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2018-03-17 at 3:02 AM UTC in BRiCK story threadIn another case, taking place in a "red colony", where a serial rapist has just arrived. Seemingly, lowering him, is against the rules of that colony. It was a very "correct" and followed a model regime. And then it was decided to declare a verbal boycott on the rapist. Nobody exchanged a word with him for a whole 3 years. Also by the way, the prison staff also upheld this boycott. The rapist at first rejoiced, that he wont become lowered, but he then later became envious of lowered prison bitches. After all people cannot do without communication for years at a time. Apparently the rapist started getting irreversible problems with the psyche. He constantly said something to himself under his nose, waved his hands, and later came a period where he started beating his head against the wall. This maniac was repeatedly placed into solitary confinement, where he also did not cease to amaze, trying to bite through the bed frame.
To sum it up, nobody was surprised when one day he hung himself.
As one prison guard puts it, those sexual predators who get released into freedom after having sat in prison, become even angrier and evil; Due to humiliation received from other prisoners. Therefore seemingly logically, its best that they never come out of there. The people have methods for their so-called re-education, since we have such humane judges who give such humane punishments for people who commit such grave crimes.
I thank you for your attention.
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2018-03-16 at 10:26 PM UTC in MAL, a woman lost in time
Originally posted by D4NG0 lol. I should probably fess up.
When Bill Krozby posted that #metoo story with an accompanying phone number a couple months ago, I texted the chick and pretended to be another victim of Bill Krozby's to get more info. Then I directed her to the forum and got her to whine to Lanny about her PI being up. After that, I messaged her on NiS, knowing which account she had thanks to our text thread, saying a fat little bird told me she was worried about her phone number, and that I would edit it out of my post (since I had quoted it).
We chatted for a while on here and built rapport, but I couldn't get her to do anything IRL to Bill Krozby. My intention was to have someone in Austin who would be willing to do something stupid to fuck up his life, or at least embarass him on the forum, but it wasn't as entertaining/fruitful as I'd imagined.
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2018-03-16 at 7:21 PM UTC in Have you ever been mugged?after reading these posts im dubious that anyone on this site has any balls between their legs other that the ones slapping there when some random stranger goes a little too deep.
i suspect the cause is lack of suitable male role models considering the active juden-kike conspiracy to turn every white male into a bottom-fag eunuch and every woman into a pregnant, baby-daddy-less miscegenist. that being the case, i shall supply an example of how a male is supposed to react to conflict.
rule #1 yes, violence is the answer. anyone who says otherwise is a bottomfag uber-bottom juden-kike shill
if in doubt about violence being the answer, refer to rule #1
now that we've established that, so ensues the story which someone told me about. it may have happened...it may not have happened...i have no idea but i have no reason to doubt the sincerity of the person who told it to me. or maybe the whole thing is pure fiction...i dont know.
once upon a time, in a land far, far away, the hero of our story is wandering through a handsome and well tanned individual-fuxated city which was at one time white-majority but at the time had become completely overrun with mudslime immigrants from assorted mudslime countries.
while walking down an alleyway made of shitty cobblestones that were probably originally set in the 1500's (literally...not exaggerating) and approaching a 'T' in the direction, a trio of handsome and well tanned individuals that had been leaning against the side of one of the buildings started watching our hero while trying to not make it obvious. their head and body movements could almost have been mistaken for casual curiosity of a visitor if they hadnt been accompanied by the typical subconscious change of stance into aggressive mannerisms and an exaggerated attempt at seeming busy doing something that was nothing.
when separation of about ten feet happened, the handsome and well tanned individual trio suddenly found themselves not so busy doing what they were doing and approached the lone walker, hands in their pockets, making general disparaging comments, the most frequent and prominent being...quote...'go home american. we hate you. we kill you'...in the typical mudslime accent that sounded like some sort of retarded chinese kid wearing braces trying to speak swahili.
