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Yeah, you caught me.
Despite your profile being one of many I asked about and messaged during the stocks game (and you can tell from the post to which you replied) I wasn't just merely trying to win a bunch of Chad coin.
Was it that obvious? Was I that transparent?
Yes, Spooky, I lust for you.
Every time I see that empty skull avatar, I just want to thrust my yogurt cannon into your eye socket, and alternate between eye sockets, until I blast that skull of yours full of my fuck chowder and it comes out the nasal holes and between the teeth.
Forget Shrek. Shrek is over.
Spooky is love
Spooky is LIFE
In a shocking turn of events, Typo-MAGAshiv, a quirky yet innovative company in the mysterious realm of doodle technology
Not doodles. Paintings.
These events occurred when I entered a painting of Shrek in the MET Gala Art Contest.
Shrek is love.
Shrek is LIFE.
I was sure you were going to launch into some Shrek rant on this one.
Where You Even In The Chess Club, Bro?
A) "where you even in the chess club"?! Why, nowhere!
Seems you should have focused on English class instead of chess.
have some vcards!
B) I was 15 years old, and it was my sophomore year of high school. I wanted more activities, but as I tried a few different ones, including the chess team, I realized that almost all of them were too time-demanding to participate in and still have time for my first love, the wrestling team.
I abandoned most of my other activities in order to focus on wrestling.
Wrestling was love. Wrestling was life.
For anyone expecting a Shrekpost, the year was 1995. The first Shrek movie didn't come out until 2001. I could not call out to Shrek for help at that time. :(
Did you try to substitute a turnip for an onion?
It's good that you're trying to get to the root of the problem, but beet this into your head: this was all before the first Shrek movie came out.
have some vcards!
There’s a reason why that SNL sketch resonates so much among men:
Rule 1: Be Attractive.
Rule 2: Don’t Be Unattractive.
I was not aware that those two rules originated in an SNL skit. Huh. Mental note to dig that up on YouTube later.
But yeah, those two rules were discussed in great detail on Roosh's seduction board way back in the day, and have been expanded on greatly within a lot of Red Pill discussion.
Rule 1: Be Attractive
Display attractive traits. Muscles. Confidence/congruence. Charm. Etc.
Rule 2: Don't Be Unattractive
Don't display unattractive traits, or you'll turn a sure thing into a "no". Don't whine and complain. Don't act needy or desperate. Don't kowtow to her every stupid whim. Etc
I think we're mostly in agreement on genetics vs. shit you can control, except that I say that while genetics can give you a headwind or tailwind, the factors you can control are far more important than the genetic factors.
Read MoreI was 18 years old and trying to find a nursing home so I could wait to die in peace, since I was now so old and my glory days were behind me.
I was taking a tour of one assisted living facility, and I told the orderly showing me around that it certainly looked like a Shrektastic facility. He replied:
It certainly is quite Charming, isn't it?
Oh no. That orderly was Prince Charming this whole time.
I rushed him in an attempt to stuff an onion in his throat, but being an ancient and feeble geezer of 18 years, I was essentially manhandled.
it's all ogre now.
He said, as he prepared to drown me in a urine-filled bedpan.
did somebody say "ogre"?!
...a familiar voice boomed in. It was Shrek! And he was coming to rescue me!
Shrek snatched up the bedpan and dumped its contents on Prince Charming.
my hair! NOOOOOOO!
...bellowed the nobleman. While his mouth was agape with the scream, Shrek shoved an onion grenade into his mouth, and threw him out the window.
BOOM!
Bits of onion and human flesh rained down on everyone, with terrified screams filling the air.
I was already down on my hands and knees, so I knew how to thank the ogrelord. I pointed my ass at him. Delighted, he went to town.
His ogresized eshrektion penetrated my geriatric asshole. It hurts, but I do it for Shrek.
He lets out a mighty ogre roar as he fills me with his musky onion juice, the blast launching me across the room. Luckily, I land on a bed. Shrek makes sure I'm ok, then leaves through the window.
I lay there with my sore anus, pondering how a mighty ogre like Shrek would want me when I was so far past my prime at 18 years old. As I dozed off, I wondered if any nursing home would measure up at all.
#ShrekIsLove #ShrekIsLife
Read MoreSadly, no, and my profession subjects me to random drug tests.
Damn, I'm actually sorry to hear that.
Fair enough, enjoy your beers and Shrek physique.. lmfao
Alcohol is overrated.
Lies!
beer is equivalent to 13 loafs of bread.
That's quite the exaggeration. Don't you know that exaggeration is the worst thing you can possibly do?!
That kind of carb intake will give you love handles for sure.
I have a bit of a beer gut. My shoulders and upper back are muscular enough to offset. I look like a combination of Shrek when he's in human form and Wreck-it Ralph.
Can't you get weed dispensed from your pharmacy?
Sadly, no, and my profession subjects me to random drug tests.