TYB
Oi! You got a license to shitpost?
But I'm not seething though. Keep posting moar.
Why would you be seething? It wasn't directed at you. I do not use a persona so when the shills named me SmokingPepe, they named me directly. Not my fault it boomeranged on them and I embraced it.
>Sadly it doesn't work here.
Yeah this isn't a good neck of the woods to be doing something like that.
Do you know why was that meme created? Do you even know what that meme became?
And your first post with MuhJoo too.
>Jesus will come and make some water wine……
No, it's going to be something new. The fuck makes you think he wants to give the world a re-run rather than a new episode?
>>19178308 (me; edit: explanation)
That poetry was neither flattering nor insulting. It was humbling. Thank you, Anon who wrote that. Even it was AI generated, thank you.
You sure about that? This one is still circulating to this day.
Hello, OSS. Thank you for the memes that you designed to smear but just amplified what you were trying to contain. Good job.
So you just gave a straw man and not even bothered to deny that you are OSS? Interesting. I would have thought you smarter to avoid that trap, OSS. Apparently I was wrong.
You are full of shit, OSS. Do you know what your tell was? You like to claim others' work as your own. Remember my dig on "ringing the bell" that you then claimed was yours in the very next post reply to me? I remember.
> I don't even know what OSS means.
The other tell. You can't tell me you open with MuhJoo, claim to be the creator of most of the SmokingPepe derivatives, and not know. All you do is lie.
I understand that you're sticking with you're persona and don't want to break character. But you've displayed too many tells this bread. Cracks are now starting to form. If I persist you will unconsciously fill in those cracks with other personas and/or your regular personality. Shall we continue?
Your memes are not a shield, nor proof of authenticity, OSS. You have nothing but lies.
Holy fuck, I missed an apostrophe. That means you win, right? Do you feel like you're winning? Because it sure as hell doesn't look like you're winning. My God is that the best you can do, OSS?
Well son of a bitch. I didn't even bother to scroll up and check if I did spell it correctly or not. I just didn't care if I did. Thanks, Anon. o7
>But I did learn basic grammar.
Then you would have picked up on that there was no error that you claimed there was.
>I do not know what this "OSS" is of which you speak.
You post MuhJoo, claim to be the creator of the majority of the SmokingPepe derivatives, claim the work of others' as your own, and you're still trying to convince not me but the board that you're not OSS? Still? TOP FUCKING KEK! Commitment to your persona will just bring you pain.
>Dared, wanted with all my heart for Him to prove me wrong about what I've suspected for some time now but didn't want to embrace.
>7272
>72 was the number on my football jersey all throughout high school
Women
Imagine being Ahnold in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Jamie Curtis, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Arnold and not only sit in that chair while Jamie Lee Curtis flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, JAMIE LEE CURTIS LOOKS LIKE THAT?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch her mannish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of blondes and supermodels and later alleged rape victims for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Austria. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and revel in her "statuesque (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with personal trainers in the previous months. And then the director calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're fucking Ahnold. You're not going to lose your future political career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
Chaining numbers…
How does it work though? It just happens? I need, like, a manual or something.