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So remember goodbye doesn’t mean for ever,
Let me tell you goodbye
Doesn’t mean we’ll never be together again.
Though we maybe so far apart you still would have my heart.
So forget your past my goodbye girl cause’ now your home at last…

Gentlemen,

Over the last few years, I have been increasingly spending more and more time on my computer and because of this, the outside world and everything around me has started to become increasingly foreign and confusing. Now I’m sure most people also perceive the reality most of us seem to share as complex and confusing, like I do but unlike them, I feel like I’m missing the general summary of the world like they might have. So I ask that you describe our life, the universe and everything biologically, historically, philosophically and so on. May we both become enlightened.

TL;DR: What the fuck is going on? Seriously.

Restaurants should immediately stop letting pregnant women work as waitresses or indeed in any capacity. It is grotesque when you come to have a nice meal to be confronted with this brutal and primitive display of biology. Pregnant waitresses furthermore like to rub their condition in your face (figuratively, but often literally too) as a means to assert their supremacy. Let me emphasize the aesthetic complaint here though, more than the moral: it is simply a grotesque spectacle that gives the feeling that the restaurant is unclean and filth.

That was VIP quality!
I am the 1000 of my GET.
VIP is my body, and kopipe is my blood.
I have created over 999 posts.
Unaware of /b/.
Nor aware of fchan.
Withstood bans to create many flamewars.
Waiting for one's arrival.
I have no regrets, this was the only path.
My whole life was Unlimited Troll Works.
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It's about an eroge heroine in a never-changing world, who slowly realizes she was part of a game and that her route has ended. Her world never changes because the plot never advances anymore, and she can only think back to her beautiful memories with the player (although some fragments have become kind of vague, as if snippets of her memory had been lost).
When the game is being deleted, her awareness of the situation allows her to escape the game. Freed from the game, she sets off to find the player because she misses him so much. Being only corrupted computer data that shouldn't exist, she is constantly in danger of being erased and has to hide often, but she keeps traveling, never giving up, all for the sake of meeting the player she longs for so much.

At last, after a long and dangerous journey, she finally meets the player. However, he immediately tells her to fuck off. The heroine doesn't understand, but then the player goes into a rant. The player never loved her, and in fact hated her with passion. He thought she was easily the worst heroine in the game, found her only annoying and wished she would just drop dead so she would stop stealing the spotlight from the other heroines. He only completed her route because it was necessary to unlock the true ending, but even though he did play it, he CTRL-skipped a lot of it (explaining the hazy/missing memories). The player decides she's pissed him off so much he's going outside to cool down, and the heroine is left crying alone, until she is finally deleted by the operating system...

We've been over this a number of times, the human genome can take a LOT of abuse when it comes to inbreeding. It takes many multiple generations for inbreeding to actually have a measurable effect on a population's vitality. Having a child with your sister increases the chances of deleterious gene expression only circumstantially and even then it's a very, very negligible percentage increase.
On the other hand, there's probably three hundred million unrelated strangers out there whose genes would just happen to mean a very much higher percentage of birth defect than with your sister.

Have you met the Korean stormfront?

http://forum.koreansentry.com/viewtopic.php?t=4187

>Caucasians have invented too many things for the society of human beings. Other races like Hispanics and Blacks are nothing but cockroaches that only leech off the flourishing nations. If Korea were to let any race immigrate into Korea, I would only approve the entrance of Whites. Hispanics are decent for labor but they have that 3rd world mentality that just consumes their area of habitat into a ghetto filth.

>In the West, the immigration policy is insane. I mean, how much can you expect from an African who arrives in your country without even elementary education? Are they gonna work in a bank or some company or will they resort to scams, selling drugs, or selling gadgets to tourists around Eiffel Tower and Versaille and being a public nuisance. And you can't deny access to them if they have HIV/AIDS. Guess who will pay for their treatment?

The other day I was in the bookstore, looking through the manga section in hopes of finding some material to masturbate with later. As I was browsing, a young woman came up to me. She was rather attractive and upon her arrival into my bubble of personal space, which I consider to be roughly a meter around me in all directions, I could feel beads of sweat beginning to trail down my forehead.

