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Copypasta of absurd and over the top replies in any discussion that became a meme of their own. Such as Navy Seals and UwU what’s this copyapsta.

Never make an advertisement again.

    Never make an advertisement again.
    
    You know, I’ve always wondered about people who work in advertising. I know I’ll never be able to ask anyone who works in that field about why they do what they do. Even if I did, it wouldn’t really matter I suppose. I would just forget what they say.
    
    Making advertisements like this isn’t really something that you do expecting to be remembered. It’s a waste really. Professional charlatan. Not even a noteworthy charlatan. Just a professional.
    
    How does it feel to waste your life away wondering how to get people to buy something they don’t really need or want?
    
    How does it feel to work on that deception knowing fully that you’ll never connect to a person through your work in a way more meaningful than one friend telling the other “This game I was playing is really good!”?
    
    It feels like wasted talent; or at least wasted potential. Then again, nobody goes into advertising (especially this sort of advertising) if they have talent or at least potential. They go into it sad and decrepit, they leave it the same way, and then they fucking die after having such a minimal impact on this world that nothing will really happen when the miserable event that is their mind stops happening.
    
    It’s depressing really, that such a person would exist who is willing to drag themselves so low as to do take a job making, designing, or planning an advertisement.
    
    How does it feel knowing that you have no talent, no potential, no impact on the world, and no act or opinion worth remembering?
    
    Actually, don’t answer that. I’d probably just forget. After all, you don’t go into advertising to be remembered.

    My disc filled up yesterday and I went to check what happened, and…

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      My disc filled up yesterday and I went to check what happened, and…
      
      I apparently had over 500 gb of gregtech files. About 300 gb in the unemptied trash, and 200 more scattered throughout my hard drive
      
      There were over 8 million files in total, and it took me quite some time to delete them all. I left the trash emptying over night, only to find it still running in the morning
      
      No exaggerations or shitpost, this is just literally what happened to me earlier this week 😭

      What the fuck did you just leech from me, you little bitch?

        Its the Navy Seals copypasta but changed to a warning message to Soulseek (P2P sharing network) downloading users with empty shares.

        What the fuck did you just leech from me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the SLSK Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Beatport, and I have over 300 unique lossless FLACs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top leecher in an entire elite underground h4x0r scene.
        
        You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with a bitrate the likes of which has never been seen before on this server, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with leeching that shit from me over the Internet? Think again bitch.
        
        As we speak I am contacting my secret network of seeds across the globe and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your music collection. You’re fucking blocked, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can DDOS you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with a single one of my botnets. Not only am I extensively trained in unscripted combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the RIAA and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable 128kbps MP3s off the face of the internet, you little shit.
        
        If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” download was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking "download folder" button. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you pathetic little leecher. I will shit mislabeled garbage transcodes all over you and you will drown in them.
        
        You’re fucking compressed, kiddo.
        What the fuck did you just leech from me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the SLSK Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Beatport, and I have over 300 unique lossless FLACs. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top leecher in an entire elite underground h4x0r scene. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with a bitrate the likes of which has never been seen before on this server, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with leeching that shit from me over the Internet? Think again bitch. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of seeds across the globe and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your music collection. You’re fucking blocked, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can DDOS you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with a single one of my botnets. Not only am I extensively trained in unscripted combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the RIAA and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable 128kbps MP3s off the face of the internet, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” download was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking "download folder" button. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you pathetic little leecher. I will shit mislabeled garbage transcodes all over you and you will drown in them. You’re fucking compressed, kiddo.

        ACCELERATION PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE

          Drag racing copypasta

          Its an old copypasta from 2004 that tries to capture the essence of Top Fuel dragsters and their ridiculous amount of acceleration. It was mainly posted in carhead forums and is 20 years out of date since there are huge technological improvements in drag racing since then.

          * One Top Fuel dragster 500 cubic inch (that's 8.2 litres in new money) Hemi
          engine makes more horsepower than the first 4 rows at the Daytona 500.
          
          * Under full throttle, a dragster engine consumes 11/2 gallons of
          nitromethane per second; a fully loaded 747 consumes jet fuel at the
          same rate with 25% less energy being produced.
          
          * A stock Dodge Hemi V8 engine cannot produce enough power to drive
          the dragster supercharger.
          
          * With 3000 CFM of air being rammed in by the supercharger on
          overdrive, the fuel mixture is compressed into a near-solid form
          before ignition. Cylinders run on the verge of hydraulic lock at full
          throttle.
          
          * At the stoichiometric 1.7:1 air/fuel mixture for nitromethane the
          flame front temperature measures 7050 degrees F.
          
          * Nitromethane burns yellow. The spectacular white flame seen above
          the stacks at night is raw burning hydrogen, dissociated from
          atmospheric water vapor by the searing exhaust gases.
          
          * Dual magnetos supply 44 amps to each spark plug. This is the output
          of an arc welder in each cylinder.
          
          * Spark plug electrodes are totally consumed during a pass. After 1/2
          way, the engine is dieseling from compression plus the glow of
          exhaust valves at 1400 degrees F. The engine can only be shut down by
          cutting the fuel flow.
          
          * If spark momentarily fails early in the run, unburned nitro builds
          up in the affected cylinders and then explodes with sufficient force
          to blow cylinder heads off the block in pieces or split the block in
          half.
          
          * In order to exceed 300 mph in 4.5 seconds dragsters must accelerate
          at an average of over 4G's. In order to reach 200 mph well before
          half-track, the launch acceleration approaches 8G's.
          
