Might one inquire where the fuel for those 30 gallons per mile 2A1s would come from?
I just visualize them being led away ("literally shaking" of course) from their cubicles every two hours to sit in the safe space with the coloring books.
One night I explained to one how their piercings were not actual surgical steel but Chinese counterfeits. It had a few tells where I knew it was on. It vanished for a few days, possibly to have those infections treated?
I guess they start with a self-image of being great activist in the crusade against conservatism but after a few Night Shifts figure out anons treat them as NPCs only good for the Shill Bingo cards
Of course, did you expect the cat to be using a Zippo?
>Made this oldfag almost feel l wasted four of the past years.
Ah yes, one of the "Ancient Ones"
Anons with laser focus, impeccable discernment, and Wit so sharp obsidian is jealous.
Experienced to the point with a look at system time and a glance at the bread title can predict which shills will come up next.
The Chronicles record the strangled cries of the libtards as the first volleys of the meme cannons landed amongst the packed sheeple on the social media fields.
It is said when the breeze is right, one can still smell the singed hair of the first bread shitters to be flame sprayed