Standing outside of a public woman's restroom with your shit unbuttoned and holding a sign that says, '$1 hairy chest rubs.'

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Having your beard grab food like a pedophile at a spelling bee.

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Buying harmful food for your pet because it's labeled in a way that's tantalizing for human consumption, like, 'garlic brats' or 'thanksgiving dinner'.

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That dumb expression of joy a person has while positioning a phone in front of their face before a 'selfie.'

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Super-hero ability that deflects fake compliments and bullshit conversation by flailing your wrists.

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Self-actualization is fully realized when a person can destroy fire with his/her own body.

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Pick-up line consisting of not showering for a week, then pressing your ballsack on a sleeping person's forehead and gingerly shimmying your hips side to side.

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Thinking of yourself as a cruise missile without any desire.

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Much love to all the people feeling broken by life, taking a deep breath, holding that shit inside and crawling forward.

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Wearing a boat anchor like a necklace and drinking more water than a human should.

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Recommend listening to 'sun volt' during times of melancholy.

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When the illusion of intelligence transitions to exhaustion.

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America: land of the free, home of the brave, creator of 'boss's day' greeting cards.

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Wearing a hefty garbage bag like a bib before going down on a woman.

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Fantasy where I sternly instruct you to drop to the floor and let my unblinking eyes watch as you undress, then straddle your naked form and aim a shoulder mount bazooka towards your midriff, waiting patiently until the anticipation breaks us both into a quivering plea, then squeeze the trigger and vaporize our existence with an unwatchable flash of light.

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I think therefore do you like me?

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There's a black widow living outside my front door and every night I look down at it and think, 'I like you more than most anyone I know.'

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Pick-up line consisting of posting a piece of paper in a parking garage that says "panties found.  please call (your phone number)'

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Pick-up line consisting of asking 'so, which parent do you live with?'

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Went to the animal shelter for my city today.  It had 90% of 'pit bulls' in the cages.  One had been in captivity for almost a year.  Encourage everyone looking for a pet to save a life and rescue/adopt.

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Being bullied into conversation by a needy girl, then throwing a 'pop-snap' on the ground and running away.

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Shout out, much love and a moment of silence to the supreme shithead, little dave, who decided last night to use his advanced muscular prowess to rip through a wooden fence and is currently at animal control losing his scrotum.

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People who use another person's body to relive pain in their own then tip a laughable amount as if it's an acceptable thing to do.

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After casual sex, moonwalking away from the bed and out the door, then moonwalking back in, pointing and moonwalking back out the door.

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Guys, please stop emailing me.  I don't know what happened to sam's blog.  I haven't talked to him in a couple days.  I'm sure dude is alright and doing his own shit.

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In the near future, cars will have real-time computer navigation systems and drive themselves so people can completely focus on whatever ego-driven internet/phone applications are popular at that time.

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Women in aviators look moderately attractive until they take them off and reveal they're a being from a tiny-headed alien lizard race.

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Shout out to kenny 'first blood' jr. for his latest offering of a murdered rat 2/3 his size.

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'Buffalo 66' has the only cinematic strip club scene that I've liked.

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Pick-up line consisting of murdering someone in the vacant parking lot behind their eyes.

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Pick-up line consisting of telling someone you're going to use them like a butter dish.

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Picture illustrating a valid reason for intense disgust towards human beings.


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When the days are small, so are you.

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Children's microwave dinner with a cartoon platypus on the carton and a speech bubble coming out of its mouth with the words 'your life already sucks.'

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Do people still gchat.

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Another major contribution of the current generation is safely hissing from behind locked doors.

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Disposable time machine that allows you to go back to the nineties and kill the person who started the hanging a cd from a car's rear view mirror fad.

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Secretly ejaculating on your mother's dildo, then telling her in the heat of the next big fight.

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I heart knickers.

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Gave $10 to a trio of homeless kids today then thanked them for being the first young people I'd seen in a long while that didn't cause me to feel hopeless and sad.

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Every time I go to hollywood I feel as if I'm visiting a terminally-ill friend who's inching closer and closer to death.

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Beach days are a lot more enjoyable if you imagine the sand as ground bones of past enemies.

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They just don't engineer microwave burritos like they used to.

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Feel like dancing and/or live music is the only way I can be around a large group of people and enjoy myself.

