didn't approve
So he packed up his Starlink and had to move
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Then he spent his life savings on shitcoin crypto scams
And he got himself a job on a little kiwi farm
Which the trannies always try to wipe away from this Earth
And he makes a mighty fine bell pepper sandwich
For what it's worth
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Then one day Null was in the LA, breathing in the smoke
When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny Jewish bloke
He was caught under rubble and Null set him free
And the guy that he rescued was as grateful as can be
And it turns out he owned every single ISP
So he gives Null a contract and what do you know?
Now he's got his very own Mad at the Internet show!
Nigga got banned
 
Every time I see people sperging about food here. I get mad. Only now I realize, I'm in a bubble because I live in an agricultural zone where smaller farms can still exist. And hobby farmers and larger outfits can still grow their delicious tubers, established fruit orchards and various veggies. That I can buy cheese made by Mennonites, and wine and mead made by a man who's hives I've helped tend. And keep my eyes on the man who herds Yak's and I want a hunk of it when it's time for him to cull.
And I weep because this is not the norm in the US.
 
This will be the MATI theme song in 2025:

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Oh, this is a story about a guy named Null
Who lived in Ukraine with his hamster pal
But the Russian soldiers really didn't approve
So he packed up his Starlink and had to move
View attachment 6849283
Then he spent his life savings on shitcoin crypto scams
And he got himself a job on a little kiwi farm
Which the trannies always try to wipe away from this Earth
And he makes a mighty fine bell pepper sandwich
For what it's worth
View attachment 6849300
Then one day Null was in the LA, breathing in the smoke
When he heard the tortured screaming of a funny Jewish bloke
He was caught under rubble and Null set him free
And the guy that he rescued was as grateful as can be
And it turns out he owned every single ISP
So he gives Null a contract and what do you know?
Now he's got his very own Mad at the Internet show!
I can't believe they fuckin killed him for this post.
 
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