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RubberbandMan said:
Repressed as in wanting to get with a magical fictional creature? Also, I never understood the the whole sexual appeal some people have for Garvedior. It's elegant in appearance, not really sexual in any way.
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My friend you clearly don't know the skill some artists can do with a few tweaks and added curves and... assets to anatomy
 
Jasonfan89 said:
My friend you clearly don't know the skill some artists can do with a few tweaks and added curves and... assets to anatomy
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I know they can make it sexual, I just don't get the appeal of wanting to be with a fairy flower thing with a chest spike. At least lucario had that furry appeal to it... that and aura is pretty cool.
 
Thanks to NOW, I now have a glass-block chamber full of about twenty fairies. Since I literally wrote the book on how to torment fairies, I've been performing various experiments on them. But, alas, I have more of them than experiments given Minecraft's limited toolset in that area, so I'm open to suggestions on what to do with the survivors, ahem, remainder. I can say that they despawn when out-of-sight unless given a headband of flowers, stay spawned if headbanded as long as you stay within the 81-block mob management radius of Minrcraft, and make a lot of very annoying noises when in close proximity. Also, setting the queen on fire and letting her die that way makes it far easier to capture her flock of groupies. Finally, I found that replacing fairies' pain and death sounds with actual scream sounds makes for a far creepier experience when, say, setting them on fire with a flint and steel. (If anyone wants those I might bundle 'em for download.) I've head tell that some consider me heartless. Not sure where they get that idea...
 
Americans, this is the real deal that's got me stirred up, Christmas. There it is it's Christmas. Just days away from Jesus's um birth. Or so it;s written that way. I'm awfully sorry about my attitude folks but there's a Mormon church in this fucking town Quartzite Arizona. You hear me?A Mormon, greedy, scumbag fucking church, right here in this desert. A non- tax paying scumbag fucking church. Excuse my french, I love church. But they're non-paying tax cocksuckers in the name of blasphemy. Nowhere in the entire New Testament or holy Bible, have I ever read the fucking name Joseph Smith. Some early board, early bird type name, Smith. A man with the name Smith! Smith's like a broker name, a bank name, a jeweler's name, Smith. A farmer's name, a rich farmer's name. Oh we got a fucking cast of crew, the Brady Bunch headed to fucking hell. And although they're pretty nice people I will say they're nice people. Just like the ones here in Quartzite Arizona that bought me a fucking radiator for my car and then barred me from the church just like I'm being barred from every fucking business in this town now. Because these motherfucking Mormons are arranging it Americans. I've only got like three different places I can get gas now. They have barred me from every business in this town for no reason at all and they'll bar me from this library eventually, that's what it's all leading to. I'm just simply using the wifi. And Mayor, you must be one of these Mormon motherfuckers I bet huh. These Mormon scumbags. I figured that out earlier today. We had some Mormon mother fucker pull in here I swear it. Poor copper he was bullshitting to you Mayor of Quartzite. Honk at my car while I'm sitting here minding my own fucking business. You fuckers drew first draw this time. Just like you fuckers do every time. You Mormon son of a bitches, just because you're in this fucking town this Christmas, there will be baby raper stamps flying. And God will let me see every one of you. He'll let me see every fucking one of you skanky son of a bitches. And when I see you, Clink, I'm gonna baby raper stamp your motherfucking faces, right on record. I'm gonna put you out there on social media forever. If I come, hmmm, it's time. It's time, it's time, and through this movie I make Americans I will be showing you the house of twinkie. I get the hottest bitches in the world still, even headed to 52 years old. Drum kicks lightening fast way over my head and you little cry baby trucker punks and bitches out there, that ain't never done shit and never been in a fight your entire fucking life, yeah, for you too. And you will see, the first one that steps up to try to stop me, they will fall harder than you've ever seen anybody fall in your life. I promise you that. And then furthermore, any of you towns in this fucking country supporting a Mormon church, Brady Bunch types bitches headed to hell, well, you're gonna wear baby raper stamps now too because some fucking tweaker bitch ripped me off on 5 bucks at the gas station and somebody honked their horn at my car. But furthermore, God already told me the Mormons are arranging to hardship my car. These crusty old motherfucking moneybag Jewish fucking Mormons. Whatever they are, they're not hitting on the right note with God. So this time folks, if you are a Mormon, you're gonna find out God's not fucking happy with any of you because nationwide now you Mormons shall indeed start wearing the motherfucking baby raper stamp. I'll administer it to your foreheads. It's not even gonna be a stamp. It's gonna be like a helmet, for your blasphemy!You fuckers think you could like pair blood and shit and you're gonna become Gods in the end? Well you're gonna be Gods alright, but you're gonna be Gods of the baby raper stamp right here on Earth first. And mind you, I'll spot you. I'll spot you by your demon fucking faces because that's what you are just demons to the word of Jesus Christ almighty, my lord, my savior, amen. Get ready to smile bitches, you blasphemy motherfuckers have sinned for the last time and any town in this country that supports a Mormon church, I'm coming to baby raper stamp everybody in your town. Anyone with power, enjoy, and by the way Merry Christmas Americans. If you're a true American, I know you're not a true fucking Mormon. The Mormons are all headed to hell. Amen Hallelujah. Yeah!
 