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Coming of age movie consisting of a headless android walking in a mall with outstretched hands.

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The only law is black tiger law.

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Today's armpits: curried piss diaper.

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The soundtrack to my mind is mickey avalon's 'waiting to die' on repeat.

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Discerning which celebrity a person could be before determining an appropriate level of excitement.

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Shout out to my schizophrenic uncle--deceased--who, despite an inability to believe in 'normal' reality, was always able to survive on the streets, by himself.

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How often do you send/receive dick pics?

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Dollar Tree ad that says ITEM OF THE WEEK with clip art underneath of a thumbs down.

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Genuine laughter that follows after seeing a picture of some college kid being 'rebellious'.

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Seeing pairs of men dressed nearly identical and being grateful there's a moderate chance I might die in the near future.

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A huge reason contemporary action and horror films are more boring than jane austen's masturbation fantasies is the absence of good ol' fashioned shit talking.

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Road House is a near perfect movie.

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If I spot your baby wearing any sort of apparel that alludes to crying as prayer, I'll snatch that precious piece of shit by the feet and bola toss it to jupiter.

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The expression of joyful crying is pathetic, ugly, bizarre and terrifying, all at once.

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(this is an ask.fm question and response that was deleted within seconds of posting.)

yo fuck you and your "women are weak because they're taught," shitbag. women live in a misogynist society every single fucking day, which isn't fucking weak to me, and they dont seem preoccupied with whether or not YOU, not a woman, understands that they arent weak, fucking "love" for women fuck off

Yo, take your narcissistic rage elsewhere, ya dig? Or, actually, I don't really care. You can be upset over a misconstrued answer. It's okay. I'll be whatever nailed jesus you want me to be. But, in the future, if you want an elucidation on anything, feel free to ask. You can even do so in a mean/hostile tone.

Heck, I want to elaborate anyways but feel like you're just looking to play fight. Which is cool. I like fighting too. But only when I feel there's some substance behind it.

What I will address from your knee-jerking aggression is the misnomer that we somehow live in a horribly misogynistic society. Like, I don't necessarily blame you for misunderstanding what misogyny--or, really, hatred--is since corporate ad slogans and reality television have destroyed the strength of language but, like, the fact that you're here calling me a shitbag is a huge clue we aren't living in a world of female hatred. Or that Ronda Rousey is an UFC champion and more popular than nearly all male fighters, ever. Or that Hillary Clinton holds a high position of power in the white house and looks to seek presidency. Or etc. etc.
Pakistan, yemen and iraqi kurdistant would be misogynistic societies. And they're disgusting.
Previously, our country has been inconceivably shitty towards women. We are currently progressing out of that period. Which means, oppression still exists, very much, and there are pockets of blatant misogyny, but our society, as a whole, is not hateful towards women.

And, call me sassy, but I think using the leverage you have--as a woman in the 21st century--to fight those pockets of genuine misogyny, rather than run around the internet/life with a chip on your shoulder looking to nitpick fights wherever you feel your gender (you) has been slightly belittled would be more beneficial for women as a whole.

Meaning, step into an arena where an actual danger to your safety exists; the opposite of the confines of a north american home where it's very easy to misunderstand the distinction between inherent weakness and embracing the slave master's collar.

But, yeah, grrrrrrr to you too.

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Wearing a compassionate tshirt that says TRIGGER WARNING so all the insecure pussies of society can avoid your existence.

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Anybody seen ritchie?

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Pick-up line consisting of rubbing your chest with a hand while silently staring at someone as if you're about to methodically dig each of their organs out with a dull butcher's knife.

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Pick-up line consisting of a disapproving half-smirk, lightly shaking the head 'no' and saying, 'I don't like you.'

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Xylophone constructed from the ribs and femurs of vanquished enemies and played as a war chant before embarking on amatory expeditions.

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Starting each morning by kneeling next to the bed, clasping hands together and loudly praying for the death of at least one cop.

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Incorporating the phrase 'well, if that ain't a turd floating in a bowl of milk!' into your vernacular but using it at entirely inappropriate times, like, when meeting a new born nephew or expressing excitement after a sexual partner disrobes.

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Visualized a very large samoan man in a sleeveless muumuu hitting a golf ball off a tee and directly into my face while making a purchase at a big 5 today.

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Postcard with a wide-angle shot on the front of a sun setting behind a garbage bag pyramid and the words 'wish you were here' on the back.

