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Copypasta of a person’s past experience or events that is so absurd it became a meme of its own. Usually untrue stories that tries to circle jerk opinions.

Delhi is Truly Crazy

    Originated from a tweet by an Indian blockchain developer that became semi viral.

    Delhi is Truly Crazy
    I'm telling you, man, Delhi is absolutely unhinged.
    Tonight, heading from CP to Yashobhoomi, we were talking memecoins, Solana, Base all the usual crypto chaos. Our cab driver, Bhaiya, just slides right into the conversation.
    And this is where the world flipped.
    He calmly tells us he's seen two full bull runs. Then he drops the bomb: he exited Solana at $240 a few months ago, netting $65,000 USD profit.
    We were stunned, right? But he kept going. Six months back, he threw lakhs into Ethereum at $1,800 and took his exit at $4,400.
    He's a millionaire, a low-key crypto whale.
    And the final, unbelievable detail? He says he only drives the cab for 3 4 hours a day... for fun. It's a hobby.
    Seriously, a guy who trades six figures is driving us home because he's bored. The pure irony of it all is just beautiful.
    Nahh, man. Delhi is truly crazy. You just sat with a living legend.

    I told a Girl I play Seele in Honkai Star Rail

      By u/FurinaFootWorshiper, its a reference to the “I play DoT teams” copypasta from Honkai Star Rail but changed to the original mono quantum archetype that has fallen out of the meta.

      Recently, I talked to a girl about HSR at a posh restaurant, it did not go well.
      
      She straight up asked me:
      
      "Hey, which team do you play the most?"
      
      Upon hearing this question, my heart tightened, I began to have an intense panic attack and almost choked. So I gave my response:
      
      "Y'know, the one that got good recently?"
      
      I could see it in her eyes, a small flash of excitement.
      
      "Oh? Hypercarry Phainon? I love Phainon."
      
      I immediately tried to explain.
      "N-no-"
      
      "Then Castorice? "
      
      "Sorry, I-"
      
      "Mydei, Anaxa or Aglaea? They are not bad."
      
      "Also no..."
      
      "THerta? She struggles in ST scenarios but she is still the queen of pure fiction. Also Madame Herta is a peerless gem!"
      
      "Uh yeah, Madame Herta is a peerless gem."
      
      At this point, my head was already buried in my chest, a girl who considers Madame Herta as a peerless gem is also a peerless gem, she seemed like someone who might also accept my certain enthusiasms with Furina. I dared not even lift my head up, I was already sweating bullets, and the atmosphere was so awkward my twitching feet could almost penetrate a hole through the marble flooring.
      
      "So you don't play Herta too, then let me guess, you play superbreak? Then I'd agree it's pretty hard to say that so openly." Her expression was already that of astonishment.
      
      In this day and age, those who would play superbreak are few in number. Either they still cling to old hopes and sometimes OD on copium, or they are deranged in the mind. 'Just pull for E2 and you'd be fine' they say, quite a pitiful bunch. I felt her empathetic gaze on my neck, it shook me intensely like the the time I got the pink haired hp scaling girl whose kit revolves around losing her hp (Fu Xuan) when pulling for Evernight. I felt my face fluster, my breath get heavy, and my head dazed. I tried my damned hardest to calm my quivering legs and clenched my teeth to say the words I was about to say next. This took the last of my strength:
      
      "Not that either!"
      
      These words were wilted when they came out of my mouth, it's no more audible than a needle falling to a dancefloor. Though, I promise this was the loudest that I could speak at that time. I looked up. her expression changed completely. There was a brief moment of dreadful silence.
      
      "Then.... what team do you play? DoT? Feixiao? Saber?...Yunli? Acheron? I thought the game only had these teams?"
      
      Every single word she spoke struck me like hammers nailing down the last few pegs of the coffin to my weak heart. I was awestruck, my soul rended apart by the sharpness of her words. Then, I could hold it in no more. Along with my words, a few strong-willed yet aggrieved tears rolled out of the corner of my eye.
      
