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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.

Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit)

    From a shitpost comment on r/malefashionadvice responding to someone who said whatever the fad is would look ridiculous when you look back from the future.

    It’s finally happening.

My old buddies have begun to look at old pictures from our youth. The fools. Look at them giggling at silly things they wore in the past. Pretending to enjoy themselves. They must be devastated to know that they once participated in trends. They don’t even realize that I spent years, painstakingly predicting future trends, analyzing millennia of past fashion, and every infographic on the internet for the sole purpose of building the ultimate wardrobe. Something beyond trends. Beyond even time itself.

Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), a white button down(also slim fit), and a light blue button down if I’m in a fun mood. This is it. This is what I’ve worn day after day for over thirty years. My entire youth dedicated to this one outfit. This is victory over fashion. This is timeless.

The fools continue to enjoy themselves like idiots. If only they’d have done what I have done they wouldn’t look so stupid right now.

A picture of me finally appears. Just as planned, I’m wearing Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit). The exact same thing I’m wearing right now. There’s nothing to say about my outfit. A tingling sensation takes over my entire body as decades of work finally come to a payoff.

They go to the next picture. I’m wearing Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit). Again there’s nothing to say. The hairs on the black my neck stand up.

Next picture. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit)! My old friends begin to look at each other. They must realize what I’ve done by now! They are speechless! My heart rate quickens.

Next picture. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), white button down(also slim fit). The blue button down will never appear because I am never in a fun mood! There is nothing fun about fashion. There is still nothing to say about my outfit. The silence in the room is now deafening. Waves of pleasure begin pulsing around my whole body.

On and on they scroll through old pictures of me trying to find something. Anything different. Even the slightest trend. They will find nothing. Just Clark’s desert boots in beeswax, khaki chinos(slim fit), and a white button down(also slim fit).

My closest friend breaks the silence.

“Why did you dress so boring?” He says.

The waves of pleasure and tingling come to a climax. It’s too intense. I begin to shake. I can only moan out through the sudden muscle spasms.

“Clothes... Make.. THE MAN!”

Silence falls over the room once again. Only my heavy breathing can be heard as my once close friends only stare wide eyed in awe at what they have witnessed. Perfection. Timeless style. Clark’s desert boots in beeswax. Khaki chinos(slim fit), And a white button down(also slim fit). Try as they may to find flaws in this outfit even now they will only make fools of themselves. Without question I have won. I stand up to leave. I smirk then look over my shoulder and say one last time to my friends.

“Clothes make the man”

    Pookie pls respond

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      oh, so now the kpd wants to lecture the spd on ‘betrayal’? that’s hilarious

        oh, so now the kpd wants to lecture the spd on ‘betrayal’? that’s hilarious. let’s not forget who really sold out the working class. while the spd was out here trying to protect the weimar republic from fascist takeovers, what was the kpd doing? attacking social democrats, calling them 'class traitors' because we didn’t want to throw democracy in the trash and start a pointless revolution. yeah, ebert made some bad calls with the freikorps, but at least we were trying to keep things from falling apart. what was the kpd doing? cozying up to stalin, pretending like the weimar republic was already dead and going nowhere. you really wanna talk about betrayal? the kpd was too busy playing the martyr, splitting the left vote and giving fascists a clear path to power. congratulations, geniuses. splitting the vote in 1933 while you chant about 'class purity'—real smart move. the spd might’ve had its flaws, but we actually tried to make things better, to hold off the fascists and give the workers a fighting chance. you? you just played into their hands. revolution doesn’t happen by sitting on your high horse, refusing to cooperate and throwing temper tantrums. if anything, the kpd handed us over to hitler on a silver platter. so keep whining about 'betrayal' while you do nothing but tear down the very thing that could’ve stopped the fascists. nice job. 
        Oh, you think the SPD betrayed the working class? That’s rich coming from the KPD, the self-proclaimed “vanguard of the proletariat” that spent more time attacking socialists than fighting fascists. Let’s talk about the real betrayal, comrade. While the SPD was trying to stabilize the republic and fend off fascist coups like the Kapp Putsch, where was the KPD? Oh, right—screaming about how social democrats were “social fascists” because they wouldn’t dismantle democracy overnight. You act like the SPD didn’t have its flaws. Sure, Ebert called in the Freikorps to crush the Spartacist uprising. Not a good look, but let’s not pretend the KPD’s adventurism and refusal to cooperate didn’t weaken the left. While the SPD was defending trade unions and passing labor reforms, the KPD was cozying up to Moscow and declaring the Weimar Republic dead on arrival. And don’t get me started on the KPD splitting the left vote in 1933. Was “class purity” worth letting Hitler come to power? But sure, keep calling the SPD sellouts while you play revolutionaries and fail to realize that burning the whole system down doesn’t magically lead to socialism. If anything, it just opens the door for reactionaries to walk right in. The SPD wasn’t perfect, but at least they tried to hold the line. The KPD? A textbook case of “owning the libs” gone horribly wrong. Congratulations, comrade, your ideological purity cost us the Republic. Hope you’re proud.

