The Moonman Appreciation Thread

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Do you love Moonman?

  • Yes!

    Votes: 43 86.0%

  • No.

    Votes: 2 4.0%

  • Who is Mooman?

    Votes: 5 10.0%
  • Total voters
    50
  • Poll closed .
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@Null Why don't you teach the jannies to hate jews just as much as I do.
 

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Obfuscous said:
Yes. It's good to hate the jews.
PS: Your retarded for coming back to this thread.
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Here's a professional tip: if you're going to call somebody retarded, make sure that you know the difference between you're and your before you do it.
Also it's pretty bold to openly admit that you're wasting the moderators time about stupid shit you know isn't a reportable offense.
 
Obfuscous said:
Look who has the moral high ground, bringing up the jannies as if you're their friends.
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No I just think it's pretty retarded that you would openly admit to everyone that you're intentionally wasting their time. That's a pretty quick way to either get the pink triangle or your account deleted. Fuck moral high ground, I'm just giving you some free advice.
Kind of like the advice I gave you a second ago about learning the difference between your and you're. I'm glad you got that straightened out. :lol:
 
Lip Glossary said:
Here's a professional tip: if you're going to call somebody retarded, make sure that you know the difference between you're and your before you do it.
Also it's pretty bold to openly admit that you're wasting the moderators time about stupid shit you know isn't a reportable offense.
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Since you edited your post, I feel inclined to make a second post. I could care less about wasting Null's time, if the site continues to get worse, I will simply leave the site and go elsewhere. I have no connection to the farms, for a while I thought it was a great site, but the more I lurked, the more I saw it's dark side. The fact that race mixing ISN'T illegal disgusts me. Being an aussie and fucking a jew should be illegal, but I guess you love to stick it in crazy, don't you?
 
Obfuscous said:
Since you edited your post, I feel inclined to make a second post. I could care less about wasting Null's time, if the site continues to get worse, I will simply leave the site and go elsewhere. I have no connection to the farms, for a while I thought it was a great site, but the more I lurked, the more I saw it's dark side. The fact that race mixing ISN'T illegal disgusts me. Being an aussie and fucking a jew should be illegal, but I guess you love to stick it in crazy, don't you?
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I'm actually an American, I was born here.
Also, wait until you find out I fucked 2 different jeet women, too. :story:
 
Lip Glossary said:
No I just think it's pretty retarded that you would openly admit to everyone that you're intentionally wasting their time. That's a pretty quick way to either get the pink triangle or your account deleted. Fuck moral high ground, I'm just giving you some free advice.
Kind of like the advice I gave you a second ago about learning the difference between your and you're. I'm glad you got that straightened out. :lol:
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You will die someday, in the arms of your second wife, staring out a window at a world you spent years convincing yourself you understood.
“What a wonderful world,” you say, because it’s easier than admitting you don’t recognize it anymore.
She smiles, the way people do when there’s nothing honest left to offer.
Your body gives out slowly, indignity by indignity. Names slip first, then faces, then anything that once felt solid. By the time you close your eyes, there isn’t much left of you to close them.
They bury you beside your first wife, as if proximity could make any of it meaningful. Two failed attempts at permanence, stacked neatly under the same indifferent sky.
At the funeral, people perform grief like it’s expected of them. They say you mattered. They say you’ll be missed. By the time they reach their cars, they’re already thinking about something else.
No one comes back.
The flowers wilt, collapse, and sink into the dirt. Your name fades faster than it should. Even the stone seems impatient to be rid of you.
A hundred years later, the land is worth more than your memory ever was. The graves are dug up, shuffled, erased. Whatever remains of you is treated like debris—because that’s all it is now.
No one pauses. No one wonders.
Time keeps moving, not because it cares, but because it doesn’t.
Centuries pass. Records disappear. A library burns, and with it goes the last fragile evidence that you existed at all. Not just you—everyone. Entire lives reduced to smoke and heat and nothing.
No one rebuilds it for you.
No one notices you’re gone.
In the end, there isn’t even absence—just a complete lack of anything to suggest you were ever here in the first place.
And all those years you spent thinking your life would leave some kind of mark?
It didn’t.
 
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