      "Mono quantum, I play mono quantum."
      
      I could see the girl regaining the flash of excitement in her eyes, as she said "Oh! how could I forget about Archer, nice choice. He also has the highest DPS scaling in ST and despite the AoE shilling, he could still bruteforce Lygus."
      
      "...Seele"
      
      When I said that word, the discussions around us stopped, leaving me to wallop in the silence between my occasional sniffles. Feeling the pitiful gaze from passersby around me, I felt like an orphan dragging their disabled body to beg for spare change on the streets of Belobog. I held my face in my hands, I was too embarrassed to let anyone see my miserable state.
      
      She turned to leave. At this point, tears already washed my face, I was on the floor, my two arms gripped on her ankles, and didn't dare let go. I was a clown to the people around me. The last words that I let out that day before being dragged out by the security and falling into unconsciousness were spoken at that very moment.
      
      "So what my damage is low? It's not like she is unplayable! A girl once left my friend for liking DoTs but the devs buffed Kafka! Seele could still 0 cycle Lygus at E0S1! Just wait until the devs buff my 0 cycling queen again and make her the new top 1 DPS!"

      >be me >live with a girl >bigtiddygothgf.png

        >be me
        >live with a girl 
        >bigtiddygothgf.png
        >have been with her for 6 years now
        >there's one problem
        >she only uses me to satisfy her primal urges
        >every single morning and sometimes before bed she remembers my existence and wants me to fulfil her bodily needs
        >that's it
        >besides that, I have no other functions in the relationship
        >because of it im always stressed and think about losing her, being replaced, always worry that I no longer satisfy her, think that I've become rusty >then suddenly
        >one day she comes back home visibly depressed >doesn't look at me at all for a while
        >after a week she suddenly remembers that I exist, and this time it seems like she believes | can help in other ways
        >she wants to go to the bathroom for some
        reason
        >we go there, the bath is filled with hot water >she wants us to bathe together
        >she gets in first, then helps me climb in as well >suddenly drops me
        >she's immediately electrocuted
        >mfw im a toaster

        Imagine Bibi catching you in the middle of a suicide attempt

          I like to think it’s late at night and I’m having a really bad mental breakdown, I already almost slit my own veins and tried choking myself to death since there was nothing to hang myself with. So, I hurry to the attic between tears, gasps, and suppressed cries of agony, and reach the edge of the roof.
          
          My mind is set on finally ending all this pain that’s been crushing me like a roadroller stepping over every bone and organ in my body, but my body is still clinging to life out of instinct. As I try to convince myself to jump off, I hear a voice from the door to the attic.
          
          “ALEX, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” I hear Bibi call out as she hurries over to the edge, her pace getting slower as she realises she shouldn’t startle me.
          
          I see the fear and panic etched on her face, my mind suddenly feels like it’s splitting up as I process the fear in her eyes is out of worry for my own life. The fact that she actually worried, that she actually cared. And that, in the most panic I’ve seen her go through, she still didn’t even think of calling me by my deadname, which is to say she called me by my real name. This made me realised that she truly cared for ME, that I’m not just not alone, but that there’s hope for me to be seen for who I am.
          
          She approaches me carefully and reaches her hand out to me. “Alex, please…” She calls out slowly, but her voice still cracks as she holds back tears. “Take my hand, d-don’t do something stupid now…”
          
          Her eyes soften as she feels my hand hold onto hers, and my body lowering slowly. She hesitates to pull me into a hug as she remembers my sensory issues, so she just opens her arms invitingly. “Can I…?”
          
          I immediately hug her as tight as I can, sobbing uncontrollably as I hide my face in her shoulder. Cries for help, cries against the unfairness I was put through that led me to get here, cries for support, cries that I suppressed and shut tight even when my mind was breaking down into dust finally flow out like a river that’s been clogged by a dam for too long.
          
