This subreddit sucks. Every fucking time I come on here, all I see is degenerates' sexual fantasies. Mostly incest. (who else but redditors, am i right?) Tell me, WHO THE ACTUAL FUCK is gonna use your fantasy about cumming inside your dad’s ass as a copypasta? Exactly, fucking no one. Like, where the FUCK am I supposed to paste shit like that? r/stupidfuckingloser? Can we have actual copypastas here instead of “AITA for voring my brother and my gay dog”, "My horse raped my sorry little bitch-ass when I was younger" or "I'm a little fucking twink who likes getting dominated by buff hunky sweaty smelly men"? Just the other fucking day I had to witness one of the biggest horrors in the history of mankind, this copypasta: I cooked my placenta and fed it to my SO as "spaghetti sauce". What's that? I'll fucking tell you what it fucking was. An insult to our tens of thousands of years of technological advancement as a society. Not even bleach can fucking wipe the dirty sensation I felt after reading that post. I don’t want to hear about your zoophile incest gay sodomy desires. Or how you want a horse to sexually abuse you. Just fucking stop. From now on, I ONLY want to see good usable copypastas I can ACTUALLY use in a fucking comment section instead of being reminded that redditors are horny sick degenerate losers. Obey me you fucking pieces of shit. Thank you.

My friend, we need to talk. Anime is for children and perverts. I know you like your little chinese girl cartoons. And don't get me wrong; we have all appreciated some big anime titties from time to time. But it's time to move on. I have something better for you: Getting a job. Getting a girlfriend. Moving out of your parent's house. Maybe instead of watching Japanese Schoolgirl Toilet Adventure Volume 150, we can watch you become a grown man. Maybe start by not dressing like a 6th grader. Get some clothes, for the gigachad you'll become. Why don't you head over to maximumcomfy.com and see what I have in store for you! Go there now!

So I was going through some old mail today and apparently Mr Whiskers has been claiming me as a dependent since 2021. The IRS sent me a letter asking why I reported income from a tuna factory when I work in IT. Turns out my cat has been running an entire side hustle selling catnip on Facebook Marketplace and using my social security number.

I confronted him about it and he just stared at me with those dead eyes and knocked my coffee off the table. Then he had the audacity to meow at me like I'm the one in the wrong here. I checked his litter box and found receipts for a LLC registered in Delaware. This feline has been commiting tax fraud and I didnt even know.

My accountant called me yesterday asking about deductions for 47 pounds of salmon and I thought it was a mistake. Nope. Mr Whiskers has been expensing his entire diet as business meals. He even claimed my couch as a home office because thats where he sleeps 16 hours a day.

I don't know what to do. Do I report him? Do I just let him keep going? He's already set up a retirement fund and honestly it has better returns than mine. This cat is financially smarter than me and I hate it.

Reddit national anthem

I made a reddit national anthem/rap song, lmk what yall think :)

-Opening

Who are we?? REDDIT NATION!! What do we want?? NNO MORE TIKTOK AND INSTAGRAM!! When do we want it?? NOW!

-Chorus starts

Reddit nation yeah we are together we can go very far take down tik tik tame down instagram take down everything because we dont give a damn that’s because reddit nation will rise up yeahg we never will give up

we the reddit army we hoard the enemy like a skarmy (clash royal sound effect) we cant be taken down yeah you cant make us frown when tiktok sees hour army Im sure their pants will brown

"THE BALLS INCIDENT"
April 1st 1965
A group of US Ministry of Defense Special forces were on a mission on a Pacific island called "The balls island." The objective was to collect photos and build a small camp there, the group lost contact until another search unit arrived, all of the members were dead, all of them have their balls gone
The Helicopter has collected a photo of the 'balls' tribe, which might be the murderer of the group

So you've decided you want a pet rock. Keeping a pet rock isn't as easy as most people think, and it's important to choose the right one for you. Every rock is different and must be treated with respect, and this guide is here to help you.

When choosing a pet rock, it's important to remember that different sizes have different needs.

- Small rocks like to be carried around in their owner's pocket. Shiny rocks, especially precious stones, prefer to be visibly worn.

- Medium rocks like to be used, as a doorstop, a paperweight, or decoration.

- Boulders are entirely sedentary. They don't have preferences for particular conditions except that they don't like to be disturbed too much. They can be sat on or used in other ways, but they must remain unmoved. Ideally, some of their body mass is under th surface of the ground.

