.AR6rider.
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14079939:x.murphy said:
Oh, Xavier, you silly, silly boy.
Why does everyone get so offended on newschoolers
- Thread starter x.murphy
- Start date
Oh, Xavier, you silly, silly boy.
GreezyBastard
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14079825:x.murphy said:
Fuckin douchebag
Youngm_IPCME
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14080033:GreezyBastard said:
The poor guy is soon going to learn how financing and insurance work.
ALMIGHTYSOSA
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NOBODY GOT BEEF WIT SOSA
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GreezyBastard
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14080070:Young_IPMC said:
I wonder what his credit score will look like in 6 months
Youngm_IPCME
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14080090:x.murphy said:
To be fair, I guess it’s pretty doable if:
- You live at home and don’t pay/ pay little on rent or food
- You don’t pay for medical or auto insurance
- You have no concept of savings or investment
-Your parents are your safety net
- You have no plans for higher education
- You’re so horribly insufferable nobody wants to hang out or go out with you
But yeah, enjoy throwing all your money at a depreciating car. Wouldn’t shoving a sock in your underwear be cheaper?
Damn, you know what?
You caught me. You flat-out caught me. It's time to come clean.
Let me tell you a little bit about how I go through my day, which is also how literally every other moderator goes through theirs.
I wake up in my dingy, unwashed bed (which is covered with suspicious stains), then immediately scream for my mother to come downstairs and tell me that I’m a special boy. Once I feel sufficiently better than everyone else, I log in to NS, where I go through all of the top-secret communiques that I receive from whichever political party you personally dislike. Having accepted my marching orders, I motivate myself by going to town on my own backside with an anime-style figurine; a doll which looks vaguely like the world leader you most abhor. Then it’s time to get to work.
Pushing a narrative which irritates you – yes, specifically you – is obviously my first priority… but if a totalitarian regime which controls another country, religious group, or corporation has sent me enough money, I take whatever steps I can to promote or censor anything that’s even tangentially related to what they’ve highlighted for me. If the entity in question also happens to have a very small minority stake in NS (or if one of the site’s executives has rumored ties to their organization), then I make sure to publicly fellate them whilst simultaneously denying their influence. The more sucking that I do, the more cash I receive!
Mind you, I don’t actually spend any of that loot, because moving out of my parents’ basement would mean that I wouldn’t get that crack-of-noon ego-stroking anymore. No, rather than using those ill-gotten gains to improve my lot in life, I sculpt them into life-size (and anatomically correct) sculptures – using copious amounts of my own neck-sweat as glue – of the various public figures whose actions or perspectives anger you.
Anyway, once I’ve made certain that my corrupt overlords are pleased, I start looking for ways that I can ruin individual users’ days. Randomly removing posts (and then pretending that they were in violation of some invisible rules) is the only way that I can become aroused, after all, and I need to stand at my full, massive two inches if I’m going to be able to reach myself past all of my stomach fat. Having come to attention, I put on my self-pleasure hat – which is a trilby, of course – and start banning people who disagree with my opinions.
Those opinions having been carefully structured to go against yours, of course.
It’s time for a break by that point, so I spend an hour or three lecturing my waifu body-pillow about a given social trend that makes people (again, specifically you) upset. She’ll usually offer some kind of counterargument, which means that I need to throw an impotent tantrum. Whenever that happens, my only solace comes by way of somehow abusing my awesome Internet powers, typically while gorging myself on junk food, soda, and heaping handfuls of straight-up lard. Don’t ask me how that abuse actually manifests, though, because I’ll silence all of the remarkably insightful questions that you send my way. The thing is, I’ve never heard any of them before... and since my hidden masters haven’t told me how to respond, my only option is to screech at my computer monitor as I wildly flail around.
Those eight seconds of exertion tend to bring me pretty close to unconsciousness, so I have to completely ignore the communities that I govern for a while, thereby allowing a multitude of posts and comments to go through unchecked. Fortunately, they’re only ever submissions which you (once more, specifically you) find distasteful, so it still counts as a victory. At the same time, though, if you try to submit anything – especially if it’s entirely adherent to those invisible rules that I mentioned earlier – I’ll wheeze my way back into a semi-upright position for just long enough to mete out another completely unwarranted ban.
Finally, once all of that is done, I kill myself, frequently by dying in a fire. Getting the suggestion to do so dozens (or even hundreds) of times a day just proves to be too much for my utterly unfathomable intellect to handle, so I eventually succumb to the sweet embrace of death.
You caught me. You flat-out caught me. It's time to come clean.
Let me tell you a little bit about how I go through my day, which is also how literally every other moderator goes through theirs.
I wake up in my dingy, unwashed bed (which is covered with suspicious stains), then immediately scream for my mother to come downstairs and tell me that I’m a special boy. Once I feel sufficiently better than everyone else, I log in to NS, where I go through all of the top-secret communiques that I receive from whichever political party you personally dislike. Having accepted my marching orders, I motivate myself by going to town on my own backside with an anime-style figurine; a doll which looks vaguely like the world leader you most abhor. Then it’s time to get to work.