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Sad poem called 'Sleep is hard and there's nobody here to suck on my dick.'

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I'm hoping karma wakes from her slumber
and has a dump truck materialize
in the open sky
above that slag's head.

alas!
romance is for morons
and
even mall diamonds live forever.

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Women named 'nikki' that aren't strippers, prostitutes or porn actresses.

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If americans spent the same amount of effort/enthusiasm/money fighting our inept health care system and the patent corruption of the FDA as they do researching/blogging/kitchen prescribing homeopathic cures... fuck, man, my head might explode trying to fathom that reality.

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Hearing someone say 'you look so much older than your age' and taking it as a compliment.

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Unzipping someone's pants while muttering 'big money, no whammies.'

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Pick-up line consisting of handing someone a box of kleenex and saying, 'hey, hi, you're gonna need these.'

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Recommend reading all the posts on piffle--which was a poetry blog I participated on, ran by ani smith--written by xtx, ani smith and an unreliable witness (vaughan simmons).  Suggest starting from the oldest post and going forward.

xTx's poems are on another level, I think.  This is back when she believed her writing to be subpar and wasn't hanging out with all the mfa fags.

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Alternate reality where Willie Nelson sings 'mamas don't let your babies grow up watching the disney channel.'

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If you're the person who keeps a binder of sam pink's printed blog posts, email me (jdean33442@gmail.com).  I have something to mail you that you might enjoy.

I don't care who you are and won't violate your anonymity to anyone (if that's something you wish to preserve).

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That instinctive feeling of disgust for someone/something without the understanding of why.

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Feel such deep affinity towards any stranger I meet with a genuine sense of humor that I have to war against the compulsion to invite them to move in with me.

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Whenever someone says that idiotic slogan 'fuck the haters' they never seem to comprehend that the strongest 'hater' comes from within.

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Living life with a perspective that's similar to a spider inside a shower drain looking out.

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Seeing a large body of water and thinking, 'looks peaceful down there.'

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Standing in a laundromat and imagining yourself climbing in a dryer and closing the door, then living there until the human species becomes extinct..

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There's always one paranoid cokehead at a party sitting in a shadowy corner and muttering to himself like gollum with the precious that causes me to visibly laugh.

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The easiest way to discern if someone pushing a cause (veganism/rawism/healthcare reform etc.) is bullshit is through their emotional investment to how many people are following/adopting the flag waving, instead of, ya know, focusing on the actual fucking cause.

Meaning, regardless of how the person feels about what they're espousing, it's secondary; a vehicle to garner attention/validation/narcissistic fulfillment fueled by the (dishonest) manipulation of others for the sake of personal satisfaction.

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Keep thinking 'animatronic personalities' while interacting with people.

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How many 'best friends' do you have.

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I wish I had three of you:

one to love,
one to leave
&
one to annihilate.

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Stockpiling watermelon like weapons.

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Shout out to face fucking.

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Feel like watching an uninhibited homosexual man dancing to pretty much any genre of music is far more interesting than anything you or I will ever create, say or do.

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Pointing at a person to get their attention, then motioning a thumbs down.

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Do males ever sing like men anymore.

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Guy who attends live music events with the only intention of foraging the crowd for someone more desperate than him to fuck.

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Alternate reality where the palpable insecurity generated from women traveling in a large group is harvested for energy causing nuclear power to be obsolete.

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Met a beverly hills hairdresser who smokes speed and takes 15-20 cum loads in his ass but only does it in moderation, like, one weekend every three months or so.  He had a small dog named wilma and pectoral implants.

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Treating someone like a pariah for having slightly less socially acceptable physical attributes than yourself.

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Yelling 'survey says!' before ejaculating on a woman's face.

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Alternate reality where people know more than the same 3 adjectives.

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Rest in peace, 'you're'.

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Pick-up line consisting of me intensely staring at you, then pointing a thumb at your face and saying, 'I got a guy in beverly hills who can fix that.'

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Steve 'crumb czar' Roggenbuck's checklist before disfriending someone on Facebook.