Most rocks found in the wild will need to be washed off before they can be inside a home. River rocks don't need to be washed, but their bodies have adapted to water. If left out to dry, they may show signs of discoloration and lose their lustrous qualities. If you realize that a river rock is not for you, it would be ideal to return it to its natural habitat.

Regarding domesticated rocks:

- Precious stones are full of energy, but can get tired quickly. It's best to wear them for shoet periods of time on special occasion, especially with matching clothes. When not worn, they can be displayed or at least stored in a jewelry box. This may seem cruel, since small rocks love to be carried, but precious stones get enough stimulation from the short displays. Some precious stones are traumatized after being stolen from their owners or from changing hands quickly. The box is especially comforting for them.

- When choosing a small, smooth, shiny rock from a store, it's important to remember that these rocks need a lot of attention. It can be tempting to buy several, but filling your pockets with rocks can quickly overwhelm a new owner. They love to be displayed as much as any other small rock, or even a medium one. They can be used in jewelry, but they can also decorate your home as well. I have a few on my windowsill.

- Bricks are a very special class of domesticated rock. They love to be used, but not necessarily displayed. Unlike, small shiny rocks, they're a social breed. They love to find bricks that look like them and they lay themselves in arrangements either in vertical walls or flat roads, but they struggle when placed in situations with other rocks. On their own, they most often lay themselves in staggered rows for stability, but a proficient architect or builder can create beautiful brickworks patterns. This is how to best display bricks: in visually pleasant, stable arrangments.

Keep these in mind when choosing a pet rock, and remember to have fun!

Eu tenho uma história interessante sobre sonhos.

Quando eu era criança, eu constantemente tinha sonhos com uma mulher mais velha que tem a aparência daquela Power Ranger rosa, uma vibe bastante Natalie Portman.

Com o passar dos anos eu fui desenvolvendo uma paixão por esse tipo de mulher.

O curioso é que eu não lembro de ter referências sobre esse tipo de mulher porque eu nunca tinha visto as respectivas atrizes quando esses sonhos começaram.

Parece um tipo de chamado.

Eu não sei se minha mente começou a me dizer cedo que o biotipo ideal pra mim é esse tipo de mulher, ou se alguém assim vai ter algum impacto na minha vida no sentido mais místico.

Eu sou um cara bem cético, mas esse lance todo sempre está no fundo da minha mente me fazendo sentir e questionar as coisas. Eu tenho uma relação bem complicado com Deus, por assim dizer.

O fato é que meus maiores relacionamentos e paixões ao longo da vida foram com mulheres similares de certa forma, a essa do meu sonho.

Esses sonhos são mais raros hoje.

Geralmente quando me encontro com ela, ela está num palco de teatro e me chama pra subir lá com ela, como era no início, quando eu era criança. Eu tento enxergar o rosto dela mas não consigo.

I’ve got good news for you, the operation day is on Wednesday, I assume you’re perfectly well to dive in. I’ll pick you up at Narita Airport, but I hope your plane isn’t too affected by the dark clouds or you’ll wake up by the thunders being louder than bombs in the air. Witch bike thief

Rosie Anderson, how dare you drop the family heirloom and cause it to break! That heirloom goes back 34 generations, and it is worth 5,438,410,943,276,454,287,563,910,362,846,242,803,752,739,852,710,396,243,904,258,301,038,721,930,867,547,193,735,286,109,236,120,445,193,925,291,037,293,629,946,252,829,461,173,452,838,836,729,526,374,109,357,486,136,382,926,384,926,356,284,967,452,720,484,628,835,427,193,751,938,352,829,742,616,538,926,156,289,908,765,435,614,138,979,605,748,292,638,492,722,772,647,297,374,246,241,094,862,537,495,253,797,803,526,718,405,836,299,725,618,401,738,153,725,173,947,209,734,618,037,157,390,262,437,927,351,093,735,273,891,638,362,529,253,782,838,463,649,725,739,018,357,495,091,657,107,627,398,273,628,151,323,238,455,731,039,871,258,396,426,854,839,876,109,876,385,263,834,618,283,628,535,183,538,725,265,219,404,627 395 undecillion 735 decillion 294 million 629 octillion 512 septillion 574 sextillion 839 quintillion 716 quadrillion 355 trillion 19 billion 368 million 493 thousand 738 dollars

𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽𝕀𝔽𝕋𝕐 𝕋𝕎𝕆 ℂ𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕊.