the hero didnt say a word and tried to continue walking past the handsome and well tanned individuals since no matter what the outcome the results and consequences would be less than appealing.
the less-than-civilized vermin approached to within arms length when one tried to push the hero with no affect, then another tried for a head-shot with an open palm, with the only result being knocking off a pair of glasses. at this point, with two handsome and well tanned individuals directly blocking the path, the third behind those two, and the first two already having made physical attacks, the heros response was a hearty knuckle directly into the temple of the closest mudslime causing him to fall into his boyfriend, who caught him and tried to hold him up but the weight dragged them both down in a combination of a fall and assisted-crash-landing. the expression on the faces of the three handsome and well tanned individuals was that of amazement which, later on, was discovered to be due to the method of H2H mudslimes preferred was not closed-fist punches, but open-handed slapping. getting punched in the face was an experience these parasitic beasts had never experienced.
the two incapacitated handsome and well tanned individuals recovered quickly then all three lunged at the hero, tackling him to the ground, where an ensuing wrestling match along with some kicking, led to one of the mudslimes magically conjuring a knife from somewhere at about the same time another of them found an elbow suddenly against his jaw after a high-speed transit. the elbow-victims head was flat on the ground, ear down, when the elbow impacted and based on how much 'give' there was on impact, he was going to be on a liquid diet for awhile.
to make a long story short, liquid-diet boy and one of his compatriots ran off together yammering on in their native language, while the one who thought it'd be a good idea to bring a knife to a fist fight staggered a few yards, collapsed to the ground, and was left curled-up in some detritus and discarded debris, no longer in possession of his knife but the proud owner of a shiny new orifice several inches deeper than the blade was long.
the hero of our story rode off into the sunset, assuring there was zero possibility the knife would ever be seen again.
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2018-03-13 at 3:38 PM UTC in My sister is pregnantOr a dad?
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2018-03-12 at 6:25 PM UTC in I'm leaving Niggas In Space forever.This is the true measure of when a totse spinoff site becomes successful. When users start to try to quit and are unsuccessful.
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2018-03-08 at 5:35 AM UTC in -SpectraL is a phony: definitive proof. Link him to this thread whenever he spouts his shit.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-03-08 at 4:48 AM UTC in -SpectraL is a phony: definitive proof. Link him to this thread whenever he spouts his shit.
TOTSE was started by Jeff Hunter, real name unknown (a founding member of NIRVANAnet)[1] in 1989 as a dial-up BBS originally named "& the Temple of the Screaming Electron". The original &TOTSE specialized in small text files. (Hunter had an old 8088 PC XT clone with limited hard drive space; small text files were the only data he could store in reasonable quantity.)[1]
TOTSE became available on the Internet in 1997, and the dial-up BBS system was discontinued in the spring of 1998.
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Originally posted by Enter You've got NO fucking alibi for being on Totse before 2006, soldier. You ain't going anywhere.
Originally posted by -SpectraL Enter, even before 1989 I was using HyperTerminal on TelNet to log into various BBS sites of the day. Do you really think I wouldn't have been on the web version of Totse as soon as it opened in 1989? I mean, I was already on the ASCII version of Totse and other sites before that.
Originally posted by Enter ASCII version of Totse? Totse before 1989? THE FUCK ARE U TALKING ABOUT?
Originally posted by -SpectraL Ok, I meant to say 2001. You've got nothing.
Originally posted by Enter You fucked up, old man. Even then. It came to the web in 1997, not 2001.
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2018-02-28 at 8:53 PM UTC in Libertarian Police DepartmentI was shooting heroin and reading “The Fountainhead” in the front seat of my privately owned police cruiser when a call came in. I put a quarter in the radio to activate it. It was the chief.
“Bad news, detective. We got a situation.”
“What? Is the mayor trying to ban trans fats again?”
“Worse. Somebody just stole four hundred and forty-seven million dollars’ worth of bitcoins.”