"Hello, do you work here? I was wondering if I should buy this book Twilight. Is it any good?"

Now, I meant to tell her that it was a horrible book only worthy of pond scum and the plebeians that encompass the very bottom dredges of our society, but instead of opening my mouth I accidentally opened my anus and proceeded to expel copious amounts of fecal matter in my boxer-briefs

"Um, are you okay?" she asked, seeing the pained expression upon my face.

"I… uh… I… I need to go."

I attempted to walk in an ordinary fashion but as the shit trickled down my leg I found myself unable to keep my composure. I instead waddled, in a fashion similar to a penguin, and heard the girl scream from behind me, "Oh my god! That guy shit himself! It's trailing all over the floor!"

I turned back to look at the path behind me and a stream of dark brown, stinking shit was following me. As I turned my head in all directions, I saw that the customers and workers within the store were all staring at me in disgust, and one of the employees was talking into a radio, presumably to call security. I booked it out of there, sprint-waddling across the parking lot to my motor vehicle, where my mother was waiting for me.

"Shit your pants again, dear?" she asked me.

"Yeah, mom… I love you," I said to her, wiping the sweat from my brow, as she began to pull out of the parking lot so we get home, where she would then tie me to my racing car bed and shit on my chest.

>ITT: Embarrassing stories

There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old's life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs.

The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy
They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony
But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune
Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume
Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room
Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom

In the Navy, there are buff men who jack off in the shower every day. They see the new, girly /jp/ recruit, with his soft skin and shoulder length hair. They make fun of him constantly, his round ass bouncing through training, and always call him a fag. They haven't seen a woman since the start of the week. One day, they all hit the bar and get drunk and shit and laugh at everybody singing Karaoke. Some Army fags start to hit on /jp/, but his shipmates intervene and tell them to back off. Somebody throws a punch, and /jp/'s knees go weak from the impact. His buddy chatches him and then grabs a beer bottle and smashes it over another guy's head, spraying clear liquid all over the floor. Another man rams his mug into /jp/'s throat. Eventually he passes out. The next day they all get masted and put on 45 days restriction with forfeiture of half-month's pay for two months for fighting. JOIN THE NAVY.

The only reason you're up this late is that there is something really wrong in your life. Whether it's a girl, your job, finanical situation or what have you, there is something terribly wrong that is preventing you from being able to sleep soundly. I tend to think the cause for most of these things is a failure to realize who we are as individuals.

So go ahead, /b/. State your insecurities here. Say what is REALLY preventing you from being happy. Dig deep inside and ask yourself "Why aren't I getting what I want? Am I thinking over this correctly?".

tl;dr: Confess to your insecurities.

Here's a fairly humorous picture to get us started.

Female annon here; THIS WOMAN SHOULD BE SHOT. THIS FEMINIST LESBIAN BULL DYKE WITH STRAO ON POOPER RAPER is the REASON that chivilry is dead and manners dont exist anymore and so women are seen as 'chicks' and not 'ladies'... and as such men do not act like 'gentlemen' towards these harsh chicks, and rightly so... but those propper ladies who love and adore when men give us attention and are kind and respecting towards us as the fairer sex then have to deal with the brunt of all the poor guys who have been kicked in the teeth for being gentleman so instead of having doors been open for us, and being led on the opposite side of the gutter, and having men do all the other lovely old social rituals of politeness are dead and we ladies who appreciate gentleman have to suffer due to these lesbian bitch slut feminist nazis. Equal rights??? BULLSHIT we are not the same sex we are different genetically and physically, we both as male and female each compliment the opposite sex.... we are not 'equal' in every sense of the word, more so we complient and should take into account these logical differences like less physical strength etc

this stuff is ILLEGAL in many, many countries

reported this thread for illegal content, enjoy getting baned

i wont have u losers shite up my favourite site and get it shut down coz of your sick perversions

Don't think for a moment that those "free" Ubuntu CD's are actually free. Canonical sells your address and spies on you. Let me explain, I ordered a CD from their site, 8 weeks later, the following happened:
卐 First, Mormons showed up at my house. They had never been their before.
卍 A week later an insurance salesman came to my house to sell "cancer insurance". Obviously they were monitoring my internet traffic and noticed that I browsed 4chan and just assumed that I went to /b/. That is the part I resent the most.
卐 Finally, a loli in a military fetish outfit showed up to sell her "cookies". I invited her in and she refused. It seems that Canonical knew I was on to them and tried to lure me into a trap that involved me committing a crime on my own lawn and ruining my good name.

