TYB
Don't think you're winning, Anons. Know you're winning. On a side note, Anna Friel is damn gorgeous.
>Nothing to see here
Everyone's beholder is different. She fits mine perfectly, physically anyway; I have no idea what she has upstairs.
Yeah, I may have just watched the 2009 Land of the Lost movie in the background and she was on my mind because of that. Maybe that's what happened. KEK!
>Personally, I feel like a failure.
Losers can win too. It all depends on the perspective. I speak from experience.
It was a hard watch when I saw it when it first came out in the theaters. The flail that sticks into and then shreds his back when pulled is… indelible in my hippocampus. That is the clearest memory I have of that movie. I should re-watch it.
I lose in life and win here online. It can happen.
At least post a tune if you're going to post an album cover.
Still trying to spread despair, ~~afterthought~~? Do you think it's working? I only see shills projecting despair. Why do you suppose that is?
No
Yup. Week-end shills, the bottom of the barrel.
Moar AI drivel.
Ingraham is paid by Big Pharma to be anti-pot. If she wants to behave like a retard then she will be treated like a retard. Simple as.
>Why she is so arrogant about being retarded is the question
Being paid $15 million a year to influence the minds of an entire nation with half-truths and propaganda can do strange things to a person's ego.
Re-read your sentence and then reconcile.
Check his posts. There's some MuhJoo in them.
Reminiscing or whining?
Post counts down mean shit when you're paying attention, son. It can be an indication but it is not the defining characteristic anymoar. Nice MuhJoo you posted. Are you winning?
Quite the conundrum, huh, shills? You IP hop to keep your post count down so you don't "look" like a shill, but some Anons don't give a fuck anymoar about their post count and let it ride while kicking shills in the teeth and shitposting. But you can't not IP hop or else you'll get filtered and disappear into the void and no one will see you. Poor bastards. You can surrender any time.
Shills went quiet. They don't know what to do at this moment, so I shall give them an idea: Post moar AI poetry, your most devastating ammunition yet. Poetry. From an AI. TOP FUCKING KEK!
>There aren't any breaking news feeds anymore, the planefags, boatfags and autists all left.
So many lies in one sentence to try and generate consensus. Poor bugger. Wash your ass.
Vogon poetry. Brilliant comparison, Anon. KEK!
I can do Vogon poetry. Ahem.
See, see the drunk sky
Marvel at its big mauve depths.
Tell me, shills, do you
Wonder why the Pepe ignores you?
Why its foobly stare
makes you feel the loss of losing.
I can tell you, it is
Worried by your sniffelblart facial growth
That looks like
A fart.
What's more, it knows
Your crumpy potting shed
Smells of tennis ball losing.
Everything under the big drunk sky
Asks why, why do you even bother?
You only charm cheeses.