“What kind of special genius do you think you have pointing out the most petty of tiny little faults as if she was some kind of repeat flasher”
No God, man, woman, child, or beast would prefer hearing her go on for even five seconds to having to see my johnson a thousand times.
This one time more than two decades ago i streaked through a Sanderson football game and commited at least three or four hundred felonious sex crimes. It was unreal. Ninth grade kids were just falling over dead in the bleachers it was so fatally traumatizing.
And if i happened to be caught and arrested i would have been charged only with a simple misdemeanor indecent exposure charge. Why. Because it would cost the State too much time and money to organize a trial with three hundred ninth graders on stand-by ready to testify in court against me.
But imagine how awesome such a win would be if you were a prosecutor. Guilty plea on three hundred sex crimes. Never before done in the district. Mr. Clemmons is regarded as a hero.
“You’re lucky (but the rest of us are not) you didn’t have my mom”
Your moms, my moms, his moms, duddint matter. All moms are nothing to me.
Your moms would just be one more buffoon in my presence. If i am to gauge you moms by what you are, how you act and appear, she is most certainly doomed.
The mom who is in my life right now is not the mom who raised me. You wouldn’t stand a chance, trust me. She would straighten you up the first time. I used to be like you. Then I tried to talk back once. I never even thought about doing it again.
I’m not like you anymore. I say shit to myself, and only to myself.
…did I mention I’m divorced? That wasn’t out of the blue.
I’m even more not like you anymore.
But you kinda bring it back out of me. That’s not a good thing. Because I’m not owning it…which also is kind of like you.
As sure as A=A. As sure as the a priori truth that a triangle consists of three corners.
For a philosopher who is taken by the siren calls of womlets (and not just from the cop cars she sends to the house) rather than the sensual sounds of sexy beasts will never be graced by the company of dionysus, an indispensable companion necessary for being a philosopher.
My god imagine the poor childrens on that beach having to see that. It’s like two wrongfully baked loaves of sourdough bread pressed together under her lower back.
Not that I watched that video, but I bet that’s actual footage of your mom when she was younger. Now we know where you got it from.
Guess what. All those ninth graders took a survey to assess the quality of the show, and they’d much worse things to say. You were part of a sociological experiment (proof of concept for Ecmandu’s Boot Camp) and didn’t even know it. You’re the reason they never implemented Ecmandu‘s Boot Camp. Totally didn’t work. He should definitely give up that idea.
I was never on board with the Ecmandu Pedo Summercamp Sex Education project because of its sinister machinations. In fact, i wouldn’t let my sexy young beasts anywhere near such a place. Camps like that are just like the catholic church… a hotbed for incels and reprobates like E.
Never trust an incel’s plans for implementing free sex. He’s trying to trick you so he can get his hands on the childrens.
As a general rule, whenever you hear a guy shouting, “Free sex!” it means he can’t get laid, and he’s trying to coerce everyone into having sexy time so he can kinda slip in there and get em some.
Even the traffic and interaction of politicians begins to look like a silly social media event. Like when a bunch of school kids are texting each other all excitedly because Scott is gonna fight Chris after school today.
Tell him he’s wrong, @Ecmandu. Tell him you dropped the Boot Camp idea, and you never really had it, because you were just testing me to see if I was worthy. Stand up for yourself. And me. Kick his ass with words! Do it for his mom! Do it for everyone’s moms! Do it for all the kids without moms!
It started when they began calling politicians by their first names. “Hillary is running for president.”
O really? have you heard about that? Such a good girl. Let’s tell aunt Bernadette, she’ll be over the moon. Now Bernie too? Gosh what a picknick. And Kamala! Like!
Well, i quite enjoy the Springerish atmosphere of this establishment because it provides strong support for many of my scientific theories about homo dimwiticus.
All of you, the motley crew of miserable intellectual rejects who should have never been allowed to hear the word ‘Socrates’ in tenth grade history class. Whoever it was… Mrs. Williamson, Mr. Harten, i have no idea… but they fucked you guys up something fierce. I would even question your principal’s principles.
Had you never attended that class, you would have still been the same knuckleheads and spooks, but you would have been simpler, less confused, and perhaps even less hostile. Less embarrassing, certainly, because you would mutter fewer intellectual sounds from your eating holes. All the accumulated aggression from the incessant failure and frustration that would characterize your uncircumstantial lives would find expression in ordinary language free from the gratuity of specialized quantum mechanic terminologies and/or ancient ontotheophysical scriptures.
But fate had other plans. It is as if there were a raffle ticket drawing… or one of those deals where you pick a piece of paper out of a hat and then see what you got. The hat is full of all the possible philosophical fuckups a person can be, and you just reach in there and grab one. You have no idea what you’ll get. You could get a incel, a cat lady, a church pastor, a rogue independent thinker with a revolutionary new theory that no other philosophical fuckup has ever thought of before, a misogynist, a taoist, a federalist, any possible world view that is essentially wrong is in that hat and you’re gonna get one.
Before that, I was OMADying it.. but now my nutritional needs are exponentially rising with my energy levels, but my caloric needs are not rising along with it.
So first I fry some diced tomatoes with some diced sausages, lightly salted, I mix a touch of milk with three eggs, I add a handfull of diced mushrooms to the pan some 5-10 seconds before I do the eggs, I mix it for less than a minute while I add more salt and fresh ground pepper.
What would YOU do if you had a stalker (possibly homo) that was every day (Read: every day) taking the time to post wanted ads (sometimes several) in your city’s craigslist for sucking pipes and shining wood?
Assume it was someone from a forum you take shits at? If so, and you can’t know who it is, would you be like fuck everybody at the forum? Of course you would… or maybe not openly. Maybe you’d stick around and fuck with em all one way or other and hope the homo stalker is one of em.
Think about the time it takes to do that. Not hours, obviously, but shirley many minutes (everyday). What kind of a person are you when you are able to sit down at a computer like the fag that you are and actually spend time posting ads asking to unclog pipes and polish old wood? Try to picture what such a person would look like. Ugly fucker, iddint it? Like something’s off about em. Lotta impotent rage. Thin and shriveled or fat and greasy.
I got an idea who it might be. But this alarms me. Not because of who it is but because i lacked the judgment to avoid them in the first place… in which case I wouldn’t have hurt them somewhere, and they wouldn’t be stalking me.
I knew the vast majority of forum superheros were all flakes when i first joined, but i stuck around because once in a while, you find a cool poster. Now, if I’d had known that several years later, I’d be stalked by homos and reported to the cops by psycho religious fanatics, I’d have never stuck around. It’s my giving the benefit of what should have been a doubt that bothers me.
