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.
Furry here. It's pretty tough out there. So much interview scheduling spam.
I keep getting "name your price" as the first words out of the interviewer's mouth, but an interview goes both ways, you know? I have questions too.
Also, the constant begging. Like I'm out shopping and a CEO will sneak up behind me, grab my crotch, and whisper "work for me baby" in my ear and I'm like just trying to find the paprika. 
Its the Navy Seals copypasta but changed to Timothée Chalamet the actor.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about Timothée Chalamet, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in The Juilliard School, and I've been involved in numerous secret off-off-broadway plays in Greenwich Village, and I have over 300 confirmed ticket sales. I am trained in Stanislavski’s system and I'm the top method actor in the entire New York underground theater scene. You are nothing to me but just another critic. I will act you the fuck out with commitment the likes of which has never been seen before on this stage, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the trades? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of out-of-work actors across the USA and your resumé is being mocked right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your career. You're fucking unbookable, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime (I’m unemployed), and I can perform mime-improv in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in jazz, ballet, tap, and modern but I have access to the entire alumni of The Actors Studio and I will use it to its full extent to put on a full-scale Sondheim musical production, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" review in the New York Post was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking typewriter. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price of New York theater admission, you goddamn idiot. I will memory-recall fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking blacklisted, kiddo. 
Its the Shawn Michaels copypasta but changed to Timothee Chalamet.
I met Timothee chamalet at a restaurant once - we’d accidentally been given his table. Apparently he was fond of the restaurant and had a specific table he liked, and the management had messed up and gotten their days wrong, (it was Tuesday and they thought he was coming on Thursday or something like that). Anyway, the manager, completely embarrassed (this is a pretty nice restaurant) comes by and says “I’m so sorry, but we’d like to move you to another table if you could be troubled, and we’ll gladly compensate you for the cost of the meal and any other meal you’d like while you’re in town.” My sister and cousin were both like “Yeah that’s cool.” and I kind of played the asshole a bit. “I’m sorry, I just don’t understand. We’ve been here for 15 minutes - we’ve just ordered. Can’t we finish our meal here?” Then out of nowhere Timothee shows up next to the manager and says “Paul, these guys can finish. We’ll be at the bar. I got some time.” And I (being a big Tim fan) said “Oh wow, uh… I had no idea. Please feel free to give them the table.” He was grateful, shook my hand and said thanks, then gave me a card with his number on it and told me to give him a call later. After working up the nerve, I gave him a call that night, and to make a long story short, we had a glorious 11 month love affair, man on man, that I shall never forget. Our bodies intertwined as one, and from the beauty of Morocco, to the French Riviera, to the snorkeling in the Galopagos, Timothee and I made glorious gay love to each other on six of the seven continents. 
Uh oh, busted haha. Little cookie on the way to the gym. Uh, now, this doesn’t count as a meal, you know. A lot of the times you hear me talk shit about protein bars and protein cookies and fuckin uh. This is. This doesn’t count. I’m having this as a, as a yummy snack because I enjoy it. 
3k hours? That’s cute—you’ve officially finished basic training.
I’m sitting at 6,129 hours. At this point, I don’t even see the graphics anymore; I just see the code. I’ve spent more time in a trench than most actual WWI veterans. I don't just 'play' Operations—I’m the reason the enemy team quits before the second sector is even lost.
When you hit 6k, we can talk about who’s actually 'sweaty.' Until then, keep holding that objective, recruit. I'll be the one flanking with a Limpet Charge you never saw coming. 
AKA ‘How Is Babby Formed?’ is from Yahoo Answers back in 2006. A user asked how baby is made with misspellings and grammar errors and another user replied with said copypasta as a way to troll them back. The answer has become a classic copypasta meme since then.
They need to do way instain mother> who kill thier babbys, becuse these babby cant fright back? It was on the news this mroing a mother in ar who had kill her three kids, they are taking the three babby back to new york too lady to rest. my pary are with the father who lost his chrilden ; i am truley sorry for your lotshow is babby formed?
How girl get pragnent?
The copypasta came from a tweet by @Porkchop_EXP about the Taliban regaining control of Afghanistan in 2021. It became a Twitter copypasta where people would use her dad trauma tweet as a response to whatever that was happening in the world.
Sorry, not sorry, not going to care about Afghanistan because I grew up with an alcoholic, psychologically abusive father in constant state of distress, anxiety and worry about the future.
Hearing the key in the door every evening was my own “Afghanistan” for almost 20 years.Hearing the key in the door every evening was my own Afghanistan. I never knew which version of dad you're gonna get when he comes home.