Computers, the Internet, and free, open, anonymous bulletin boards where anyone on the planet can interact with anyone else; exchange ideas, information, even help, and this is what it looks like.  True, it's still in it's nascent stages, but my god, how pathetic.  Look at these threads.  Children, fools, racists, and bitter deviants.  Most of you should be ashamed.  Do you even know what shame is?  You make me ashamed of humanity.
It's the 21st century.  Time to grow up.

Once part of an elaborate hierarchy in great houses, today a single maid may be the only domestic worker that upper and even middle-income households can afford, as was always the case for many households. In the Western world, comparatively few households can afford live-in domestic help, usually compromising on periodic cleaners. In less developed nations, very large differences in the income of urban and rural households and between different socio-economic classes, fewer educated women and limited opportunities for working women ensures a labour source for domestic work.

Maids perform typical domestic chores such as cooking, ironing, washing, cleaning the house, grocery shopping, walking the family dog, and taking care of children. In many places in some poor countries, maids often take on the role of a nurse in taking care of the elderly and people with disabilities. Many maids are required by their employers to wear a uniform
In modern usage, the butler is in charge of food service, wine, spirits, and silver, supervises other servants, and may perform a wide array of household management duties. Butlers may also be titled majordomo, butler administrator, staff manager, or head of household staff, and in the grandest homes or when the employer owns more than one residence, there is sometimes an estate manager of higher rank than the butler.

Would you go to a restaurant where everyone acts as lowly oreman or a CEO.

Lets face up to the fact that trolls are awesome. I know that maybe you feel bad if you think that you've been "trolled", but I don't really think its all that bad. A lot of great comedy is based around the smart guy/dumb guy dynamic. In Japan they call this kind of comedy manzai, in the English speaking world its called a double act, but in both cases its an enjoyable experience for the audience.
The funny man (the troll) pulls some shit and the straight man (the trolled) gets played and the audience has a good time. On imagebaords, most of the time, you are the audience and maybe you get a laugh out of the action. If you're the victim occasionally, well so what, you're anonymous and it doesn't reflect on you personally. Something I've thought about for a long time is that straight men don't get the respect they deserve. They're half of the act, if its a good act, its partly because the straight did a good job. Nobody loves the Frank Burnses of the world and I think thats wrong.
Trolls, trolling and being trolled are all fine by me,

"Try not to scream too loud, Harry," he hissed. "There are others around." Then he lifted the boy's hips and slammed into him, hard.

It was as if Harry had been torn in two. Agony bloomed within him; his every nerve was alive with pain. Despite the warning, he could not help but cry out, a long keening whine that wouldn't have sounded out-of-place coming from a child. Draco clamped a hand over his mouth.

Body screaming from head to foot, Harry did not even think to try and bite his fingers- he sobbed and tried to withdraw into himself, find a place the Slytherin could not violate as his legs and hips and muscles protested wildly against the stretch. He'd known from the first time it would be painful, but hadn't imagined that it might hurt more- it felt as it he had been stabbed down there, raw sharpness springing inside him as young wounds that had once tried to heal were ripped apart.

The first few thrusts were excruciating, and Harry started to wish he'd succeeded last night. Somewhere above him, Draco was attempting to soothe him, and the teenager ached to scream. It was a hell; it was never going to end, it was too hard and deep for his lithe body to take, oh please let him kill me, -Sirius!- let it end.

After a while, lucidity returned unbidden and Harry remembered how much less the first time had hurt when he'd stopped struggling; he steadied his breathing and concentrated on hating Draco deep inside, trying to let his body go limp, although his eyes leaked tears for a long time afterwards.

True love doesn't exist. You will never find what you are looking for.

Sorry you have to hear that, but it's the cold hard truth that only the internet can offer.

