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Homosexual woman hater turns out to be a pedophile sexpests? Shocking!

The most beautiful words in the English language are "Interesting new matter of public record attached.."

We've always been at war with Eastballdosia

Why is it always "LOL, YOU RIGHTIES ARE MAD ABOUT PEOPLE WANTING TO MURDER YOU AND RAPE YOUR CHILDREN?! WHO'S THE SNOWFLAKE NOW?!?!"

This is vintage, wagyu lolcow, the kind my ancestors hunted on horseback back in the aughts.

William, please extend my thanks to your mother for her sloppy coat hanger work. She may have botched your abortion and created a retarded faggot, but just an inch more to the left or right and we might not have the gift of laughter that your adult face provides.
 
lolsuits have changed, they are no longer about False DMCA claims, ideologies, or snack trays. They're an endless series of proxy filings, filed by practicing and non-practicing retards.

Lolsuits--and their consumption of court resources--have become a well-oiled machine.

Lolsuits have changed.

Balldo-sponsored retards shit out balldo-sponsored filings, use balldo-sponsored gear. Pluripotent narcotics inside their bodies enhance and regulate their retardation.

Narrative control, orgasm control, emotion control, battlefield control... everything is monitored and kept under control.

Lolsuits... have changed.

The age of lawsplaining has become the age of cooming and copestreams, all in the name of averting catastrophe at the hands of scandinavian prudes, and he who controls the copestream, controls the narrative.

Lolsuits have changed.

When the balldoverse is under complete control, lolsuits become routine.
 
Observe the indolent young men of today: their brains sleep. Not one of them can stay awake in the pursuit of a worthwhile project. Their minds are possessed by sleep, laziness, and an industry in the pursuit of wicked ends more reprehensible than sleep and laziness. Lubricious pleasure in singing and dancing rules these effeminates. Their preferred way of living leads them to arrange their hair exquisitely, to mould their voices until they are as sweet as those of women, to compete with woman in the softness of their bodies, decking themselves out with filthy fineries.
 
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