Greta Thunberg is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the UN climate summit after party. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her on CNN She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Greta Thunberg? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't a climate change activist?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Mexico" I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's OK," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Mexico?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."
 
I would very much like to submit, if I may, this brand new pasta for your edification. Straight from the Facebook of a lolcow mom, I call it "SE X WITH ME SO CRAZE-MAZING"

FIRST TIME I CALLED THEM IN A YEAR OR SO... ARE YOU KEEPING TAPS ON ME , F0R HOW MANY TIMES I CALL... ARE YOU SPYING ON ME? ARE YOU A SPYER, OR A STALKER ? I THINK YOU ARE A STALKER ? MUST BE INTERESTED IN ME AND WANT TO HAVE SE X WITH ME , WELL IT WIL NOT EVER HAPPEN, SO STOP YOUR STUPID SHIT AND BACK OFF , CAUSE IF I FIND YOU , IT WILL NOT BE A HAPPY THOUGHT... SO BACK OFF CAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW WHO I AM, OR WHAT I CAN DO, CAUSE YOU KNOW NOTHI8NG OF ME !!!! BACK OFF ...

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Dragon cum is slightly warmer than human cum, and much thicker, too. The thickness comes the excess amount of fat that the dragon’s body wouldn’t expel normally by other means. So, it’s fattier. Any culinary chef will tell you that “fat carries the flavor.” When they say this, they mean things like oil, butter, and animal fat. Fattier cuts of meat are usually more flavorful than lean cuts.

This applies to dragon cum. Human cum tastes like sea water that is slightly expired, whereas dragon cum tastes like a whole buffet that could force Michelin to re-establish their star rating system.

It’s like an orgasm for your taste buds.

Imagine 69’ing your dragon boyfriend, and a few seconds after you finish, so does he. This heavenly, thick, delicious syrup fills your mouth and you instantly orgasm throughout your entire body. You’re immediately horny again. Thankfully, dragons don’t really have a refractory period, so he’s ready for round two. Then three. Before you know it, you’ve both came a few gallons in total (mostly his work), and it’s a full thirty hours since you stared. You’re not even hungry or thirsty, because his cum has enough nutrients to keep you well fed and fully nourished.

Scientifically, since it’s warmer, it should be actually thinner than human cum because viscosity decreases with temperature. (Try this out with olive oil in a pan! Heat it up, and it will spread out by itself) However, the presence of the extra fat in the cum keeps it nice and thick.

It’s extremely satisfying to play with. It’s like that cornstarch+water experiment you did in 4th grade. It’s somewhat like melted caramel. Furthermore, it coheres to itself pretty well. If you stick a finger in a puddle of dragon cum and drag it from the center to away from the corner, you can observe a large amount sticking to your finger.

The chemical composition of dragon cum not only serves as an aphrodisiac, but it also heightens the sensitivity of C-tactile neurons, or CT nerves. CT nerves serve to give pleasure to a human when they are gently stroked. These neurons fire slowly than others, but dragon cum acts like a “catalyst” for the chemical reactions that take place when these neurons fire. A catalyst speeds up the reaction of a chemical reaction.

So after a dragon covers your entire GI tract with a single cumshot, he’ll slow down, slowly thrusting his cock back and forth inside you. This is extremely pleasurable. His cum will heighten the sensation of his cock in you, or at least your pleasure from doing so. It feels bigger, longer, and warmer.

Back to the taste.

The taste depends on the dragon’s diet. The smaller, sleeker dragons of the North Forest like to eat fruit. So, their cum is naturally sweeter than you would expect. It tastes like mango covered in salted caramel.