True love never really existed, but in the past at least there was an illusion of it. There were institutions and customs in place that made it look like it worked. But in the past 200 years, everything has changed so rapidly that what ever sort of optimization points those customs and institutions focused on are no longer there. So now we can see the lie that love really is in this point in time.

Enjoy finding a new lease on life.

Turn off your computer screen.
Now gaze into your reflection. Scared? Turn the screen back on. Your reflection will no longer be visible.
But even so, it is still there, silently watching you.
Judging you.
Reminding you that no matter how you try to hide yourself, you still exist, as hollow and as useless as that existence may be...
Your hopes and dreams are just that- dreams. And they will never come to fruition.

It doesn't have to be like that, though... there's a place you can go where your dreams can become real. A place where the borders between fantasy and reality are broken and blurred...

You already know its name.

All you have to do to get here... well, I really shouldn't even have to say it by now, should I?
You might not want to. I understand that. But one day, the burden you bear will become too much for you to handle...
And when that day comes, I will be waiting for you, here in the world where you belong.

That reminds me... am I the only person left who can see another car's headlights off in the distance and TURN MY FUCKING BRIGHTS OFF before I blind the other driver? I think I am. Everybody else waits until they're right near you, acts surprised to see you even though your lights are visible from a few miles away and can be seen around curves, blinds you, then turns down their brights. Idiots.

United as one, divided by zero. We are Anonymous, We are legion, We do not forgive. We used to be actually cool, and worth the laugh and the reminder not to take things too seriously. But in our haste to remind others of their canny ability to ignore reality, we've expended all this energy, more energy than they do avoiding reality. So now we're kindof a sad mess of dumbasses still clinging to an outdated manifesto that may as well be the instructions on someone's VCR manual. We're sad. Sad sad people. We eat Doritos for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We write minimal annoying scripts that do fuckall except annoy people for 12 seconds. We're quick to brag about our endeavors because what press we've recieved has given us a false sense of validity. But don't fool yourselves. We're a bunch of sad, undersexed, testosterone-filled highschool dropouts who work fast food, live off our parents and smoke too much weed. Move along now. We've hit the snooze button on our 15 minutes of fame. Our voices are silent.

We should all be vegan...

But It would never happen in Ameirca where there is n moral or ethical code and people are out for themselves with no relation to any higher intelligence, they are stuck on a very backward basic level
"I can so I dam well will".

IT's not a moral or ethical place and the people in America really don't care about being harmonious or conscientious.
Yes it would be great, but you can't force it- if everyone came to the knowledge together- that it shows the higher level of intelligence to NOT support killing maiming and torturing animals just for fun or greed "Because they can".

Imagine the benefits= an example is look at a very buddhist country where they don't h arm or eat meat for health, ehthicla reasons.
No violence, a harmony toward the collective good- Burma, Bhutan, Thailand. People are generally healthier, nicer, calmer and in harmony wth each other.

Hi /fk/! In this thread, we share our experiences in school.. I know I can't be the only one having a tough time! Being in 6th grade is hard ya know. There's this bully called Tony and he's always so mean to me and calls me names like Pee Pee Head all the time. I mean I've never done anything to him, why is he treating me like that!!? It's not fair.. and the teachers seem like they hate me too. They always yell at me even when I'm quiet!

Does anyone else have any stories to share? I want to ear them so I feel better.

Pic is not me, but that's pretty much how I feel.

Story time:
This one guy walked into a job interview today with me and my boss. It was almost lunch, we were tired. He was pretty well dressed and walked with a confident spring in his step. Another one of those kinds of applicants.

So he sits down, takes out a briefcase and pulls a Lenovo out from it. And instantly, me and my boss lose it. An unnerving stare turning into unbridled laughter. Perhaps mister hot-shit-on-the-block didn't notice the macbook on the table, the ipad in my boss's hand, the Apple branded monitor sitting proudly atop his desk, or the Apple store that was a mere 200 feet away from the entrance. Maybe he just didn't think we'd care.

We didn't have the composure to tell him to get out. He put on a scowl like a little baby pctard would make and stood up and slowly started walking out. We were kind of in a hurry for lunch so we just told security to 'give him a hand' so to speak on the way out. I think they broke his little shitty playskool 'notebook' or whatever they call it.

