From a reply towards a bait post on Reddit implying that Vegeta is gay.
He’s gay. Is that what you want me to say? Do you want redditors to tell you that Vegeta is homosexual and thinks of Goku when he’s banging Bulma? Do you want us to tell you that the idea of Goku going Kaio-Ken times twenty in Vegeta’s bum makes him harder than diamonds and shoot the biggest Gallick Guns known to man? That he trains day in and day out just so that he can withstand the insane, unrestrained physical prowess of Goku’s body, all the while imagining what it would be like to have the stupid Saiyan blowing out his back? Do you want us to tell you that Vegeta cries in the shower, regretful that he started a family with a woman he’s barely attracted to, only because Goku was taken by the time they met, and that he didn’t come to understand his romantic feelings for the low class Saiyan until after he made Earth his home? That Vegeta’s only peer is someone he will never measure up to, and someone he can never have in the way he desperately wants? He’s gay, u/Skychu768. Vegeta is homosexual.
This pasta first originated from bodybuilding.com more than a decade ago when a user was reviewing another guy. Nowadays its often used as a joke to describe male athletes particularly American football.
During the early days of internet, the forum bodybuilding.com was a source of pasta goldmine as there wasn’t any mainstream social media.
He's fucking built too. Thick and man made. You can tell he's sculpted because you can see it thru the pads. His fucking vice grip thighs. Suffocating thighs. Rock hard thighs. Piping hot thighs. Great arms. Great abs. A stocky chest. Love the progress his body has made throughout his youth and now as a willing eager adult.
Originally it was a response tweet to a PC Gamer article that admitted on using cheats to beat Isshin from Sekiro. The response then became a viral meme.
You cheated not only the game, but yourself.
You didn't grow.
You didn't improve.
You took a shortcut and gained nothing.
You experienced a hollow victory.
Nothing was risked and nothing was gained.
It's sad that you don't know the difference.
Originally its the Navy Seals copypasta from 4chan but changed to nursing.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class at the University of Phoenix, and I've been involved in numerous patient safety workshops, and I have over 300 "good-catches." I am trained in medication administration and I'm the top ass wiper in the entire hospital. You are nothing to me but just another Foley catheter. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of nurses across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggof. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can cannulate you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in fall prevention, but I have access to the entire arsenal of PRN suppositories and I will use them to their full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. 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 fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, med student.
The infamous “Two steps ahead” from Nikocado’s villain monologue after he revealed that he lost all his weight and the online persona was fake to garner views. The monologue is near identical to his older video further solidifying that this was all an experiment for him and his viewers are “ants”.
Nikocado is a mukbang Youtuber that gained a lot of controversy due to his huge weight gain and childlike antics in his videos.
Two Steps Ahead (Current)
Two steps ahead. I am always two steps ahead. This has been the greatest social experiment of my entire life. It's alluring, it's compelling, it's gripping to observe all these unwell, disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories, ideas, rivalries, where they feel encouraged and engaged, where they involve themselves with the stories and become a product of influence. Thirsty for distraction from time unspent, spoiling their minds yet stimulating them at the same time. It's brilliant, and it's dangerous. I feel as if I'm monitoring ants on an ant farm. One follows another, follows another, follows another, follows another. It's mesmerizing. It's spellbinding. All these little consumers, all of these lost – and bored – people. People consuming anything that they're told to consume. So, I am the villain because I've made myself one. And you will continue to consume these stories about me, year after year after year, for as long as I tell the internet that I am the villain. Stories that permeate and linger and infect the minds of the ants. Influence the ants, brainwash the ants, you are the ants. Today I woke up from a very long dream, and I also woke up having lost 250 pounds off of my body. Yet just yesterday, people were calling me fat, and sick, and boring, and irrelevant. People. People the most messed up creatures on the entire planet, and yet I've still managed to stay two steps ahead. Of everyone. The joke's on you.
