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anyone else get an alt-rightery vibe from present day sheckler?
Nope, your inherent need to project societal and cultural warfare unto everything is beyond my comprehension.
shut up you cuck.
You know what Sanka. Let’s do things your way then. Let’s say you are skating around one day, getting parched and you ask for a cheeseburger, I give you a cheeseburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the cheeseburger in your hands. I give you a cheeseburger. You swallow and look down at the cheeseburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a cheeseburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the cheeseburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a cheeseburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a cheeseburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the cheeseburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a cheeseburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a cheeseburger.
Ahhh the Ctrl+P Cuil Theory rebuttal.
What’s your faviourite form of potato? I’m more of a mashed kind of guy myself, I just like the message that mashed potatoes send you know? Whenever I go to a steakhouse and the server asks me what I want as my side order I literally just give them the look and they gasp and nod in approval. At this point, the entire restaurant has usually fallen silent, anyone with a heart condition will feel themselves slipping out of consciousness. Anything made of Iridium or neodymium will levitate, and all steel alloys within 25miles cease to exist. Everybody waits in anticipation, and when mashed potatoes are the next thing out of the kitchen, a standing ovation will ensue ( I kind of like to leave that part up to the local customs). You see, mashing the potato is such a violent act, working out your frustrations on the starch,
Maybe you suck at skateboarding
Perhaps you push mongo
Maybe your girlfriend left you
Maybe the crushing weight of reality makes you feel like you are drowning in a sea of darkness,
All of these things disappear into the starch, and suddenly a beautiful fluff emerges. I’ve known sick men, people like Tracer, people who merely crunch the raw potato like it is an apple, letting the starch mingle with the cool ranch Doritos remnants, these people seek to capture and set fire to the very dove of life itself. From mashed potatoes, and this quality SLAP post YOU and ME can now see that life is not a dove, no, life is a Phoenix, and it will ALWAYS rise from the ashes. You have made me very proud today.