  • Is this person currently making a revolving donation.
  • Has this person donated money in the past.
  • Could this person donate money in the future.
  • Did this person fail to donate money after a verbal commitment.
  • Does this person have influential/wealthy friends.
  • Does this person have influential/wealthy parents.
  • Does this person have a beneficial skill set which can be leveraged currently/in the future.
  • Will this person cause drama over disfriending and detract from my precious brand.
  • Does this person have 'material wealth' that can be leveraged.
  • Does this person hold a high position of power in a corporation.
  • Is this person vegan.
  • Is this person straight edge.
  • Is this person involved in a large charity.
  • Is this person a sycophant.
  • Is this person associated with a media outlet, publisher or popular lit journal.
  • Is this person an author, musician, artist or politician.
  • Is this person subjectively comely.
  • Do they like me?

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Read some shit earlier today that resulted in lava strength hatred towards a large group of human beings.  Like, mount st. helens intensity.

As someone who's lived on a curb, slept on a couch for 10 years, shoplifted diapers, formula and grapes from corporate-owned markets, worked soul-sucking jobs like 'graveyard janitor' and 'newspaper delivery boy with a suspended driver's license' and 'telemarketer calling from a windowless room furnished with only a 25-watt lamp, plastic picnic table and a telephone' and 'guy making minimum wage to grind very small iron springs in a revolving swiss cheese cylinder who will later sneeze and cough metallic shavings from his sinus cavity for hours at home', commuted on public transportation 6-hours a day, hiked a mile through 4am swampland in sandals and shorts, bicycled on the freeway during torrential rainfall, walked 10+ miles rather than trouble someone for a ride to work/not work, raised a child who's been ran over by a dump truck and lived, been afflicted by life-long illness that's caused statutory blindness, loss of hearing, loss of mobility, decreased cognitive function, crushing anxiety/depression and unending physical pain, I think it's fucking pathetic for someone to start a 'charity' campaign--via a website designed to profit off of begging--exploiting their baby's previous/expired hardship as a vehicle to beg for thousands of dollars to (allegedly) pay off old medical bills--which, if not paid will result in debt collectors calling once daily; oh no!--instead of selling off their insanely expensive MacBooks and/or getting a first/second/third job.

Hey! Hey! Skinny-fat crybabies in their twenties and greedy forever-titty-nursing limp-wrists in their thirties: it's okay to suffer, it's okay to achieve something on your own even if failure replaces your original goal, it's okay to go without internet, it's okay to have the electricity shut off from non-payment, it's okay to not whine about student loans as if they're debt owed to a mob bookie, it's okay to be the opposite of a little bitch that runs to others whenever life gets inconvenient, it's okay to have self-respect, you shameful pools of fermenting vomit, you're whole-heartedly disgusting.

I don't understand the current culture of crumb snatching. Like, don't you people feel gross doing what you're doing.  Doesn't that shit haunt you.

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Hell is a locked room wallpapered with televisions playing every fandango commercial on repeat.

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Alternate reality where Anheuser-Busch monopolizes the hispanic market after releasing gatorade flavored budweiser.

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Waiting for an elevator to arrive while staring at your feet and momentarily glancing up to see a 10-year-old dressed like an off-duty stripper with booty shorts so tight that the crotch resembles a crawdad pincer wrapped in static cling then thinking 'television is harmless.'

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Insult for a balding white guy dressed in an unbuttoned blazer with a tshirt underneath and designer jeans: bruhhhh, do you even CEO?

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Suburbia: erecting a basketball hoop in your driveway with the intention of never using it because your neighbor installed one last week and you've felt inadequate since.

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Moment of strength defined by not bursting into clown laughter while listening to a plastic surgeon praise a 22-year-old girl with a sutured forehead and unblinking doll eyes for her bravery and triumph.

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Beverly Hills: the comedy.

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Nothing enriches your hatred for the human race like witnessing an almost completely unsupervised asshole toddler dressed in designer apparel costing more than your entire wardrobe, tripled.

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Imagining most of the males you meet with a large ring of confectioner's sugar around their mouth as if they've been sucking on doughnut holes for dear life.

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Esoteric hobby consisting of staring at the ceiling while listening to Johnny Paycheck on a barely working record player.

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In a world gone seemingly 'wild', where insects constantly harvest crumbs and solitude is outlawed, one man-boy is humanity's lone hope against bitchmade living. Trained in the martial arts of thumbjitsu and who is you-fu, he walks the streets with a homemade weapon, smiting chill narcissists in the face.  For me, for you, for our future children.  His name is Baby J and he carries a Liberty Stick.

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