I think I post here so much to be triggered. There's something about that gets me off.
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Originally posted by Lanny
chill lil nigga. chill.
I'm not strictly opposed to themes. There was a lot of more important stuff to do when we moved to the ISS code so I didn't really think I'd ever get around to it but things have quieted down a bit. It wouldn't be unreasonable. I'll get around to it some day, might have some free time in the next few weeks to take a look at it.
The markup is pretty stable at this point, if someone wanted to whip up a user stylesheet that'd work right away and I'd probably roll it into a them when the time come.
Submit a pull
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Originally posted by WhiskeyPhoenix
So help my God, help my fuck
Who's your God and who's your fuck? I'm willing to help I just need a few DEETS, as the children say these days.
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Obbe don't these broads have nudes? At least post the nude versions. Or at least post both. Jesus FUCK.
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LOL ACTOR fishing for Enter likes. Cmon nigga. You're better than that.
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Originally posted by Enter
Well now your back's gonna hurt because you just pulled landscaping duty.
You're in MY world now, Enter.
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Thank you. Happy new year.
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Originally posted by CASPER
You ruined the present. Way to spoil the spirit of the season.
Casper. Spice thoughts?
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Originally posted by Brain surgeon
Y'all can suck my duck.
Ill acknowledge you.
*Acknowledges you*
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2017-12-30 at 4:07 PM UTC
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I guess it would be nice
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2017-12-30 at 3:57 PM UTC
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I denied God today.
Originally posted by Enter
This is just what people who want there to be a god tell themselves due to their fear of death.
That literally makes no sense in relation to what I said.
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2017-12-30 at 3:57 PM UTC
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I denied God today.
Originally posted by Open Your Mind
Whats the difference?
None if you believe weed or the Tao or Kim Kardashian created everything.
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2017-12-30 at 3:41 PM UTC
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I denied God today.
Atheism is extremism. I doubt you're actually an atheist. Being sure there isn't a god is just as absurd as being sure there is one.
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Originally posted by Speedy Parker
Fagletgai was way smarter than Jill and he was a dumbass.
Hmmmmm.
Valid point.
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I SPECIFICALLY remember neither of your stories. You're both lying. Nothing happened.
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2017-12-30 at 5:20 PM UTC
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People who say 'lit'
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2017-12-30 at 4:50 PM UTC
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I denied God today.
I've shown that post to dozens of people already today and they all enjoyed it. I'd say it's rated just fine.
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2017-12-30 at 3:55 PM UTC
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People who say 'lit'
Why is anyone defending the usage of 'lit' here? I can't imagine myself using it unironically. MAXIMUM CRINGE.
Everyone should be more like me. I'll paraphrase how I'd say those paraphrases.
"Got dang that's tight AF nigga"
"Furrealz?? Dang, dang."
"Yeah my nigger I was like super duper not myself like got dang nigger if I have a scent of drug usage just tell me to go use drugs elsewhere, NAWMEAN? Dang."
"Dang, this is good stuff."
That's how everyone should talk, like a MAN.
THANK YOU
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Not me. I was just considering becoming a composer so I could make songs with that dramatic pause in the middle that causes a lone audience member to start clapping and then the song bursts back in and he is filled with SHAME. I'd make every song like that.
I listen to some classical in the morning at work because my co-workers are all high strung and it helps to keep us all a little more relaxed.
Bach Bach Bach-aaaack!
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