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What the fk did you just fking say about me, you little newfg?

    Its the Navy Seal copypasta but instead of marines, its a senior 4chan user roasting a newer member (newfag).

    What the fk did you just fking say about me, you little newfg? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in /b/, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Reddit, and I have over 300 confirmed copypastas archived. I am trained in greentext warfare and I’m the top lurker in the entire 4chan archives. You are nothing to me but just another shtposter. I will wipe you the fk out with memes the likes of which have never been seen before on this board, mark my fking words. You think you can get away with posting that weak bait on the internet? Think again, pleb. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of anons across the dark web and your IP is being doxxed right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your thread. You’re fking banned, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can troll you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my keyboard. Not only am I extensively trained in sh*tposting, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Know Your Meme and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable post off the face of the internet, you little scrub. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you gddamn normie. I will shtpost fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re f**king rekt, kiddo.

    Imagine not knowing how a copypasta works. This just makes you look dumb.

      Imagine not knowing how a copypasta works. This just makes you look dumb. But, please, continue to yell about peoples' memes that go viral since you don't know how to do them yourself

      Please put an Anti-Juice tag on this

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        byu/reeeeememelover10 from discussion
        inantimeme

        Its the NSFW on a train but changed to anti juice which is a shorthand for “bone hurting juice.” A bone hurting juice creates a new nonsensical scenario based on a well known meme template. The premise is as if the characters in the meme have ingested a fictional “bone hurting juice” that causes them to misinterpret the situation in a an illogical way.

        Please put an Anti-Juice tag on this. I was on the train and when I saw this I crumbled to the floor and said “ouch my bones!”. Everyone else gave me strange looks and were saying things like “what the fuck” and “call the mods”. I dropped my phone and everyone around me saw this image. Now there is a whole train of men with ouchy bones at this one image. This is all your fault, you could have prevented this if you had just tagged this post Anti-Juice.

        READ A BOOK. ANY BOOK.

          READ A BOOK. ANY BOOK.
          byu/OptimisticLucio inCharacterRant
          READ A BOOK. ANY BOOK.

Guys ok, we get it, the 200th shonen of this season was shit, I'm sorry to hear it. No this does not mean that all of writing has a fundamental flaw that no one has fixed until now. There's actually- fun fact, there's actually an easy to reach place where you can find writing that, for the most part, does not have these flaws!

Are you tired of the missed potential of worldbuilding? Do you wish the character dialogue wasn't shit?

Well boys and girls do I have the invention for you:
A FUCKING BOOK!

YES! By using your tiktok and youtube-short riddled brain for more than 10 seconds on one task, you too can read a book without pictures in it! Those exist! And there's good ones!

"Oh but OptimisticLucio, all of new literature is smut aimed at feeeemales!" First of all never call me by my full name, secondly never call women that again, and thirdly- HAVE YOU HEARD OF THIS COOL THING CALLED SHIT WRITTEN MORE THAN 5 YEARS AGO

This may come as a startling shock to some of you, but the classics are classics BECAUSE THEY REALLY ARE THAT GOOD. It may be wild to hear, but "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" really IS that fucking good! "It's not as good as goku hitting super sayan fuckbillion tho-" READ IT BITCHASS AND THEN COME BACK TO ME

MOBY DICK, DUNE, FRANKENSTIEN, 1984- YEAH LITERALLY 1984 IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY DECENT, DON QUIXOTE DE LA MANCHA

ANY OF THEM!
READ A BOOK

          WE HAD A GOOD THING YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.We had Congress. We had DOGE. We had everything we needed and it all ran like clockwork.

            Its Mike Ehrmantraut speech to Walter White blaming him and his ego for everything that has gone wrong. The transcript has been changed to reflect Elon Musk fallout with Donald Trump.

            WE HAD A GOOD THING YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.
We had Congress. We had DOGE. We had everything we needed and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, took the government contracts, and made as much money as you ever needed. It was PERFECT. But NO. YOU just had to blow it up. YOU, and your PRIDE and your EGO. You just had to be THE MAN. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now.

            I banned jarlic from our home, and my wife keeps finding workarounds.

              I banned jarlic from our home, and my wife keeps finding workarounds.
              byu/FeedTheADHD inCookingCircleJerk
              I banned jarlic from our home, and my wife keeps finding workarounds. 

I tried to be thoughtful. I handed my wife a contract forbidding preminced jarlic. She smiled when she signed it - which I took to mean that she thinks I asked her politely, and she was going to respect my wishes. "Fine by me. No more jarlic," she said as she put pen to paper. I made copies of the document, locked the original in my safe and went to bed happy.

The next day, she comes home with groceries, and I do my routine inspection. At the top of the bag, prominently displayed, is a Ziploc bag of preminced garlic. "What the hell is this?" "Baglic," she says. Baglic. "Just following the rules."

I amend the contract. "No preminced garlic inside of any container." She signs it again, smiling. Her smile is no longer comforting. The next day she comes home with one bag of groceries, and one closed fist. She sets the bag down on the counter, locks eyes with me, and then dumps a fistful of minced garlic onto the countertop. "Handlic."

My printer is running out of ink and I'm running out of patience. "No preminced garlic anywhere on our property." She signs it again, smiling bigger than ever. I cannot even fathom how she's going to spin this one.

The next day, she walks in holding nothing but a jar of minced garlic. I've got her dead to rights now. I'm waving the document around and explaining to her that she violated the contract. She walks over to the window and lifts the shade. There's a table in our front yard, an acoustic guitar leaned against it, and a man with face tattoos chopping garlic gloves by hand and lifting it into a jar with a bench scraper. "Honey, this isn't pre-minced garlic, this is Post-minced garlic. Get fucked."

I hate my fucking life.