The heroin needle practically fell out of my arm. “What kind of monster would do something like that? Bitcoins are the ultimate currency: virtual, anonymous, stateless. They represent true economic freedom, not subject to arbitrary manipulation by any government. Do we have any leads?”
“Not yet. But mark my words: we’re going to figure out who did this and we’re going to take them down … provided someone pays us a fair market rate to do so.”
“Easy, chief,” I said. “Any rate the market offers is, by definition, fair.”
He laughed. “That’s why you’re the best I got, Lisowski. Now you get out there and find those bitcoins.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m on it.”
I put a quarter in the siren. Ten minutes later, I was on the scene. It was a normal office building, strangled on all sides by public sidewalks. I hopped over them and went inside.
“Home Depot™ Presents the Police!®” I said, flashing my badge and my gun and a small picture of Ron Paul. “Nobody move unless you want to!” They didn’t.
“Now, which one of you punks is going to pay me to investigate this crime?” No one spoke up.
“Come on,” I said. “Don’t you all understand that the protection of private property is the foundation of all personal liberty?”
It didn’t seem like they did.
“Seriously, guys. Without a strong economic motivator, I’m just going to stand here and not solve this case. Cash is fine, but I prefer being paid in gold bullion or autographed Penn Jillette posters.”
Nothing. These people were stonewalling me. It almost seemed like they didn’t care that a fortune in computer money invented to buy drugs was missing.
I figured I could wait them out. I lit several cigarettes indoors. A pregnant lady coughed, and I told her that secondhand smoke is a myth. Just then, a man in glasses made a break for it.
“Subway™ Eat Fresh and Freeze, Scumbag!®” I yelled.
Too late. He was already out the front door. I went after him.
“Stop right there!” I yelled as I ran. He was faster than me because I always try to avoid stepping on public sidewalks. Our country needs a private-sidewalk voucher system, but, thanks to the incestuous interplay between our corrupt federal government and the public-sidewalk lobby, it will never happen.
I was losing him. “Listen, I’ll pay you to stop!” I yelled. “What would you consider an appropriate price point for stopping? I’ll offer you a thirteenth of an ounce of gold and a gently worn ‘Bob Barr ‘08’ extra-large long-sleeved men’s T-shirt!”
He turned. In his hand was a revolver that the Constitution said he had every right to own. He fired at me and missed. I pulled my own gun, put a quarter in it, and fired back. The bullet lodged in a U.S.P.S. mailbox less than a foot from his head. I shot the mailbox again, on purpose.
“All right, all right!” the man yelled, throwing down his weapon. “I give up, cop! I confess: I took the bitcoins.”
“Why’d you do it?” I asked, as I slapped a pair of Oikos™ Greek Yogurt Presents Handcuffs® on the guy.
“Because I was afraid.”
“Afraid?”
“Afraid of an economic future free from the pernicious meddling of central bankers,” he said. “I’m a central banker.”
I wanted to coldcock the guy. Years ago, a central banker killed my partner. Instead, I shook my head.
“Let this be a message to all your central-banker friends out on the street,” I said. “No matter how many bitcoins you steal, you’ll never take away the dream of an open society based on the principles of personal and economic freedom.”
He nodded, because he knew I was right. Then he swiped his credit card to pay me for arresting him. -
2018-02-24 at 11:45 AM UTC in ChootieShe was put to rest on Thursday morning. My kitten bitten.
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2018-02-19 at 11:47 AM UTC in Meeting my gf's dad
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2018-02-19 at 7:32 AM UTC in The Trainwreck Tale of the Insatiable Bill KrozbyBill Krozby was born into this world much like everyone else. Crying and screaming, his little plump legs kicking into the air. The boy was healthy and happy. He ate well, shat well, and in time, even learned how to walk well. To the time-deaf parents of Bill Krozby, everything was as it should be.
