Man, you know what I hate? When people feel the need to rant about their problems. When they feel so worthless and alone that all they can do is shout out for help in vain even though nobody will ever listen. I love making fun of people like that day and night. Trying to help them isn't an option, they're hopless. People who rant are wimps because life is easy for everybody and if you can't handle it you suck. You suck. Youuuuuu suuuuuuck. Hahahaha. I just created the best thread ever. I need some money for this. Ranting is stupid. People who rant are stupid. They're not alone, miserable, on their last leg, anything. They're just morons. They'll always be morons. Nothing will ever change them.
I am so awesome. I captured that moment perfectly. I should direct a movie. It'll be about how good I am at capturing human integrity. We can call it "Fuck Me In The Face I'm So God Damn Good At Capturing Human Integrity". There will be naysayers. They will say my film is a crock, but I will point and laugh at them. I will throw missiles in their general direction and pee on their furniture. Maybe also I'll set off their car alarms. That way the world will turn into a never ending apocolypse black hole where your mind is slowly being sucked into the floor like there's a vacuum cleaner underneath it waiting to get your mind when your guard's down. Then maybe the world would be more like these so-called "ranters" say. But what do ranters know anyway besides NOTHING. OH YEAH THEY KNOW EVERYTHING. WE ARE ALL WISDOM GENIUSES AND WE HAVE TOTEM POLES FOR FACES. I like my gravy with ketchup and I like to slosh it around in a big pudding mix of death I will serve to that guy...with that hat...or something. Walks around like a businessman. Some big suit he is. Your money doesn't go with you to the grave, not unless you hide it in your ass. You know what I hide in my ass? Cats. I stuff cats in my ass and shit hairballs so that way I can make a mint, which is my favorite flavor of shoe. I lick shoes. I eat socks. I snort shoelaces. Maybe one day I'll move up to snorting pants. Then I could get so high. So fucking high. I could rate a buffalo chicken please cheese with squeeze.
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I am so awesome. I captured that moment perfectly. I should direct a movie. It'll be about how good I am at capturing human integrity. We can call it "Fuck Me In The Face I'm So God Damn Good At Capturing Human Integrity". There will be naysayers. They will say my film is a crock, but I will point and laugh at them. I will throw missiles in their general direction and pee on their furniture. Maybe also I'll set off their car alarms. That way the world will turn into a never ending apocolypse black hole where your mind is slowly being sucked into the floor like there's a vacuum cleaner underneath it waiting to get your mind when your guard's down. Then maybe the world would be more like these so-called "ranters" say. But what do ranters know anyway besides NOTHING. OH YEAH THEY KNOW EVERYTHING. WE ARE ALL WISDOM GENIUSES AND WE HAVE TOTEM POLES FOR FACES. I like my gravy with ketchup and I like to slosh it around in a big pudding mix of death I will serve to that guy...with that hat...or something. Walks around like a businessman. Some big suit he is. Your money doesn't go with you to the grave, not unless you hide it in your ass. You know what I hide in my ass? Cats. I stuff cats in my ass and shit hairballs so that way I can make a mint, which is my favorite flavor of shoe. I lick shoes. I eat socks. I snort shoelaces. Maybe one day I'll move up to snorting pants. Then I could get so high. So fucking high. I could rate a buffalo chicken please cheese with squeeze.
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