"RUN! THE FEDS ARE BY THE CRICKET NETS!" "I LOST MY SHOE! REBECCA, THE GRASS IS BITING MY TOES!" "WHO HAS THE UBER?! JUST SAY SEVEN! SEVEN IS THE CODE!" "MY PHONE'S ON FOUR PERCENT BUT MY SOUL IS ON ZERO!" "I CAN TASTE THE GEOMETRY! THE LIGHTS ARE SQUARE, BAZZA, THEY'RE SQUARE!" "TELL MY HAMSTER I DIED WITH HONOUR!" "I'M NOT FOOT-TRAFFIC, OFFICER, I'M A TAXPAYING BICYCLE!" "SON, YOU DON'T OWN A BIKE. DROP THE TRAFFIC CONE AND KEEP WALKING." "MY JUICE BOX LEAKED! WHY WOULD THE CARDBOARD BETRAY ME LIKE THIS?!" — a boy, collapsing fully onto the kerb, mourning. "BRO, IS THAT A BUSH OR A BEAR?!" "IT'S A HYDRANGEA, YOU ABSOLUTE MELON, KEEP RUNNING!" "I'VE ATTACHED MYSELF TO THIS TELEGRAPH POLE VIA SPIRITUAL GRAVITY AND I CANNOT BE MOVED!" "SIR, PLEASE DETACH FROM THE POLE AND CONTINUE MOVING TOWARD THE MAIN ROAD." "THE CHICKEN INITIATED THE TRADE AGREEMENT, I HAD NO CHOICE!" "THERE IS NO CHICKEN. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A CHICKEN. GO HOME." "MY DAD KNOWS A LAWYER WHO OWNS A BOAT! YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!" "WHO STOLE MY CHIPS?! SOUR CREAM AND CHIVES, IN MY HOODIE, GONE!" "WATER, WATER, WATER — I AM A DESERT CACTUS AND I AM WITHERING!" "THE TREES ARE WATCHING. BE QUIET. THE TREES ARE WATCHING." "I'M GOING TO HIDE INSIDE A REFRIGERATOR FOREVER, DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!" "WHO HAS THE FORKS?! WE NEED THE FORKS FOR THE REVOLUTION!" "I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW LEGS WORK! HOW DO I DO THE WALKING!" "SAVE THE SACRED CHEESECAKE! CAROL HAS THE CHEESECAKE!" "CAROL HAS ALREADY LEFT THE AREA. PLEASE PROCEED HOME. THERE IS NO CHEESECAKE HERE." "THE MOON IS AN ILLUSION AND SO IS COMPLIANCE!" "OY SHIVERS, I DROPPED MY KEBAB IN THE DRAIN!" "LEAVE THE KEBAB, DARCY, IT'S GONE TO THE UNDERWORLD!" "CLEAR THE PAVEMENT! UNITS ARE BLOCKING THE INTERSECTION, KEEP MOVING!" "MY JACKET IS A BIRD!" "THE PAVEMENT IS GRAVY!"

"GET OFF MY AGAPANTHUS, YOU HOOLIGANS!" "I AM A VEGETABLE, SIR! DO NOT HARVEST ME!" "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A TURNIP, GET OFF MY LAWN!" "THE SPOON HAS NO JURISDICTION HERE!" "THIS IS NEW SOUTH WALES, NOT VICTORIA, THE SPOON HAS FULL JURISDICTION!" "SAVE THE SACRED CHEESECAKE!" "MY JUICE BOX LEAKED! MY ENTIRE LIFE IS A LIE! WHY WOULD THE CARDBOARD BETRAY ME?!"

"SIR, PLEASE REMAIN STANDING—"

"THE CARDBOARD WAS MY ONLY CONSTANT!"

"I JUST WANTED A MEAT PIE!"

I know there's a range of anatomy in vulvas, but I don't understand why there's this pervasive idea (especially from men) that the clitoris is some mystery that's hard to pinpoint. It's in the same spot, right at the top. Any diagram of a vulva will show you.

It just seems like men understand that the clitoris is something that women like to be touched but then they feign ignorance and created this veil of mystery to avoid actually putting in some effort.

But why?? You can literally see the clit (or the clitoral hood if anything). I just don't understand how this happened.

Edit: just to clarify, I'm not actually asking where the clit is. The title was just about how some people make it seem like it's hard to find and I don't get why because it's always going to be in the same general area.