At the age of three, Bill Krozby had his first girlfriend. "Cute," his parents called it. They told jokes in private. "Pretty soon they'll be getting married!" His mother once giggled. It became so 'cute' that they began to encourage it. "Well aren't you going to kiss your girlfriend goodbye?" They said. And Bill Krozby did.
Years passed and the children grew up. Bill Krozby had remained friends with this girl, though the wedding jokes had long since passed. They played regularly after school in the small outcrop behind the playground. The children enjoyed how quiet and wide it was back there, but more importantly, they enjoyed the lack of adults. It wasn't often that they got to frolic unsupervised, so they took every chance they could get to slip behind the rocks. And the parents didn't mind. They were good kids after all.
"I'm tired of tag," Bill Krozby said, exasperated. "How about we play a new game?"
Jenny sat in the dirt. "Like what?"
"You wanna play Doctor?" Bill Krozby asked. He'd been planning this for some time.
"Sure, what do I do?"
Bill Krozby smiled.
"Just lay down on that rock like you're at the doctor's office. I'll be the doctor and this will be my sethoscope!"
"Your what?" Jenny questioned.
"You know, that cold thing that the doctors use to listen to your heart?"
"I think it's called a stethoscope."
'Source?' Bill Krozby thought to himself.
"It doesn't matter though," Jenny said sweetly, moving over to the rock. "Let's just play."
Bill Krozby grabbed the rock he'd picked up earlier and put it to Jenny's chest. His heart bounced.
"Uh, Bill Krozby? I don't think the doctors do it like that."
"Oh what?" Bill Krozby rushed to say. He was glad the hot sun hid his red face. "Sorry, I haven't been to the doctor in a while. I forgot how it goes. Why don't you be the doctor instead?"
"Erm, okay." Jenny twirled nervously in her head as they switched spots. She cleared her throat, pretending to look up from a clipboard. "So Mr. Bill Krozby, what seems to be the problem?"
"Well I've got this pain right here."
"In your stomach?"
"No, a little lower."
Jenny placed her hand on Bill Krozby's abdomen. "Here?"
"Lower."
Jenny went lower.
"Lower," Bill Krozby demanded.
"Bill Krozby, I don't think we should be-" Jenny looked down as her hand was pulled away from her. "Bill Krozby WHAT ARE YOU-"
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING SLAMPIG, THIS IS WHAT DOCTORS DO!"
Yanking herself away, Jenny ran off towards the playground in tears. She thought about telling somebody, but didn't want to get Bill Krozby in trouble. He was such a good friend. Or at least he had been. What Bill Krozby did felt wrong, but maybe it was her who was wrong. Maybe doctors actually did do that. How could she know? She wasn't a doctor. It was all so confusing to young Jenny, who had never seen or heard of anything like what she'd just experienced.
A grin spread slowly over Bill Krozby's face. His father was right, that was fun.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!- kroz,
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2018-02-19 at 12:37 AM UTC in Bill Krozby trying to steal somebody's phone in public (with evidence)And yes, he got his ass knocked the fuck down.
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2018-02-18 at 10:19 PM UTC in Policeman beheaded and son has heart/skin removed while alive
Originally posted by Jeremus I didn't even dispute that, cockfag. In fact I specifically pointed that out. That's simply not the issue under debate. The issue is whether or not "race" as it is seen now is a useful idea. It is not. There is no such thing as the "white race" or the "black race". Two "white" people from different populations such as from an Anglo background and the far Eastern reaches of Russia, who both evolved to achieve white skin, might have just as many differences in their genetics as either of those two and a sub-Saharan nigger.
Again, no shit faggot. "A computer" will note differences in cluster analyses between populations and we can do the same within each individual population, and the lines will only get clearer as we move down to the individual level, not blurrier. For example, a biological family will have closer genes to one another than any member of the family does to the average other member of the next hierarchical level of population (such as their city). We can play this game up and down the block. Now you tell me where we draw the line and call it a race like "black" or "white". I'll wait.
