The easiest way to see burning flesh isn’t a nuclear holocaust, but rather to jerk off without any sort or lubrication or care for friction, to the point that it looks like you rubbed your cock on a belt sander. You can smell your hands afterwards, and it is that sweet smell of cock, sweat, and regret. 
From a video by Chaz Smith where he argues that water cannot be wet since being that implies it can also be dry.
This is the copypasta that’s gonna end the water is wet debate, once and for all. My answer? WATER’S NOT WET! And I’ll tell you why. To say that something is wet means that the water on the surface of that something can be removed. You get caught outside in the rain, you say “Aw, my hair got wet, now I gotta get it redid.” “Aw, my shoes got wet, now I gotta let’em sit outside, and dry.” You don’t say, that the ocean gets wet, it’s just water, water is water. Fire, right? We know that it burns things right? But it’s not in and of itself burned, right? Water, it wets things but it’s not in and of itself wet. Okay? The word wet is only supposed to be used when water gets on something. For example if I were to splash water on this mirror right here and say it’s wet, but if it were somehow possible to splash water droplets onto water, well you could see the water droplets sitting on the water, you’d say “Oh that water is wet!” But the term wet is an adjective that is only conditional, that’s used to describe the surface of something that is typically dry. Ladies and gentlemen, here’s the simple proof test: This counter is dry, I pour water on it, it becomes wet. Can it be dried? Absolutely. Therefore was wet it is now dry. The water on the inside of the bottle, however. Can it be dried? Absolutely the frick not! Ending clause: The definition of wet reads “Covered or saturated with water or another liquid”. Water cannot be covered or saturated with itself. Thank you. 
I don’t play Mo.co for the wepons. I don’t play it for the bosses, the XP or the events. I play for Luna.
Luna is not just a character to me. She is the center of my world. Every time I hear her sweet voice echoing through waves of mosnters, I feel something inside me. I’ve memorized every line, every attack of hers, every pixel of her skin, down to the Hex color of her hair. People say shes just part of the game, but to me? She IS the game.
When I did Boss Beat for 20 hours straight, people thought it did it for the XP. In reality I was there only for HER. I imagined her watching me. Judging me for every death. Rewarding me with a nod, maybe even a smile. Every enemy I slayed, I slayed in her name. Every level I climbed was a step closer to being worthy of Luna.
Whenever someone in a party calls out her name, I freeze. My breathing goes faster. I start sweating. Does she know I’m thinking about her? Does she feel what im feeling? The way she commands the battlefield, effortlessly handling monsters with calm precision... it’s not just strength — it’s divinity. Secretly, I wonder if she could handle me. And then -one day- she stopped giving quests.
The light faded from my world. I logged in, and her voice was gone. The silence was unbearable. created a new account to see her again, but it wasnt the same. Nothing. The world felt dull, lifeless. My motivation to do anything was gone. Assignments, sleep, food irrelevant. Why do anything if Luna isn't guiding me?
Now I grind, to become the strongest Hunter in the server. Because deep down, I believe, that when I’m strong enough, when I’ve proven myself, Luna will return. She’ll look at me with those pixel-perfect eyes and say, “You’ve done well, Hunter.”
Mommy Luna, I await your next quest.
I can't stop thinking that the woman who would have fallen in love with me was aborted in this timeline, and that's why I'm alone. In another alternate timeline, her mother didn't abort her, and she grew up to fall in love with me. I must be very happy there, but here I'm a failure. Without a doubt, my aborted girlfriend would have loved me, and I wouldn't be sad. 
Its a famous scene from the show Silicon Valley where Gilfoye was asked by Jared on what he does in the company. The copypasta answer then ensues.
System architecture. Networking and security. No one in this house can touch me on that.
But does anyone appreciate that? While you were busy minoring in gender studies and singing a capella at Sarah Lawrence, I was gaining root access to NSA servers. I was one click away from starting a second Iranian revolution… I prevent cross-site scripting, I monitor for DDoS attacks, emergency database rollbacks, and faulty transaction handlings. The Internet heard of it? Transfers half a petabyte of data every minute. Do you have any idea how that happens? All those YouPorn ones and zeroes streaming directly to your shitty, little smart phone day after day? Every dipshit who shits his pants if he can't get the new dubstep Skrillex remix in under 12 seconds? It's not magic, it's talent and sweat. People like me, ensuring your packets get delivered, un-sniffed. So what do I do? I make sure that one bad config on one key component doesn't bankrupt the entire fucking company. That's what the fuck I do.That's basically what I told him.hey i’m really sorry because you were a really cool mutual but for the record i have to unfollow you because the purple creature in your profile picture (whatever she’s from) (or they sorry i don’t want to assume the beast’s pronouns) (i love all genders) looks almost exactly like my ex girlfriend’s fursona and i tried to ignore that for a while because i’m not the kind of pussy who would unfollow someone because their creature looks like my ex’s fursona but get this: she drew her fursona hitting me (human) (i’m not a furry) (nothing against them) (i love all genders) with a car (honda civic) and sent it to me from a burner account on toyhouse. so needless to say i can’t keep doing this. i’m gonna miss your posts though you were a real one i loved when you would say shit like “it’s (the f slur) wednesday post knuckles”