>"BuIlying is fucked up man"
"BuIlying is fucked up man"
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OP is a little bitch
It is. Justice and kindness are virtues.
what did he mean by this
Based.
PLs, post this on other boards too
I saw it on /sci/ the other day
>Feminization takes Oedipus to new heights
based schizoid looking up literally every shitpost in the archives so he can post a screenshot
Someone noticing you repost the same unfunny, unwarranted OP constantly, with on discernible joke or meaning to it (to anyone except you), and then proving it with a screenshot of the archives, is not "schizo." You dilute what little utility that meme word still has here by misusing it. This is how concrete concepts decay and become less distinct over time. But you wouldn't know that because you're a retard.
Based OP, bullying Yea Forumstards with his offtopic threads. Utterly BASED
lol he mad
How do you see this
sent you a pm with the instructions :)
OP here, here is a full list of my threads. I often reread the early to mid threads as they have the most thoughtful replies.
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One day, OP, you wake up and find yourself sitting in your computer chair in your mom's basement. You'll be drowsy, feel a pounding in your head; you'll look around, your eyes hazy, groggy and sloppy. Why are the lights out? Did I drink last night?
"Mom?" You'll try to say, but it will come out as a barely audible "uh--" and then you'll realize you've drooled all down your chin, down to your neck, you feel it matted in your beard.
You'll try to move, but your hands won't budge. You shake your head, and that's when you realize your glasses are on--Why? I always take them off before body bye?--and that's when you'll hear a noise. A slavering in the corner, behind you.
You whirl in your chair, you tip sideways, your head cracks the corner of your desk on the way down. You're facing it now, and you've realized that your legs are also restrained to the computer chair--duct tape--and your head hurts even worse now, and there is definitely something breathing heavily--hungrily--in your closet.
Again you try, "Mommy?" But only a light moan escapes your lips, and now you're crying. You think you see a flash of eyes and hair. You're beginning to panic.
There's a noise at the top of the steps.
"Hello, sweetie." Relief flows through you. You wrench yourself to look up at her, but there are two figures--a man?--he comes confidently down halfway, smiling conspiratorially.
"Good morning pal. Rough night?"
A vicious sound now from the closet. Like something dragged across steel. Gnashing and gnawing. Panicking, you cringe and feel towards the closet.
You hear the man's voice again.
"I'd like you to meet my wife's son."
Hey it's this post
No more so is the child at the slave of the parent, then is any idea solely the product of the creators own mind.
>all control and guidance from the figures of authority closest to a child is negligible on the outcome of the child
>MOM LOOK I POSTED IT AGAIN
lmao @ all the libtards in this thread getting fucking DESTROYED. be sure to check out more of these epic maymays at r/thedonald, guys! :)
I think he ment ""Bullying is fucked up man""
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