So what you're saying is, you came into this thread with only a straw man and your dick in your hands? Because I never denied genetic clustering you cum encrusted phallus enthusiast: my dispute has always been taxonomical in nature and how it's not a relevant or useful concept. I literally made this clear in my very first post responding to you on this, so you're just tilting at windmills. Now go gargle Jean-Francois's balls till he finally cums out a coherent response to the actual contention I have.
This is Captain Falcon btw.
Oh, hey Captain Falcon. Thank you for agreeing with 90% of my post. From what I've gathered, you are admitting to genetic differences between populations but you don't want to use words to describe these genetic and (observable) phenotypic realities.
So you're chilling with bae. You go to the kitchen to make a sandwich. There's a knock on the door. Bae says "I'll get it!" and gets up to see who's at the door. A second later you hear a scream and you quickly run to bae to see what's going on. You see bae on the floor, in a pool of blood, choking. In horror, you look up at the doorway and see a gentleman standing there with a knife in his hands. He smiles at you and runs away.
You cry a little bit then call the police. The police come and comfort you a little bit. They ask you for a description of the perpetrator. You suddenly remember how useless taxonomic categories are in describing phenotypic differences which are caused by genetic markers among human populations.
"Uhh...it was...like...this guy...I mean...he was wearing a black...a black jacket..."
"Could you describe his appearance?"
"Um...he had like...black...uh...black hair...like uh...short, black hair."
"What else do you remember?"
"Uhh...he was like, uhh...my height, maybe...maybe a little taller."
"Okay. It's okay, take your time. What did his face look like?"
"Umm...you know...the guy, uhh...I think he uh...I mean, like I agree that...genetic differences, like, exist but..."
"Sorry? What do you mean? What did he look like?"
"He had um...like...points to leather sofa but like points to own face".
"I'm sorry, I don't understand. Are you saying he was wearing a mask? A leather mask?"
"No, um...no...his face...uhh...it was...it was like...it looked like...like this sofa..."
"It looked like this sofa? This sofa is black. Are you saying he was Black?"
"Uhh...you know...I really don't think it's uh...useful to, uh..."
I'm literally dying here. You must be slightly assburgered right? You're saying the concept of race is useless because "White" encompasses many different ethnicities while "Black" also encompasses various different ethnicities. Apparently if you line up a bunch of Icelandic, French, Hungarian, Ukrainian people alongside a bunch of Nigerian, Ghanaian, Zambian, Ugandan people, the concept of race would be entirely useless because all this wonderful diversity only exists in computers running genetic clusters but has no practical applications in real life situations. lmfao. Okay, that's cool. Hey man, to each their own right? I'm sure we're not going to change each other's minds here anyway. You're a millionaire anyway bro, you ain't gotta do this. Have a good day bro!The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-02-18 at 3:35 PM UTC in Enter and stupidnoobSometimes this whole "totse community" thing feels like high school all over again.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-02-07 at 7:52 AM UTC in If you had to reverse one bodily function, which would it be?I would reverse the way my optic nerve works, because then when I see a rainbow my eyes would actually be projecting a rainbow, therefore making rainbows exist objectively
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2018-02-04 at 8:09 AM UTC in ATTN: MQUESTIONSIf so i am going to need to see an email address.
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2018-02-02 at 5:06 PM UTC in Can we take a moment to thank Lanny for this site?
Originally posted by Enter Oh, I definitely don't trust "Sophie" farther than I can throw him. I remember him as psychomanthis. Totally mad with power; your cliche moderator up there with meta. For those who didn't know he was psychomanthis, how does it feel knowing your resident pedophile was a sick fuck all along?