Pushing a narrative which irritates you – yes, specifically you – is obviously my first priority… but if a totalitarian regime which controls another country, religious group, or corporation has sent me enough money, I take whatever steps I can to promote or censor anything that’s even tangentially related to what they’ve highlighted for me. If the entity in question also happens to have a very small minority stake in NS (or if one of the site’s executives has rumored ties to their organization), then I make sure to publicly fellate them whilst simultaneously denying their influence. The more sucking that I do, the more cash I receive!
Mind you, I don’t actually spend any of that loot, because moving out of my parents’ basement would mean that I wouldn’t get that crack-of-noon ego-stroking anymore. No, rather than using those ill-gotten gains to improve my lot in life, I sculpt them into life-size (and anatomically correct) sculptures – using copious amounts of my own neck-sweat as glue – of the various public figures whose actions or perspectives anger you.
Anyway, once I’ve made certain that my corrupt overlords are pleased, I start looking for ways that I can ruin individual users’ days. Randomly removing posts (and then pretending that they were in violation of some invisible rules) is the only way that I can become aroused, after all, and I need to stand at my full, massive two inches if I’m going to be able to reach myself past all of my stomach fat. Having come to attention, I put on my self-pleasure hat – which is a trilby, of course – and start banning people who disagree with my opinions.
Those opinions having been carefully structured to go against yours, of course.
It’s time for a break by that point, so I spend an hour or three lecturing my waifu body-pillow about a given social trend that makes people (again, specifically you) upset. She’ll usually offer some kind of counterargument, which means that I need to throw an impotent tantrum. Whenever that happens, my only solace comes by way of somehow abusing my awesome Internet powers, typically while gorging myself on junk food, soda, and heaping handfuls of straight-up lard. Don’t ask me how that abuse actually manifests, though, because I’ll silence all of the remarkably insightful questions that you send my way. The thing is, I’ve never heard any of them before... and since my hidden masters haven’t told me how to respond, my only option is to screech at my computer monitor as I wildly flail around.
Those eight seconds of exertion tend to bring me pretty close to unconsciousness, so I have to completely ignore the communities that I govern for a while, thereby allowing a multitude of posts and comments to go through unchecked. Fortunately, they’re only ever submissions which you (once more, specifically you) find distasteful, so it still counts as a victory. At the same time, though, if you try to submit anything – especially if it’s entirely adherent to those invisible rules that I mentioned earlier – I’ll wheeze my way back into a semi-upright position for just long enough to mete out another completely unwarranted ban.
Finally, once all of that is done, I kill myself, frequently by dying in a fire. Getting the suggestion to do so dozens (or even hundreds) of times a day just proves to be too much for my utterly unfathomable intellect to handle, so I eventually succumb to the sweet embrace of death.
dolanslebensraum
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14079942:hotAF said:
Unmitigated pwnage up in here
Youngm_IPCME
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14080113:x.murphy said:
u n d e r w e a r s o c k
GreezyBastard
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Lmao op is the ideal personality type for a wrx
GreezyBastard
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14080316:x.murphy said:
I don’t know you’re financial well being. But unless you’re a prodigy or a successful business owner at the age of 19. You’re not paying for a 30,000$ car working a minimum wage job. Then account the cost of insurance these companies charge asshat kids like you that drive their turbo 4 cylinder around like they’re Travis Pastrana climbing Pikes Peak
Also no one in this thread is jealous, you’re the one that felt the need to be pretentious and flaunt your cars when someone called you poor over the internet. Cmon now @x.murphy
**This post was edited on Nov 25th 2019 at 1:06:34am
GreezyBastard
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14080323:x.murphy said:
I guess I’ll stop “hating” when you stop being a pussy
GreezyBastard
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14080326:x.murphy said:
LOL what
GreezyBastard
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14080329:x.murphy said:
“Okay hick boy, come to the city” might just be the worst comeback anyone has ever said to me
at this point I’m only responding cause you keep sounding dumber
GreezyBastard
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14080331:x.murphy said:
Something we all can agree on
Youngm_IPCME
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OP in here getting offended because people don’t like him even after he spammed what kind of car he has.
GreezyBastard
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14080334:x.murphy said:
Oh god here we go again with the flaunting money
GreezyBastard
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14080333:Young_IPMC said:
Lol right, he made a thread asking why people on the site get offended yet he’s the only one I can see here that’s pretty upset but some words on a computer screen
Youngm_IPCME
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14080336:x.murphy said:
Well, here you are, yelling at clouds. It’s 1:30AM on the east coast. Why don’t you calm down and sleep on it?
Oh by the way, you should really cut the “tough guy” persona. It sounds more like a cry for help from you.
**This post was edited on Nov 25th 2019 at 1:37:42am
GreezyBastard
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14080337:x.murphy said:
Youngm_IPCME
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14080342:x.murphy said:
Take a deep breath
GreezyBastard
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14080341:x.murphy said:
I don’t give a shit about your wrx dude, I commented because you felt the need to rub in someone’s face not once in this thread but multiple times. And also created a “car guys” thread where you immediately state you have a wrx. Congratulations you vape and drive a Subaru
GreezyBastard
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14080345:x.murphy said:
Go to bed bro, you have a long day of work ahead of you tomorrow to make that car payment. Is mommy making you blueberry or chocolate chip pancakes tomorrow morning?
GreezyBastard
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14080343:Young_IPMC said:
OP may have finally realized how stupid he sounds, so I believe him making these childish “funny” comebacks is him trying to brush off his stupidity
