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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.

As a mathematician I often get laid. My supremus brain excites most women.

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    As a mathematician I often get laid. My supremus brain excites most women. They are of course thirsting when they see me doing linear algebra and solving non linear differential equations.

As soon as they witness my flawless integration by parts or catch a glimpse of my mastery of Fourier transforms, it’s game over. Nothing makes a heart race like a perfect matrix inversion or a smooth tensor contraction. And don’t even get me started on the frenzy caused by a well constructed proof by induction, pure pandemonium! My calculations aren’t the only thing that multiplies rapidly, if you know what I mean.

So yeah, math? It’s the ultimate aphrodisiac. I often get, uh, rewarded while I’m deep in thought solving conjectures. It’s like the ultimate performance enhancer! And let’s not forget: this brainpower doesn’t discriminate; even men can’t resist the gravitational pull of my mathematical prowess. Turns out, math is the universal attractor! Physics are nothing compared to the sheer appeal of mathematics.

Haha

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to make love to my beautiful third wife, blessed with curves as striking as a Gaussian bell curve and assets that defy Euclidean geometry. While doing so, I’ll be mentally integrating functions in Schwartz distributions, because who says you can’t multitask? But of course only a real mathematician could be as efficient as me.

    Response to “tickling my Willy”

      Tickling my willy copypasta
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      Who the fuck is "tickling their willy" anyway? You're telling me you got like a comical-ass feather duster grazing the tip of your bellend, laying in bed kicking ur feet around and giggling like a schoolgirl, and that brings you to orgasm?

Ive got to obliterate my cock and balls when I jack off. There's enough lotion involved to turn the California Raisins back into grapes. I'm generating enough kinetic energy what with the violent back-n-forth of my left hand along the shaft of my dick to power a Ford F-150. The whole thing takes twenty minutes at least.

My nerve endings are frayed beyond repair. Neurological surgeons and micro-electricians alike have wept bitter tears of defeat trying to piece together the sensory receptors around my scorched Earth of a penis. How the fuck are you tickling yourself in 2024 the year of our Lord?

      Some Wagyu is so marbled, it’s like you’re looking at a cow made entirely out of butter

        Wagyu copypasta
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        Some Wagyu is so marbled, it’s like you’re looking at a cow made entirely out of butter—Margarine Moos, if you will. These aren’t just your average cows; these are the Gummy Bear Cows, jiggling and slipping around the butchery like they’re made of pure jelly. You can practically see them wobbling on their squishy legs, just waiting for their gelatinous, melt-in-your-mouth harvest. Forget beef, you’re getting a bovine gelatin masterpiece. Squishy, jiggly, and ready to slide straight onto your plate

        While I can certainly appreciate the logical framework and meticulous thought process that you’ve employed in constructing your argument

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          While I can certainly appreciate the logical framework and meticulous thought process that you've employed in constructing your argument, and I do recognize the various valid points that emerge from your perspective—many of which align with common theories or widely accepted principles within the given field—upon deeper reflection and careful scrutiny of the nuances involved, I find myself compelled to arrive at a fundamentally different conclusion. This divergence stems not from a simple disagreement on surface-level details but rather from a more foundational difference in the interpretation of key premises, particularly those involving assumptions that, while plausible, are open to multiple interpretations depending on one's broader epistemological or theoretical commitments. Furthermore, the empirical evidence and data that have been presented, while significant, could be analyzed through alternative lenses, yielding insights that are potentially at odds with the ones you're proposing. Taking into account these alternative analyses, and juxtaposing them against your claims, leads me to a position that, although related, diverges in crucial respects from your own. Therefore, in light of these considerations, I must respectfully disagree.

          So please imagine a two-panel comic starring the Heavy from the 2007 first-person shooter game Team Fortress 2

            TF2 Heavy Open Reddit then despair meme

            AKA the TF2 Heavy reaction image copypasta is used whenever the subreddit doesn’t allow user to post image in the comments.

            This subreddit doesn’t allow users to upload images as comments, so please imagine a two-panel comic starring the Heavy from the 2007 first-person shooter game Team Fortress 2. In the first panel, which has a blank white background, he is giving the camera a thumbs-up, smiling amicably. Behind him is a desk with a powered-off laptop resting on its surface. The caption above him reads, “1) Open Reddit”, implying that he is about to log on to social media. In the second panel, captioned “2)”, the background is now black, the sheer intensity of its darkness somehow casting shadows onto Heavy’s back. The Russian man is now staring into a monitor, the contents of his social media jaunt unseen to the viewer, for better or for worse. It is likely that this is for the better, however, as Heavy’s blank eyes and relaxed jaw imply that his consciousness is no longer present even though his body persists. This image may be seen as a commentary on the objectively reprehensible opinions certain social media users may express under the perceived veil of anonymity, shared either to disconcert other users as a joke, or due to a serious character flaw, the likes of which may require the help of a therapist to rectify.