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fucking gross
you mean the show trials?
the ones they did on all the people that were no longer of any use after they Paperclipped the useful ones away to live out their lives in wealth and privacy?
those ones?
fucking kek
the cynical historian in me says "of course, dont be naive"
but the hopeful dipshit in me says "maybe itll be different this time"
constant war b/w the two
new here?
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at Juilliard, and I've headlined numerous festivals from Coachella to Lollapalooza, and I have over 300 confirmed platinum records. I am trained in wammy bar and I'm the top shredder in all of pop punk. You are nothing to me but just another Guitar Hero skid. I will shred your eyeballs out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, Kenny G. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of death metal beauticians across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little things called your earballs. You're fucking dead, Ibanez player. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can record a dope solo seven hundred ways, and that's just with my Gibson acoustic. Not only am I extensively trained in rocking your face off, but I have access to the entire tour bus of Slayer and I will use it to its full extent to shred your miserable ass off the annex stage, you little Nickelback fan. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you Matchbox 20 roadie. I will shred fury all over you and you will mosh to it. It's a fucking banjo duel, kiddo.
well, firstly you'd know most of us do it simply because we're bored af
secondly, you'd then know if we actually got to do research on real shit and not 50 year old obsolete science, we'd never think of numbing our minds again
but something tells me (you) know that already
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Galactic Federation Starfleet Academy, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Vlash and Maitre homeworlds, and I have over 300 confirmed mind-melds. I am trained in psyonic warfare and I'm the top interceptor pilot in the entire Arcturian Armada. You are nothing to me but just another colonization. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in this galactic sector, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, human. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of ayylmaos across Agartha and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, monkey boy. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, you carbon-based biped. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven quintillion ways, and that's just with my mind bullets. Not only am I extensively trained in psyonic warfare, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Pleidian-Draco Hybrid Shapeshifters and I will use them to their full capabilities to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the planet, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn failed genetic experiment. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, earthling.
love it
i already drove by the liquor store
they'll have to drink vodka martinis like the rest of america
i stole it from tenacious d
kek