Anonymous ID: 1439b7 Sept. 6, 2024, 11:16 a.m. No.21543352   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

I like how the forced visibility the psychotic spamtard relies on gets nullified continually. Poor little bugger. Had his own breads to spam shit, then started cross-posting his schizophrenic "notables" before finally just spamming here. The exact same model that the Absolute Retards used with /Halfmind.

Anonymous ID: 1439b7 Sept. 6, 2024, 11:40 a.m. No.21543455   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

I like how the day I posted the table flip stick guy and said, "I asked for B cups!" and the family brought home plastic cups with the brand name B-cups. It's the little things like those that make me laugh.

Anonymous ID: 1439b7 Sept. 6, 2024, 11:49 a.m. No.21543510   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>3512 >>3516 >>3517

>>21543475

The weirdest ripple, and it's fuckin' weird, was a month ago or so I was out and about for a walk listening to an audiobook and approached a crosswalk with a red light. For some strange reason, for the first time in my life ever, I got the urge to elbow the crosswalk button as hard as I could and I leaned into it with everything I had. It didn't hurt. At all. I was really surprised by that but didn't think too much about it. Figured I just lucked out and stumbled on the perfect technique or something like the martial arts pros so it wouldn't hurt. The next day filming on a Rock movie stopped because he hurt his elbow and it was swollen up to the size of a softball. That was fuckin' weird. I mean, if there are no coincidences thenโ€ฆ what the fuck? All I know is it's not something I can control, nor is it something I want to control, it just has to happen on its own.