If it’s an ice dragon, the cum tends to be much more flavorful because they like to eat seals. However, since it’s you know... an ice dragon, the cum is very cold, almost growing a few frozen cum crystals if you leave it in the snow for too long. There is a solution, tho. You can just microwave a large mug and drink it later. Or, you can intentionally leave the cum in the snow, let it half-freeze, and enjoy a chewy treat! It’s like taffy!

Theoretically, a human can fully survive on a diet of just dragon cum, supplied from just one dragon.

Dragons can produce about three gallons of cum in a single day. It really depends mostly on their size.

In a single cumshot, they can produce about four to eight cups of the stuff. Dragon ejaculations tend to last between fifteen to twenty seconds, coming out in bursts and spurts that get slightly weaker each time. If a dragon cums in your ass, you will certainly feel this effect. It’s similar to getting a massage internally, again, only 300 times better.
 
Niggaplease said:
lol THIS BITCH WAS HELD IN A STATE OF CAPTIVITY WITH LITERALLY NO REAL FOOD. if you been through the he'll I've been then this wouldn't been amusing, what I've experienced is akin to what wwI soliders being so hungry eating wood would be a great idea. You may laugh but I'm literally planning to unmask you for the pathethic faggot you are. You are pathetic, laughing at someone who has seen and been through hell. Pathetic because you need something to compare your own wretched life to feel better. Best tidy shit up because I'll dig into your info until I find gold. I'm tired of playing any asshole who crosses me I'll doxx, as for doxxing me whatever I've locked down and nuked my shit, and I don't care either. I can tolerate most bullshit but mocking my complex which is a result of years of systematic oppression and the fat that my body couldn't tolerate food well I'll be digging, I am also autistic as he'll do not try me.
And go ahead faggot RATE ME MAD AT THE INTERNET. I tolerate most bullshit because fine it amuses you but me LITERALLY STARVING TO DEATH, and as a result BECOMING FOOD INSECURE and having my body not being able to process regular food for 2 months after isn't funny or amusing. it's a painful thing to go through. so if this amuses you your worse than any cow you laugh at.
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This is one I've encountered in the wild, although very rarely. This one's also taken from Tim Wilson's stand-up act.

Y'all seen Jack Ass: The Movie yet?

If you have anything to do with being a cinephile and have not seen Jack Ass: The Movie, you've got absolutely no clue what true cinematic art is. It was arguably the greatest eight dollars of true art I've spent ever in my entire life. They got a guy on there named Johnny Knoxville. If war ever breaks out and I have to go fuck a seal, I'm going with Johnny Knoxville. Show me a seal who can shoot a bottle rocket out of his ass with a straight face!

"Johnny, pick out a platoon! Gimme the kids with the Roman Candles in their ass, that'll be the artillery. Gimme the dude with the raw chicken in a jockstrap crawled across the alligator pit, he is our cook. Gimme the dude who stuck a Matchbox car in his rectum just to see the look on the doctor's face. He's recon!"

We're going to Hell in a Dodge Viper
 
Not a thing that I'm particularly proud of but I became quite good at it. I was taking supplements so I was shooting massive loads and it became something of a sport to me. For anyone interested here is your best strategy. first, you need to find an isolated spot so you don't become a sex offender. I found an area where I saw the pigeons would congregate. Next, you arouse yourself. I was usually content with envisioning the occasional jogging lady coming over and taking a shit on my chest and that was enough to fuel the fire but if you're not as sexually charged as me just take some porn. After you're good an horny, you get some bread. My pigeons preferred white bread but healthier birds might have a taste for honey wheat or maybe even multigrain. Fat birds are slower and easier to hit so remember that. Once you are on the bench and ready to do the deed, whip your roosevelt out and scatter bread out within a few feet of you. use your judgement based on how far you know you can cum. I was a depraved soul who could hit targets the size of a thimble at distances up to 4ft. You wait for the pigeons to begin eating and to get comfortable with your presence. At this point, you want to coo gently and talk sensually to them to gain their trust. Now you're finally ready to cum on your bird. This is a tough part because the rapid motion of masturbation is very frightening to the birds, so you have to be subtle. Once you master a technique, you simply wind it up and let it go, aiming depending on your past cumming experiences. I always came high so I would aim for the neck of the bird and catch it right in the face. It's a satisfying, erotic feeling, seeing those birds reel around covered in cum and maybe even taking it to other places in the city. I haven't done it in years but every now and then I catch myself gazing wistfully at a flock of birds, cock throbbing, waiting for them to land close to me.
 