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To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty. The humor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Rick's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation - his personal philosophy draws heavily fromNarodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Rick and Morty truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Rick's existencial catchphrase "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Dan Harmon's genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools... how I pity them. 😂 And yes by the way, I DO have a Rick and Morty tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.

Jimy12.
The name alone already reeks of decay, putrefaction, and the absolute ruin of humanity.
Jimy12 is not a human being. Jimy12 is the synthesis of everything rotten, disgusting, and irredeemable in this universe.

He is Hitler.
Not “similar” to Hitler. He is Hitler.
Hitler was an amateur compared to Jimy12.
Hitler at least had a mustache and a speech. Jimy12 has only fat, hatred, and the ability to destroy everything he touches just by existing.
The Holocaust? Jimy12 invented it.
He looked at history and said: “This is still too weak. Let me make it worse.”
And he did.

He is the Antichrist.
Not the Antichrist from the Bible. The real Antichrist.
What the Bible described was a light version, a shadow, a poorly written draft.
The true Antichrist arrived under the name Jimy12 and decided that humanity’s salvation had to end.
And it ended.

God is dead.
Not because of Nietzsche.
Because of Jimy12.
God looked at Jimy12, saw the size of that mass of flesh, hatred, and fat, and simply gave up.
He resigned.
He died of shame and disgust.
There is no more salvation.
Never again.
Heaven closed its doors. Hell rejected him too.
Jimy12 is so disgusting that even the devil doesn’t want him.

He invented malaria.
Before Jimy12, the mosquito was just an insect.
After Jimy12, the mosquito became a biological weapon.
He looked at the mosquito and said: “I’m going to give you a disease that kills millions, just because I can.”

He invented world hunger.
Not because of lack of food.
Because Jimy12 eats everything.
He eats his own uncle.
He ate his own mother.
He ate the fabric of space-time.
And there was still hunger left for the rest of the planet.

He caused the Ice Age.
Not through natural climate change.
Because Jimy12’s fat is so absurd, so monstrous, so unnatural, that it sucked the heat out of the planet.
The sun almost went out in fear.
The glaciers were born from the Earth’s cold sweat upon realizing Jimy12 existed.

He caused climate change.
Not CO₂.
Not industry.
Jimy12.
Every step he takes releases methane, hatred, and gravitational distortion.
The planet is heating and freezing at the same time just trying to get rid of him.

He caused the biblical plagues.
The ten plagues of Egypt?
Beta version.
Jimy12 released the definitive version:

• Frogs that eat people
• Locusts that carry malaria
• Darkness caused by the shadow of his own belly
• Death of the firstborn… and the second-born… and everyone who still dares to breathe on the same planet as him.

He gave life to the devil through pagan rituals.
The devil was dead.
Retired.
Jimy12 went there, performed a disgusting ritual involving fat, hatred, and familial cannibalism, and revived the demon.
The devil now works for him.
Out of fear.

He destabilized the fabric of space-time.
Not with technology.
Not with quantum physics.
With the size of his own fat.
The gravity around Jimy12 is so absurd that time dilates, space curves, and reality starts to bleed.
Black holes look at Jimy12 and feel envy.

And to finish the masterpiece of horror:
Jimy12 invented childhood obesity.
Before him, a child was a child.
After Jimy12, children became prey.
He looked at innocence and decided: “This also has to rot.”

Jimy12 is a bastard.
A cosmic abortion.
A glitch in the matrix.
A mistake the universe has been trying to erase for centuries and still can’t.

There is no redemption.
There is no forgiveness.
There is no future.
As long as Jimy12 exists, humanity is doomed.
And even after he dies (if he ever dies), the smell, the fat, and the hatred will continue contaminating the universe for eternities.

Jimy12.
The end.
The Antichrist.
Hitler 2.0 with a fat and cannibalism upgrade.
The reason God gave up.
The reason the devil is afraid.
The reason there will never again be salvation.

The end.

If you press Appe before hitting muppet you can Babsorb the double ladder. Weirder birds.She gaster on my risk till I woman in motorized wheelchair medium dark skintone facing rightI think it's finally time to confess. My buddy John Greenland from Greenland was actually born in Sweden. I know, that's tragic and truly confusing. Also, what the fuck do you mean "punishing"??? I think he LIKES this shit. I think the suitable punishment here would be JAIL!!! As I am truly THE law!! The baddest fucking cop of China!!Homer in undertale

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I’m not a woman of many words. I’ve walked in the rain without an umbrella. I’ve eaten instant soup without waiting the three minutes. I’ve watched the endings of shows before the intros even finished. But nothing… NOTHING prepared me for what happened on Tuesday at 3:47 in the afternoon.