Two steps ahead. I am always two steps ahead. This has been the greatest social experiment of my entire life. It’s alluring, it’s compelling, it’s gripping, to observe all these unwell, disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories, ideas, rivalries where they feel... encouraged and engaged, where they involve themselves with the stories, and become a product of influence. Thirsty for distraction from time unspent, spoiling their minds, yet stimulating them at the same time. It’s brilliant. And it’s dangerous. I feel as if I’m monitoring ants, on an ant farm. One, follows another, follows another, follows another... It’s mesmerizing. It’s spellbinding, all these little consumers, all of these lost. And bored. People. People consuming anything that they’re told to consume. So I am the villain. Because I’ve made myself one, and you will continue to consume these stories about me, year, after year, after year. For as long as I tell the internet that I am the villain. Stories that permeate and linger, and infect the minds of the ants, influence the ants, brainwash the ants. You... are the ants.
Today I woke up from a... very long dream, and I also woke up... having lost two-hundred and fifty pounds off of my body. Yet just yesterday, people were calling me fat, and sick... and boring... and irrelevant. People... People are the most messed up creatures on the entire planet, and yet I’ve still managed to stay... two steps ahead... of everyone. The joke’s on you.
Two Steps Ahead (2 years ago)
Two steps ahead, I am always two steps ahead. This has been the greatest social experiment I've come to know, certainly the greatest of my entire life. It's alluring, It's compelling. It's gripping to bear witness to observe all these unwell, unbalanced, disoriented beings roam the internet in search of stories. In search of...ideas. Of conflict, of rivalries. Where people develop a distinctive desire for direct engagement where people feel involved with the stories and therefore become product of influence. Thirsty for distraction, from time spent from lackluster lifestyles spoiling their minds while stimulating at the exact same time. It's brilliant, but it's also dangerous. It's dangerous. I feel as if my life has been positioning to where I'm monitoring ants, on a ant farm. One follows another... follows another... follows another. It's, it's mesmerizing, it's enthralling, it's spellbinding. just look at all these consumers, all of these lost and bored people, consuming anything that they're told to consume. I am the villain. I make myself one, and people will consume these stories year after year after year. Stories that, the stories that shock, that confuse, stories that are deliberately made to blur the boundaries between fact and fiction. Stories that permeate, infect, and linger. In the minds of the ants. Influence the ants, brainwash the ants. You, are the ant. I woke this morning to money deposited into my account for simply not doing something. For simply going through with something. People are the most fucked up creatures on this planet. And you will continue to consume and I'll continue to be two steps ahead. Today, I thought it would be a splendid idea to go out and get some food. Gee, are you surprised? Have you forgotten the story? Are you not paying attention? After all you're here to consume, are you not?
Being downvoted on reddit sucks man.
There’s something uniquely frustrating about being downvoted on Reddit. You put time and effort into crafting a thoughtful comment, sharing your perspective, or even just making a light-hearted joke, only to see those downvotes start piling up. It feels like a personal rejection, even though logically, I know it’s not. It's not just that someone disagrees with me—they’re actively saying my contribution doesn’t matter, that it’s not worth anyone else seeing. It stings.
What really gets to me is how impersonal and anonymous it is. There’s no feedback, no dialogue—just a faceless number that slowly erases your words from the conversation. It’s like being shouted down in a crowd, but you can’t even see who’s doing the shouting. Was my point misunderstood? Did I offend someone without realizing it? Or maybe people just don’t care? That lack of closure gnaws at me, making me second-guess everything I write.
Worse, Reddit’s algorithms treat downvotes like poison. If you get too many, your comment becomes invisible, buried at the bottom of the thread. It’s like you never even spoke, like your voice was silenced. And let’s be real—sometimes it feels like people downvote for the most trivial reasons. You used the wrong wording, or your humor didn’t quite land, and suddenly your comment is spiraling into the negatives.
It’s hard not to take it personally, even when I know I shouldn’t. I can tell myself it’s just the internet, that downvotes don’t define my worth, but the sting of being dismissed, of not being heard? That’s hard to shake off.