          * Dragsters reach over 300 miles per hour before you have completed
          reading this sentence.
          
          * Top Fuel Engines turn approximately 540 revolutions from light to
          light!
          
          * Including the burnout the engine must only survive 900 revolutions
          under load.
          
          * The redline is actually quite high at 9500rpm.
          
          * The Bottom Line; Assuming all the equipment is paid off, the crew
          worked for free, and for once NOTHING BLOWS UP, each run costs an
          estimated US $1,000.00 per second. The current Top Fuel dragster
          elapsed time record is 4.441 seconds for the quarter mile (10/05/03,
          Tony Schumacher). The top speed record is 333.00 mph (533 km/h) as
          measured over the last 66' of the run (09/28/03 Doug Kalitta).
          
          Putting all of this into perspective:
          
          You are driving the average $140,000 Lingenfelter "twin-turbo"
          powered Corvette Z06. Over a mile up the road, a Top Fuel dragster is
          staged and ready to launch down a quarter mile strip as you pass. You
          have the advantage of a flying start. You run the 'Vette hard up
          through the gears and blast across the starting line and past the
          dragster at an honest 200 mph. The 'tree' goes green for both of you
          at that moment. The dragster launches and starts after you. You keep
          your foot down hard, but you hear an incredibly brutal whine that
          sears your eardrums and within 3 seconds the dragster catches and
          passes you. He beats you to the finish line, a quarter mile away from
          where you just passed him. Think about it, from a standing start, the
          dragster had spotted you 200 mph and not only caught, but nearly
          blasted you off the road when he passed you within a mere 1320 foot
          long race course.
          
          That, folks, is acceleration. 
          One top fuel dragster 500 cubic inch Hemi engine makes more horsepower than the first 4 rows of stock cars at the Daytona 500.
          
          It takes just 15/100ths of a second for all 6,000+ horsepower of an NHRA Top Fuel dragster engine to reach the rear wheels.
          
          Under full throttle, a dragster engine consumes 1-1/2 gallons of nitro methane per second; a fully loaded 747 consumes jet fuel at the same rate with 25% less energy being produced.
          
          A stock Dodge Hemi V8 engine cannot produce enough power to drive the dragster's supercharger.
          
          With 3,000 CFM of air being rammed in by the supercharger on overdrive, the fuel mixture is compressed into a near-solid form before ignition.
          
          Cylinders run on the verge of hydraulic lock at full throttle.
          
          At the stoichiometric (stoichiometry: methodology and technology by which quantities of reactants and products in chemical reactions are determined) 1.7:1 air/fuel mixture of nitro methane, the flame front temperature measures 7,050 deg F.
          
          Nitro methane burns yellow... The spectacular white flame seen above the stacks at night is raw burning hydrogen, dissociated from atmospheric water vapor by the searing exhaust gases.
          
          
          Dual magnetos supply 44 amps to each spark plug. This is the output of an arc welder in each cylinder.
          
          
          Spark plug electrodes are totally consumed during a pass. After halfway, the engine is dieseling from compression, plus the glow of exhaust valves at 1,400 deg F. The engine can only be shut down by cutting the fuel flow.
          
          
          If spark momentarily fails early in the run, unburned nitro builds up in the affected cylinders and then explodes with sufficient force to blow cylinder heads off the block in pieces or split the block in half.
          
          
          In order to exceed 300 mph in 4. 5 seconds, dragsters must accelerate an average of over 4G's. In order to reach 200 mph (well before half-track), the launch acceleration approaches 8G's.
          
          
          Dragsters reach over 300 miles per hour before you have completed reading this sentence.
          
          
          Top fuel engines turn approximately 540 revolutions from light to light! Including the burnout, the engine must only survive 900 revolutions under load.
          
          
          The redline is actually quite high at 9,500 rpm.
          
          
          Assuming all the equipment is paid off, the crew worked for free, and for once NOTHING BLOWS UP, each run costs an estimate $1,000.00 per second.
          
          
          The current top fuel dragster elapsed time record is 4.428 seconds for the quarter mile (11/12/06, Tony Schumacher, at Pomona , CA ). The top speed record is 336.15 mph as measured over the last 66' of the run (05/25/05 Tony Schumacher, at Hebron , OH ).
          
          
          Putting all of this into perspective:
          
          
          You are driving the average $140,000 Lingenfelter 'twin-turbo' powered Corvette Z06. Over a mile up the road, a top fuel dragster is staged and ready to launch down a quarter mile strip as you pass. You have the advantage of a flying start. You run the 'Vette hard up through the gears and blast across the starting line and pass the dragster at an honest 200 mph. The 'tree' goes green for both of you at that moment.
          
          
          The dragster launches and starts after you. You keep your foot down hard, but you hear an incredibly brutal whine that sears your eardrums and within 3 seconds, the dragster catches and passes you. He beats you to the finish line, a quarter mile away from where you just passed him.
          
          
          Think about it, from a standing start, the dragster had spotted you 200 mph and not only caught, but nearly blasted you off the road when he passed you within a mere 1,320 foot long race course.
          
          
          ...... and that my friend, is ACCELERATION! 

          BOOOOOOOM OP CAME IN ALL LIKE “HERE’S THE PUNCHLINE” VI STYLE

             holy cow, like, I was clicking through the images right? and then 😂 guys no stop, okay so I was clicking through it and asked myself "when is it coming?" and then BOOOOOOOM OP CAME IN ALL LIKE "HERE'S THE PUNCHLINE" VI STYLE 😂😂😂😂 get it because she punches people 😂 ah man, you're great