          She cradles my head firmly against her chest, her fingers tighten slightly in my hair like she’s afraid of letting go off me. Her other hand strokes my back as she presses a kiss to the top of my head.
          
          “It’s all gonna be alright… I‘ll make sure of it. I swear, I’m not letting you go.” She promises between her own cries and sobs of empathy, her face pressed on my hair. “I won’t hold myself back from telling you how cute you look when you rant about things just because I don’t wanna be cheesy…” Her hand soothingly traces down my arm “I’ll make sure you know just how beautiful you are so you don’t-“ Her hand suddenly freezes as she feels numerous scars on my arm. “I’ll make sure you know how much worth you have so you don’t do things like that anymore.”
          
          After I fully calm down, she stands up and takes me into her arms like a princess. She takes me into her room and places me down onto the bed with her, holding me until I peacefully fall asleep.

          Spaghettios

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            byu/ConsistentHospital54 from discussion
            inshitposting

            From u/Xhalo, a Redditor notorious for writing shitpost stories about eating spaghetti “spaghettios” and how it affects them. The person has been doing this for over 12 years almost daily.

            As useful as my ex husband was as backside tongue twirling if you know what I mean (analingus). At first I praised him, it was spicy and hot like the piping hot tomato goochbutter sauce of spaghettios. But after a while it got stale. To be fair, I did develop thunderous backside voidseep due to a diet high in iron, but our vows said he would love me through thick and thin. We are divorced now. 😭😭😭
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            byu/knifefan9 from discussion
            incomedyheaven
            I was 9 months pregnant and had just downed my usual 3 bowl spaghettios lunch with a post meal spritzer of a large order of wendys chilly with extra grundlemeat chunks, and I fell asleep due to the insulin overdose hitting me at the same time a gastrointestinal spasm occured. It put me to sleep and I ended up lactating while I ran to the bathroom. I though this meme was about me 😲😲😲

            Sports direct mug

              Sports Direct mug copypasta

              From a response by u/dazedan_confused to another user asking for context on the Sports Direct mug.

              Picture the scene. You're at a sports store. You've got your gym gear, a bag, some accessories, some cut price clothes, even some oversized umbrellas that scream "I play golf", even though they're impractical outside of the course.
              
              You're sure you have everything, but you just feel... Empty. What is it? Are you lacking a football, placed conveniently in the "Parent doesn't want kid to cause a scene, so fuck it, just get it to shit him up" section of the store? Is it a set of colouring pencils? Is it a fucking massive calculator that belongs to a giant in the 90s, emblazoned, ever so offensively with the sports direct logo?
              
              And then.... It hits you. Behind the staff at the checkout. Time stands still. Everyone around you fades out of irrelevance. It starts glowing. "Hello", it sings, "Is it me you're looking for?"
              
              My friend, you have just seen it. The chalice of champions. The cup of conquerors. The mug of monarchs. My friend, your eyes have been blessed with a mug that defies your expectations. It's so far away, but it looks like it's closer. Your mind boggles; it's next to items that seem disproportionately smaller, or it is disproportionately larger. It's confusing, what is this? And why is it out in the wild?
              
              That, my friend, is a Sports direct mug.
              
              Do we know how much it holds? Who knows. Is it healthy to expect to drink that much of any beverage? Almost certainly not. However, you don't care. You occupy the right percentage of the earth, you want to stand out among those pint 250ml drinkers. You have too much taste to buy a Humvee, but you want it's mug equivalent. You *want *to take up the space in the cupboard. You want to restrict the places your mug can go. You want people to be impressed by how much coffee you are drinking. You want everyone's eyes to be drawn to you in the 10am meeting. You want the Sports direct mug.
              
              And if you think you have the willpower to refrain from buying one, my dear friend, you're about as naive as a flipped evian. You may be able to show restraint, but it'll find you. In the office. At a neighbour's house. In the garage. It knows where you live, and it wants to know why you didn't take it home.
              
              You don't just drink in a sports direct mug. You invite your tongue to swim in a sports direct mug.