Why are you suddenly upset with me? I've been nothing but kind to yo here on NiS, even going so far as saying you're Charizard. Also power yeah, i kicked the habit. Rocklin and Idio wanted me to be super mod on RedFern as well but i declined. Also, i don't recall me calling you a sick fuck for wanting to make out with guys while drunk. Like Xlite, i don't judge people on their sexual preferences. But you do what you gotta do. In my experience the people who yell out "PEDOPHILES ARE SICK!" the loudest, are either closet pedos themselves or have been abused as a child. Which one are yo Enter? I am leaning towards victim.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-01-30 at 2:42 PM UTC in Is this a great idea?The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
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2018-01-29 at 3:48 AM UTC in Bill Krozby-tier Lifestyle-fucktarderyThis is some shit straight out of Bill Krozbys pathetic existence so Im going to share it for everyones giggling and snickering pleasure. ill start out by saying something that ive posted many times: that is, my posting style is not shtick...if anything my posting here is more subdued than i am in my actual real-life existence. nextly...im going to be intentionally vague about some details to maintain sekrit-see and avoid too much PI while giving just enough info to keep the story line going and giving it a decent flow.
A few days ago I was working...doing my usual stuffs...and an individual who has no association with myself or my company was performing actions that were not only hampering our activities...but that individuals actions were causing physical damage to our 'stuffs.' that individual also caused physical damage to the property of other individuals who werent associated with my company or anything we were doing. due to certain environmental and altitude conditions it wasnt convenient for me to express my displeasure at their shenanigans which left me with the next best course of action which was to perform actions that were hampering to their own to-do list. This individual will now be known as 'faggot' to make identifying them easier.
This went on for a bit...with a co-worker and myself getting some chuckles about the interference being caused, faggots disgusted looks sent to our general direction, and the obvious growing displeasure of the faggot. Eventually faggot went to our supervisor unbeknownst to me and apparently had some sort of chit-chat, the content of which i have no idea.
my supervisor will now be called 'uberbottom' to make identifying them easier. some backstory on uberbottom is that i have seniority to them, significantly more overall job related experience, as well as several orders of magnitude higher forms of life-related knowledge in comparison. additionally...uberbottom makes it a top-tier priority to live up to his namesake as often as possible. this individuals personality is as uber-beta as it gets...and the funny part is even though hes an uber-beta bottom bitch, he tries to compensate by playing top-of-totempole-super-beta in every conversation he has. there were several times i was in conversations amongst a group of people where the other parties had dumbfounded looks on their faces after some of the stupid-ass shit uberbottom would say. a final tidbit of trivia on the hierarchy of things and somewhat related backstory is the owner of the company specifically said to me that i was his first choice to be supervisor however my intentions were...quote: to come in to work, hang out for a few hours, go home, then collect my paycheck at the end of the week. a simplistic explanation for that reasoning is the continuity of my goals were not at that place of employ for multiple reasons...one of which is i have no desire to be an integral part of such an asshole-rodeo where the poor rider is perpetually skewered in the ass by the bull while the rodeo-clowns all stand around sucking each other off and are oblivious to the goings-on around them...other than maybe pissing, shitting, or perhaps launching some other bodily fluid in random directions when the urge magically strikes.
