Pibby, Bluey, Ohio,
Bowser Fart, Peppino!
Chungus, Mogus, Jumbo Josh,
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Kino, Canny, Reddit Gold,
Freddy FNAF, So Retro!
Pickle Rick, SMG4,
Keep your rizz memes, what a snore!Chucky, Stalin, Megatron,
Eric Cartman, Donkey Kong.
Vader, Nader, Simon Legree.
Terminators 1, 2 and 3.
Iago, Joker, Voldemort.
McEnroe on center court.
Mr. Burns and Skeletor,
Keep your good guys, what a snore.
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This is outrageous. Where are the armed men who come in to take the protestors away? Where are they? This kind of behavior is never tolerated in Baraqua. You shout like that they put you in jail. Right away. No trial, no nothing. Journalists, we have a special jail for journalists. You are stealing: right to jail. You are playing music too loud: right to jail, right away. Driving too fast: jail. Slow: jail. You are charging too high prices for sweaters, glasses: you right to jail. You undercook fish? Believe it or not, jail. You overcook chicken, also jail. Undercook, overcook. You make an appointment with the dentist and you don't show up, believe it or not, jail, right away. We have the best patients in the world because of jail.
I really love Nilou. Like, a lot. Like, a whole lot. You have no idea. I love her so much that it is inexplicable, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I have an unhealthy obsession. I will never get tired of listening that sweet, angelic voice of hers. It is my life goal to meet up her with her in real life and just say hello to her. I fall asleep at night dreaming of her holding a personal dance for me, and then she would be sorry tired that she comes and cuddles up to me while we sleep together. If I could just hold her hand for a brief moment, I could die happy. If given the opportunity, I would lightly nibble on her ear just to hear what kind of sweet moans she would let out. Then, I would hug her while she clings to my body hoping that I would stop, but I only continue as she moans louder and louder. I would give up almost anything just for her to look in my general direction. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of her. When I wake up, she is the first thing on my mind. When I go to school, I can only focus on her. When I go come home, I go on the computer so that I can listen to her beautiful voice. When I go to sleep, I dream of her and I living a happy life together. She is my pride, passion, and joy. If she were to call me "Onii-chan," I would probably get diabetes from her sweetness and die. I wish for nothing but her happiness. If it were for her, I would give my life without any second thoughts. Without her, my life would serve no purpose. I really love Nilou.
You are genuinely a piece of shit, and I'm embarrassed to be associated with you by any amount of shared beliefs.
Like it or not, what you are doing is shooting your cause in the foot. You don't get to slam your fingers in your ears and ignore criticism for the methods you choose to share your beliefs. Basic psychology for you, being intentionally aggressive to others will never get them to listen to you or take your points seriously. It is a well known that the human brain reacts to existential/philosophical "threats" similar to the way it does a real, physical threat. So, either you are barging into this with incredible amounts of ignorance, having not put any effort into genuinely learning how to effectively and faithfully represent your beliefs, or you don't actually care about your cause at all and just found it to be a good point to start picking fights on the internet about. Either way, it's deeply pathetic.
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