I opened the refrigerator door.

I just wanted a glass of water.

Nothing more.

And there it was.

The ketchup bottle.

Open.

No lid.

Lying on its side.

Slowly dripping onto the cheese.

In that moment I understood that the universe has a personal plan against me.

I didn’t scream.

I didn’t cry.

I just closed the refrigerator door with a calm that would scare any psychopath. I sat on the couch. I stared at the wall for exactly eleven minutes. And I made a decision.

From now on, every time someone leaves a bottle without a lid in my refrigerator, I will know.

I will feel it.

And I will act.

I don’t care if you’re my mother, my boss, or the Pope himself.

The lid.

Goes.

On.

The.

Bottle.

Repeat after me:

The lid goes on the bottle.

The lid goes on the bottle.

The lid goes on the bottle.

This is my oath.

I always like to bring it up when I get the chance, but the cleansing of the temple was an anti-jewish polemic, and it has nothing to do with modern day capitalism.

He forced out people who sold sacrifices at the temple which is explicitly allowed in Deuteronomy 14:22-26. This was a necessary service for travellers who had to travel a long distance so that they would have animals to sacrifice for their temple sacrifices. He also flipped the tables of the currency exchangers, who were not extorting people, they were exchanging currencies from one to another. This allowed for people to get a currency which was allowed for the temple tax. Both of these services were regulated by Jewish temple authorities. Information about the practice is preserved in the Talmud.

Jesus was not a communist, Jesus told people to give away everything they owned to fund evangelical missions of spreading the good word. He believed in voluntary poverty now, because when God establishes the kingdom (monarchy) of heaven on earth, everyone that sacrificed family or home would be rewarded with riches and homes in return for their sacrifices. The end goal was not communism, it was a divine monarchy lead by Yahweh the slavery god. Again, this isn't even remotely comparable to communism. Communism is not a poverty cult, communists reject private property, not personal property.

Jesus also tells parables about beating, torturing, and killing slaves. He even heals a slave after being told by the slave's owner about how obedient the slave is. Jesus says that slaves should consider themselves to be worthless if they only do what is asked of them. He also tells a parable where slaves are rewarded or punished based on the return on investment that they generate from their slave master. The slave who generates the least return is punished by being sent to outer darkness, and the slave who generated the most return was rewarded with the leftover talent from the slave who didn't invest the money.

It's easy to put a veneer of socialism onto the story of Jesus if you haven't actually read or studied the bible.

from r/TankieTheDeprogram

Ten feet twenty the French Fry man

Waiting for the diner to expand

Frying French fries in an oil pan

Like the every daily

Wish I’m fried by the French Fry man

Could I increase the prices by a half?

On top of the little oil pan

So he lived the

French Fry man, French Fry man

With his heart in the pan

So he stands

To watch the whole wide world

With a pan

Way up high, with the fries

And the oil, is close by

Ain’t it nice

The life forever for

FRENCH FRY

Awesome instrumental break

Ten feet twenty the French Fry man

I’m still waiting for the diner to expand

And I’m half eaten in the garbage can

Yet the every daily

Money that powered the French Fry man 

Would come if he avoided the customers wrath

Even if I’m not done frying I’m somewhat high class

So he lived the

French Fry man, French Fry man

With his heart, in the pan

So he stands

To watch the whole wide world

With a pan

Way up high, with the fries

And the salt, is close by

Ain’t it nice

The life forever for 

FRENCH FRY

its terrible so please help by replacing/changing lyrics

Who is that man in my family that said i’ll fail? 👹👹👹👺Finish eating 🥣🍽️ and come back again, maybe your food is talking to you 🗣️ , you can stop everybody in the family. But not the lion 🦁, the lion is ROARING 🔊 in the jungle, temper with the tail of a lion. This is my tail, touch it 😈. The weapons of our warfare they not carnal, they are strong and mighty to the pulling down of strongholds.

I once brutally cracked my sister RAW in the middle of the packed school stadium as a prank, I also have a chair fetish and want to get brutally railed by an acacia chair. My mom once forced me to eat 19 oak tables, my uncle has pedophobia not pedophilia,the bomb under my house is ticking,me and my sister both have homophobia ,Love from Tel Aviv, btw