a few months ago i tripped on 3 tabs of lsd, and i listened to old school west coast rap, and older atlanta trap rap. some of the main artists i listened to was gucci mane, warren g, ti, young jeezy, nwa, and snoop. a lot of the songs i listened to were about trapping and selling coke, and i felt immersed in that world during my trip. after the trip i was normal, but as the weeks passed by i noticed i was thinking different. i have a voice in the back of my head saying, "push these bricks my nigga", or something alomg those lines. i dont sell drugs and i never have, but i think listening to all this rap music on acid is making me think different. all i can think about now is hustling and staying trill. does anybody have advice on this?
 
Here's an oldie from YandereDev back in his EvaXephon days:

ChaoticMethods you stupid goddamn fucking elitst snob, shut the goddamn fucking hell up and get the fucking hell out of here. You think that by being contrary to whatever someone else does, it's going to make you look smarter and make them look stupid. You think that by criticizing something that is popular, it's going to make you look like you are intellectually superior for not appreciaitng something that has mass appeal and is celebrated by most people. You are a goddamn fucking moron who tries to make himself look smart by attacking other things, because you have no intelligence of your own and thus no other way to project intelligence other than to insult things that other people appreciate in order to make them feel bad and make yourself look like some kind of enlightened conissuer who is the only one who can see the light.

NOW SHUT THE GODDAMN FUCKING HELL UP AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CHATROOM, OTHER PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO ENJOY THE FUCKING MOVIE YOU IDIOT
 
I call it... The FogBound. I got the inspiration for it after I saw a cover of a movie. the boss is basically a Ghastly Face made of fog. its very spooky, Demented, Demonic, hellish, and evil. this boss will be late hardmode. in order to summon him, you will need to make the Foggy Mirror. (a new summoning item for the boss.) in order to craft it, you need a magic mirror and some fog. Fog is an uncommon drop from Wyverns. it has a 45% drop rate chance. you need 15 fog and one magic mirror for this item. this boss is like the ice king from the Necro mod. and the full fight can only be fought at night. it can be fought in the day, but he will despawn when he gets to half his health. when summoned, a message will say. "You've awoken me... time to pay the price..." The fight is very challenging, as he makes copies of himself like the Brain of Cthulu and the Lunatic Cultist. however, you simply have to guess which face it is because the differences between the faces are almost next to none, making part of this fight luck based. his attacks are sending fast fists made of fog to smash you into Oblivion, making the screen foggy and blurry so that you cant see him as well, and if you touch him, you get debuffs like blindness, and other debuffs that are related to making it so that you cant really see around yourself. he is also able to charge directly into you. when he gets below half of his health, he gets 2 fists and his attacks get stronger and faster, however, there is one thing that can make the FogBound extremely deadly. if you see his eyes start to flash orange, it means he is about to blast you with a lethal 1 hit kill laser. this attack is avoidable, but the laser is quite large. for health, he has 65,000. as for the loot, you can decide. try to make it fog themed if you can.
 
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. I wager you couldn't empty a boot of excrement were the instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have to us who think and reason? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh.

You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed , drooling meatslapper. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.

This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half-baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You're an idiot. A moron of the highest order. You're so stupid it's a wonder and a pity you can remember to breath. Intelligent ideas bounce off your head as if it were coated with teflon. Creative thoughts take alternate transportation in order to avoid even being in the same state as you. If you had an original thought it would die of loneliness before the hour was out. On an intelligence scale of 1 to 10 (10 corresponding to the highest attainable IQ) you're rating is so far into negative numbers that one would need to travel into another quantum reality in order to even catch a distant glimpse of it.

Your personality is that of a rabid Chihuahua intent on destroying its own tail. Your powers of observation are akin to those of the bird that keeps slamming into the picture window trying to get that other bird it keeps seeing. You are walking, talking proof that you don't have to be sentient to survive, and that Barnum was thinking of you when he uttered his immortal phrase regarding the birth of a sucker. You are, at varying times, tedious, boring, and even occasionally earth shatteringly hilarious in your idiocy, routinely childish, moronic, pathetic, wretched, disgusting and pitiful.