anyways...shortly after faggot had a conversation with uberbottom...myself and my coworker were continuing our protests of faggots behavior, the details of which i cant get too clear on without giving out too much info that would be PI related, but basically what was normal job-tasking was being undertaken with the slight modification to make it an inconvenience for faggot. coworker and myself were literally laughing about an action we had just undertaken when uberbottom comes over and makes one of his usual laughable attempts at playing beta...specifically taking a tone of voice i didnt approve of. this particular tone of voice is the norm for him when hes try-harding and the majority of the time i literally make a joke of some sort directed at him about it to clarify that my balls are, in fact, better developed than his. there were several times i told him to take a midol, or that he needs to give me more notice when hes on his period so i can call in sick so i
dont have to deal with his PMS but almost always in a humorous/sarcastic tone. even on the rare occasion that my response to him is aggressive he'll wander off to de-escalate the situation. (i never get into arguments that i cant win so im not the one needing to de-escalate.) for some reason unbeknownst to me...i dont know if i was in a bad mood...or what...but my immediate, un-thought-out (normally before i say something...anything... vocally to someone i play it in my head first before i actually say it, but this time i didnt) reply wasnt my normal tone but what is known in the military as 'command voice.' basically it is made in the diaphragm instead of the throat and deeper and louder than normal yelling. after about three or four of my comments to him, uberbottom squared off to me for about half a second giving me the impression his first instinct was to try something physical then his clarity-of-thought kicked in so he un-squared off and made some physical distance between us. (as i already mentioned...hes an uber-beta and in no delusion of grandeur anywhere near my physical capacity.) i added some 'retards', 'motherfuckers', and several other colorful aphorisms in there. i even used
a saying i use on small children when im disciplining them which is 'you did xxxxx when you should have done xxxx. you obviously dont realize how *colorful expletive* that is so you need to think long and hard about it.' uberbottom tried to
keep up but his replies were about as pathetic as the worst of what Bill Krozby would dribble out. i clearly pointed out how his position was wholly untenable based on his replies to my points, then when it was clear to him and everyone else his magazine was empty he eventually he made some sort of commentary in desperation about sending me home with my reply being along the lines of 'you know better than to try that BS with me mother fucker, ill take my shit and be out of here so fast your shit will spin.'...whereupon he said 'go home.' i continued to make commentary...still yelling...while i collected my stuffs, most important of which was my lunch because i was just about to eat. every other word i sent his way was an expletive. the exchange eventually degraded to the point of the entirety of his replies being 'go home' with mine telling him how retarded he was, pointing out that he was clueless, and calling him various derogatory names. there were quite a
few multi-syllable words of 'proper' terminology with expletives added...and several times i said 'youre an idiot' in a sarcastic tone.
the funny part was there were literally dozens of people around, ranging from bottom-tier scrub worker-bees to dress-clothes wearing high level management/supervisors and each and every one of them could clearly hear the exchange yet
they all continued their work while appearing as if they werent hearing a thing. faggot disappeared almost instantly after the verbal exchange started because i added him into the tirade and colorful-descriptives to support my position and point out the fallacy of uberbottoms statements.
this happened on wednesday at lunch. thursday i received my normal tasking however on friday i never received my tasking via the normal route of communications and there were no replies to my requests so i had the day off. (a good thing...i enjoyed the free time.) this isnt unusual considering it has happened several times previously and i thought nothing of it. earlier this evening a different 'supervisor'...and i use that term loosely...contacted me saying to pick up my 'final paycheck.'
more humor in that faggot not only cant tell me himself...but he cant give me my check, either. payday being friday but not being paid on friday has become the norm which is one of the many reasons i had no interest in staying in that job.
as a side note, on thursday one of the bystanders made a comment to me that he thought faggot fired me. i told him no...it was just a day off. more, more backstory, this individual dislikes faggot due to several attempts on the part of faggot
to play beta over him.
this is most assuredly not a cause for distress as now i dont have to quit myself and i have all the free time to myself that i need. my mood is thoroughly elevated and im going through various ideas on how to celebrate. im thinking about
getting a hooker, displaying one of Bill Krozby's pics on my phone, stuffing the phone up the hookers ass, then taking a pic that ill post in tribute to Bill Krozby-tard.
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2018-01-29 at 2:54 AM UTC in Unwyred or Ted Bundy?
Originally posted by Vizier What's the story there?
IIRC he coached someone who was depressed and trying to kill themselves into actually doing it. I believe he had the person on the phone as the event transpired. Reassuring them that it would be better. I thought the method of suicide was by carbonmonoxide poisoning. The person that killed themselves bought like a little disposable barbecue and proceeded to light the thing in a small confined area. In order for the gas to accumulate. Then the person died.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
