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Only metaphorically for Lou, because he is never not full.people who do nothing in life just become empty shells.
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Only metaphorically for Lou, because he is never not full.people who do nothing in life just become empty shells.
I can't recognize electronics by just seeing it, but maybe someone else can. You can see his phone's refelection in his chromebook he's sellingEverything must go!
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Doesn't he still have an iPhone, though?
That's either a 7 or an 8 plus. Their pre-X plus phones are the only ones to have horizontal dual cameras.I can't recognize electronics by just seeing it, but maybe someone else can. You can see his phone's refelection in his chromebook he's selling
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Isn't that the stand he said he broke a while ago?
It's tempting. It's really tempting. Like, yeah, I'll take Undertale Guy's money. And spend it on drugs.
I've had the same thought. If anything I'd be curious to see how successfully it could be done. If either of you guys do it I'd be curious to see how much money such a thing could generate.If anything, Lou is an excellent case study on how much scambux you can make just by putting some progressive buzzwords in your Twitter bio. If I didn't have any dignity left, I might've taken it on as a side-hustle already.
Maybe discussing potential fraud schemes might be more appropriate for private messages rather than openly accessible forums? Just in case. Also, I think 4chan did that before, just like that, with a fake trans woman who needed money to escape her situation at home. Iirc it was via godundme or something though and done after gathering some thousand dollarsI've had the same thought. If anything I'd be curious to see how successfully it could be done. If either of you guys do it I'd be curious to see how much money such a thing could generate.
Maybe some sort of synthetic troon account could be used to raise money for the farms or something.
I've had the same thought. If anything I'd be curious to see how successfully it could be done. If either of you guys do it I'd be curious to see how much money such a thing could generate.
Maybe some sort of synthetic troon account could be used to raise money for the farms or something.
I meant that to be a joke, looking back it's not super obvious though. I guess I'm more curious about the actual numbers than getting rich off of troon bux. My bad.Maybe discussing potential fraud schemes might be more appropriate for private messages rather than openly accessible forums? Just in case. Also, I think 4chan did that before, just like that, with a fake trans woman who needed money to escape her situation at home. Iirc it was via godundme or something though and done after gathering some thousand dollars
Start the clock again, he's going back to Ace. Quelle surprise.
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DAMN YOU KIWI FARMS! What "friend," Lou?
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Funny how heThat's either a 7 or an 8 plus. Their pre-X plus phones are the only ones to have horizontal dual cameras.
Reading that listening to Lacrimosa was quite and experience, 10/10 recommended.
Mere minutes after devouring his standard fare, four servings of Italian food, Louis could stand the gnawing pain of hunger no longer as the growling from his stomach begun to rattle the furniture of his room. With a powerful yell, he musters the energy he had stored away for the day's use to do but a single sit-up, only to reach a quarter of the way before his muscles fatigued from atrophy and he collapses onto his bed once more, opting to roll off instead.
The joints and muscles crunching after days without use, Louis stands as the linoleum of the floor deforms underneath him, empty bottles of soda and scattered popcorn kernels rolling down where he stood. The nubs of his feet which used to be toes, sticking out from his blobby soles like marshmallows stuck to a ball, wriggle in anticipation as Louis prepares. He raises his foot, shuddering from the exertion, only to lead into a grave miscalculation, stepping onto a pile of bodily fluids--sweat, tears, and the results of the day's art haul--mixed with spilled ketchup and discarded soda. The descent begins.
His leg sweeping upwards being the fastest movement Louis had done in years, raising above ankle-height from angle alone, Louis's scream is interrupted by the involuntary and guttural roar of the gas from his stomach releasing in a belch, the mixture of sounds bouncing off the walls of his room for the entire duration of his fall. Mimicking the awesome and horrifying motion of a falling tree, Louis's fall was a slow affair, his swan song to the world. As he hears the air wooshing past his ears, his matted, greasy hair which would otherwise be frozen in place gently sways from the wind. Feeling his organs slowly being squished from the centrifugal force alone, Louis's eyes widen into an empty, dead despair.
His vision begins to ghost, after-images of the objects around him forming a blur as gravity finally takes hold and pulls his body downward as his burping yell from earlier continues to echo into his ears. Falling for what felt like minutes, he finally reaches the floor. A story below and on opposite ends of the house, the shaking and rumbling from the impact alerts his mother, who briefly looks up from her taxes to observe the rubble breaking away from the ceiling before returning to her duties after a quick swig from her vodka bottle, already half-empty. As Louis lays upon the floor, every one of his senses attempt to process what had just unfolded. His vision producing spotty flashes, his ears ringing in response to the force while still recovering from the loud belch from earlier, and his sense of balance causing his entire body to tingle in shock. With no intent behind his actions, Louis exhales in a grunt seconds later. He wobbles instinctually, the same reflex as a turtle stuck on its shell, attempting to stand up once more, while unable to feel the mystery liquid which caused this event sticking to his back due to the layers of fat insulating his sense of touch.
After a few wobbles, the thin layer of muscles suffocated by his blubber finally give out as he is unable to will them to move any longer. Forced to rest until he could regain his energy, Louis lets out one, final groan in frustration which transforms into a slight gurgle as he spits up a mixture of spaghetti sauce and diet Coca-cola before ingesting it yet again. If he had any feeling in his arms, he would use the rest of his strength to cross them as he stewed in his rage. Grimacing, Louis's face relaxes slightly as he already begins to form a new grift idea off of which had just unfolded. The corners of his mouth twitch reflexively. "Finally," he thinks to himself, "I know how I'll get iPad #14."
That's a lie made to slander us. We wouldn't hurt any of Louis friends, they have to exist first.Start the clock again, he's going back to Ace. Quelle surprise.
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DAMN YOU KIWI FARMS! What "friend," Lou?
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I'll refer to Andrew Dobson.Could never really understand the hype behind Mac products. Are these people too retarded or just too lazy to navigate Android/Windows OS's?
Ow wow, my $7k macbook pro retina plus ultra is SO MUCH FASTER than my entry level $200 windows laptop, pc's are the worst!I'll refer to Andrew Dobson.
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Not that this comic has any insight, just to demonstrate how Apple fans are stupid.