Thanks, I grew it myself

If you insist

Cheaper to make your own protein concoctions with Costco quantities of milk for whey and acid whey. Bonus: byproduct is your choice of a pound of mozzarella or Greek yogurt.

It’s a metaphor for the diabolical nonsense people constantly post on 4chan. Anon is either deluded (less likely) or attempting to lure others into unhealthy lifestyle decisions for fun. The main character is a robot, a la r9k, and the only ones cheering are other odd misfits. The women are, on the other hand, human shaped, once again reinforcing the gulf in humanity between the members of the board and those outside of it. Much of 4chan is poopie rapie.

With that said, yes, absolutely, I agree

(Unfortunately) relevant

hehe…

the White House will smell like curry

Like, the whole building? The entire 55000 square foot structure including meeting rooms, studios, gardens, sex dungeons, document store rooms, janitor’s closets, tailor suites, all of it?

At a certain point of unwanted touching, you begin to wonder whether you’ve done something wrong, communicated something improperly, offered some hint at your consent. It’s a foreign sensation, a unique invasion and no two people respond exactly alike. Half an hour of molestation is a lot. It’s plenty of time to reach a trauma response. I don’t know whether anon, in this assuredly made up bait story, was in such a state but even the possibility is uncomfortable.

If anything, anon would have been the aggrieved party. “No” doesn’t mean yes or later or maybe, it means “no.” If getting drunk absolved you of all responsibility, DUIs wouldn’t exist. Folks need to respect boundaries.

“What happened to Ted? He used to love reminiscing but all of a sudden, he bolts before I can even start my thought. I say “remember that time” and he runs off.”

As far as changing how users use up/downvotes, I can see two methods. The expedient method is admin banning “abusers,” and that would cause a monumental shitshow. Forcing the issue is just going to kill an instance. Admin posts and continuous calls to action, on the other hand, would elicit ironic downvoters but has a chance of gradually shifting attitudes. Honestly doesn’t seem worth the grief either way.

Yeah, the guy who started it, Rick, is completely under water. The whole thing’s really blown up in his face.

Could’ve saved the swim for another night and gone to calicocutpant.com. But if you use it, you gotta give.

“You touch a creature and stimulate its natural healing ability.”

If stem cells could solve the issue, it’s possible. Turn it into a surgery, high DC medicine check, or an insane arcana check and a DM would probably let it play.

‘Even gods can be flawed’ is among the least racist statements I’ve ever heard. The litmus test of mad libbing, gods->[race] doesn’t seem racist either. As an aside, it’s funny to note that the chillest person in the entirety of their universe, short of dog pope, is an ideological anarchist.

I still think Scientologists helped to ruin 4chan after project chanology. It’s not as if they lack the resources and the motive

Funny, I’ve been on the other end. A friend of mine, who fancied himself Scarface, would often send messages from his burner at the end of use. Usually something nonsensical, like “the cats have got it this time” or “hey, this the guy with the shirt?” Anyway, I receive a text that reads “hey, whos this?” and I immediately attempt to offer them drugs, because why not implicate myself in someone else’s crimes? They respond with confusion, and so I press them for “wasting my time” and go off about how they need to pick up their product before I make it their problem.

The messages go quiet for a few minutes, and then I receive a call from a gentleman significantly older and significantly whiter than my friend, urging me to leave their family alone before the police are called. Naturally, this is just a part of the game. I had no clue where my friend could have found an old white man to so perfectly speak these lines, and I wasn’t about to waste his efforts. I reply with a paraphrased version of Training Day’s “King Kong ain’t got shit on me” speech and hang up, giggling to myself.

Some days later, we’re hanging out and I mention his prank, calling it hilarious, begging to know who he put on the line. He laughs along with me, wondering what I mean. I mention some details and his face lights up with confused laughter. He has no clue what I’m talking about. Near as I can gather, I traumatized some kid and their father a few decades ago. If you’re reading this, sorry guys. Also thanks for not actually calling the police.

>vagina-bearer

Heh, nerd.

>new job
>no clue what duties are
>manager out sick with severe oral chlamydia
>ask coworker
>smells like a sweat sock doused in ammonia
>nearly burst into treats upon entering their miasma
>somehow surmises I’m trying to smash
>grimace.wave
>I silently retreat
>still need money
>surveillance is the only route forward
>surreptitiously watch coworker
>they never notice
>gradually learn how to use the register
>discover job duties
>uncover weed stashes
>encounter the cum room
>my picture above a desecrated bucket
>cease hiding my reconnaissance
>they cease visiting the cum room
>still sneaks peeks at me
>bust them for weed stashes
>work suddenly feels safe
>feelsgoodman.png

The intrinsic intolerance hidden just beneath the veneer of an accepting society drives us straight to the bottom and splits us in two, whether it be sexuality, race, or lactose. Whoever needs to hear it, it’s okay to be gay, black, or a milk drinker.