        Ur hilarious. I’ll give you some info to aid your psychoanalysis: Dunning-Kruger is how it’s spelt

          Someone on chess.com did not take their loss very well and made this response. Copypasta ensues.

          Ur hilarious. I'm happy to end it there. I'll give you some info to aid your psychoanalysis: Dunning-Kruger is how it's spelt, my IQ will always exceed yours (even when 7 spliffs down life last night) and as someone whose published with Nobel prize winners, on track from professor at 40 and likely will exceed 400k by 50, Good day and good life ;) 
          What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Magnus Carlson, and I have over 300 confirmed instances of en passant (google it). I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another knight to kick. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with beating me at chess over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of chess agents across the USA 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 life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I could defeat you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my king and pawns. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Core and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" win was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

          I hope your pillow is warm on both sides

            I hope your pillow is warm on both sides, beer is always flat, your car gets the check engine light but when you go to fix it it goes away, your steak is always dry, you bread breaks when you try to spread butter on it, your cereal is always soggy, your food always takes forever at a restaurant, the left side of your headphones is slightly quieter than the right, and your tv remote goes missing 
            i hope your phone charger only works at a specific angle. I hope your favorite show gets canceled right before the finale. I hope your pillow is always warm on both sides. I hope you always get stuck behind someone walking slowly and aimlessly. I hope your favorite pen runs out halfway through something important. I hope every soda you drink is flat. I hope you always bite the inside of your cheek right after it heals. I hope your socks are always slightly damp.. I hope you always itch in a spot you can’t reach. I hope your ice cream always melts too fast. I hope your shoelaces always come untied. I hope every time you sneeze, someone says “bless you” two seconds too late. I hope your autocorrect always changes your words to something embarrassing. I hope your favorite song gets stuck in your head but you only remember one line. I hope your favorite mug gets chipped just enough to be annoying but not enough to throw away. I hope you always spill just a little bit of coffee on yourself. I hope your toast always lands butter side down. I hope you always get notifications just as you fall asleep. I hope you always forget why you walked into a room. I hope the person in front of you at every drive-thru orders for 12 people. I hope every vending machine eats your money. I hope every hoodie you wear has the strings uneven. I hope you always get the squeaky shopping cart. I hope your shampoo bottle always has just a little too much left to throw out. I hope your battery dies every time you're 1% away from saving your progress. I hope you always miss the skip ad button by 0.0005 cm. I hope your popcorn burns in the microwave every time. I hope your Netflix always buffers at the good parts. I hope your neighbors practice tap dance at 3 a.m. I hope every pair of earbuds you own gets tangled instantly. I hope you always stub your pinky toe on furniture. I hope your packages always arrive one day after you needed them. I hope your pizza is always just slightly undercooked

            I hate Tomb Kings.

              By u/lazyraptor7, its the ‘I hate Saurus‘ copypasta from Total War but changed to Tomb Kings.

              I hate Tomb Kings. I hate them. I hate their dusty faces. I hate their bones. I hate their chariots. I hate when the chariots are next to the bones and I hate when the bones are next to the chariots.

I hate that Settra the Imperishable is somehow everywhere at once. I killed him. I watched him die. He disagreed.

I hate that “pulls 2280 of them out of his scaly asshole” energy but now it’s just skeletons crawling out of the sand like someone kicked over an anthill in Nehekhara and High Queen Khalida is standing there judging me for it.

I hate their armies. I hate that the game says I have a 50-50 chance of victory. This is a lie. This is propaganda. I have twenty units of men with hopes and dreams. They have twenty units of unpaid interns held together by curses and resentment, personally supervised by Grand Hierophant Khatep who will not stay dead.

I hate that killing them does nothing. I kill them. They come back. I kill them again. They come back again. I have personally slain the same skeleton nineteen times. He is gaining experience. I think Arkhan the Black promoted him.

I hate their economy. I hate that they pay zero upkeep. Zero. I am bankrupt after recruiting three units and a dog. They are fielding four full stacks funded entirely by vibes, ancient grudges, and whatever pyramid scheme Settra the Imperishable is running this century.

I hate their constructs. I hate their giant statues. I hate their bone titans. I hate that a walking museum exhibit the size of a house just stepped on my elite infantry like they were decorative gravel while Arkhan the Black casts something illegal from three provinces away.

I hate their magic. I hate that some dried-out king who hasn’t had moisture since the Bronze Age is casting spells like he just discovered fire. I hate that every spell somehow resurrects more skeletons. Stop coming back. Khatep, this is your fault.

I hate their morale. I hate that they don’t have any. You cannot rout something that died three thousand years ago. You cannot break what is already broken. You can only delay the inevitable inconvenience while Khalida politely refuses to acknowledge the concept of fear.

I hate that surrounding them does nothing. I hate that flanking them does nothing. I hate that burning them does nothing. They do not care. They are bones. They have transcended caring. Settra has transcended everything, including consequences.

I hate that while I am writing this, another army has emerged from the sand behind me. I did not see it spawn. I did not hear it approach. It simply was. I assume Arkhan the Black is responsible.

I hate Tomb Kings.