You are wholly without any redeeming social grace or value. If God ever decides to give the planet an enema you'd better run like the wind because anywhere you stand is a suitable place for The Insertion. There is no animal so disgusting, so vile that it deserves comparison to you, for even the lowest, dirtiest, most parasitic member of the animal kingdom fills an ecological niche. You fill no niche. To call you a parasite would be injurious and defamatory to the thousands of honest parasitic species. You are worse than vermin, for vermin do not pretend to be what it is not. You are truly human garbage. You are a fraudulent, lying, predatory charlatan. You are of less worth than a burnt-out light bulb. You will forever live in shame.

You have nothing to say, and Godwin's Law does not apply when writing about you. You are the anti-Midas, for all that you touch becomes valueless and unusable. Mothers gather their children close when you appear. You are an aberration, a corruption, and a boil that needs to be lanced. You are a poison in need of being vomited. You are a tooth so rotten it infects the whole body. You are sperm that should have been captured in a condom and flushed down a toilet. I don't like you. I don't like anybody who has as little respect for others as you do. Go away, you swine. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, and a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. Meaningful to no one, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts that sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I wretch at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, and the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. On a good day you're a halfwit. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, study, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystrophic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, abrasive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, and socially-retarded. Shut up and go away lest you achieve the physical retribution your behaviour merits. Thank you for your kind attention to and expected cooperation in this matter.
 
alreadyhome said:
My thoughts on KiwiFarms

I've been on Kiwifarms for a week now, and I have a much better idea of what it is and who makes up most of it. It's not as cool as I first thought...some observations:

1. Most of the site is based on group shaming mostly e celebrities, where much is made of them being variously oblivious, self-involved, cringe, etc. But for every thread dedicated to someone the site wants to document and shame, there are thousands of people who obsessively monitor and discuss these "e celebrities'" every move. They don't understand that it's far more undignified to be like that than to be like whoever is their target.

2. A large part of their targets are men pretending to be women. But what I have realized is that the majority of these critics are in fact either themselves men pretending to be women, or men that are attracted to men pretending to be women, and their obsessive focus on a few individuals like themselves is merely to refine the "community," rather than a disgust for the concept itself. Often they are simply seeing what not to do so as to avoid being ridiculed the same way as their targets, though they are very strikingly similar in personality and affectation.

3. Majority of users are not of independent mind; that is, they are interchangeable and seem to love mob rule on principle. The site reminds me very much of Reddit, and in many ways they are identical.

Overall, I'm very disappointed with the site. I think when I first joined I thought most of the users would be more interesting.
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That's it. This is the last straw. Im SICK of you SPIDERFAGS ruining my fap. HURR DURR LETS POST SPIDERFAG MEMES IN A WINCEST THREAD!!! Well this is it, faggot. I have been trying to fap for 3 days straight now, and you lot keep coming and ruining it for me. Well not anymore. Next spiderfag thread is getting win-bombed. Prepare for the shitstorm. Im going to make it so that you FAGS can NEVER look at SPIDERMAN without getting a BONER ever AGAIN. You brought this on yourself.
 
EVERY MORNING I WAKE UP AND OPEN PALM SLAM A VHS INTO THE SLOT. ITS CHRONICLES OF RIDDICK AND RIGHT THEN AND THERE I START DOING THE MOVES ALONGSIDE WITH THE MAIN CHARACTER, RIDDICK. I DO EVERY MOVE AND I DO EVERY MOVE HARD. MAKIN WHOOSHING SOUNDS WHEN I SLAM DOWN SOME NECRO BASTARDS OR EVEN WHEN I MESS UP TECHNIQUE. NOT MANY CAN SAY THEY ESCAPED THE GALAXY’S MOST DANGEROUS PRISON. I CAN. I SAY IT AND I SAY IT OUTLOUD EVERYDAY TO PEOPLE IN MY COLLEGE CLASS AND ALL THEY DO IS PROVE PEOPLE IN COLLEGE CLASS CAN STILL BE IMMATURE JERKS. AND IVE LEARNED ALL THE LINES AND IVE LEARNED HOW TO MAKE MYSELF AND MY APARTMENT LESS LONELY BY SHOUTING EM ALL. 2 HOURS INCLUDING WIND DOWN EVERY MORNING. THEN I LIFT
 
I was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, stateless. They represent true freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry, I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to! Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”

Nothing. These people were stonewalling me.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had the right to own. He fired at me, missing. I pulled my gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox, a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up. I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid. Afraid of an economic future free from the meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him.
 
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