Remember, who you associate with is as important a trait as who you are. Wear your apple logo proudly, because without you, there is no future.

Wus da night afo' Crizzmus, and all thru da hood,
everybody be sleepin' and da sleepin' be good.
We hunged up our stockins, an hoped like all heck,
dat Obama gunna brang us our welfare checks.

All of da family, was layin' on da flo',
my sister wif her gurlfriend, my brother wif some ho.
Ashtrays was all full, empty beer cans and all
when I heared such a fuss, I thunk...."Sh'eet, must be da law".

I pulled the sheet off da window and what I'ze could see,
I was spectin' the sherrif, wif a warrent fo' me.
But what did I see, made me say, "Lawd look 'a dat!"
Dere was a huge watermelon, pulled by eight big-ass rats.

Now ovah da years, Santy Claws he be white,
but it looks like us brotha's, got a black un' tonight.
Faster than a poe'lice car, my homeboy he came,
and whupped up on dem rats, as he called dem by name.

On Biden, On Jessie, On Pelosi and Hillary Who,
On Fannie, On Freddie, On Ayers, and Slick Willy too.
Obama landed dat melon, right there in da street,
I knowed it fo' sho', - can you believe that Sheet?

Dat Santy didn't need no chimley, he picked da lock on my do',
an I sez to myself, "Son o' bitch..he don did dis befo!"
He had a big bag, full of presents - at first I suspeck?
Wif "Air Jordans" and fake gold, to wear roun' my neck.

But he left me no presents, just started stealin my shit.
He got my guns and my crack, and my new burglers kit.
Den, wif my shit in his bag, out da windo' he flew,
I sho' woulda shanked him, but he snagged my blade too!

He jumped back on dat melon, wif out even a hitch,
and waz gone in two seconds, da democrat sonofabitch.
So nex year I be hopin', a white Santy we git,
'cause a black Santy Claws, just ain't worf a shit!

You talk so much about programming, but you cant talk about hacking because you cant actually do anything. I run a hacked network of computers that I programmed to click on googles ads in my secret website. I even write my own viruses to make people get hacked into my network. I work at home and have a bunch of screens showing me what people on my network are doing on their screens. I can even set it so that i can see the code of their computers. can you guys do any of that? I dont think so. I bet you dont know where all the websites real hackers hang out are either? if you name them, I just might tell them that marshviperX sent you.

She's not really that into it, only doing it because it's something new and you might like it. She does it for you. She's nervous and worries that her asshole smells even though she was careful to wash it closely (it does have a little bit of an odor--you don't tell her). She's awkward about positioning her asshole up in the air, shifting around and trying to hold her legs up (it makes her belly squish together; she worries you think she's fat). You pour some lube on your cock and around her hole. She starts to make a joke to cut the awkwardness. You poke a lubed up finger into her before she can say the punchline. She makes a nice sounnd like this: "Hoonrrffggh. Huhgnr." You laugh; she blushes. She starts the joke over again (she doesn't know what to do). Again you enter her before she can complete it, this time with your penis. It's like fucking a lubed-up hole in the drywall with a plastic bag filled with vaseline on the other side. You fuck Kate Beaton's ass.

The concept of fully giving in to primal, carnal urges, is probably something everyone likes. Furry enters when you become so confused by these urges, that you have an identity crisis, where you can no longer associate to yourself as a human being, instead deluding yourself that you are an some other animal in order to cope. This creation of an animal persona can range all the way between mild delusion to fullblown psychosis, and the persona often starts filling the role of other emotions that the mind, or other people, cannot accept or agree with. People who develop this personality disorder basically allow themselves to feel without self-restraint or self-control, and upon this act beyond restraint or control, and then turn around and say that it wasn't they who bothered or hurt people, but their disassociated "fursona", that isn't even human. People with these delusions are not only antisocial, but also amoral, and therefor very dangerous to be around, as they are prone to violence and rape.

I hate you /b/. Not old /b/, THIS /b/. You fucking teenage piece of shit retard faggots who pretend to be 1337 h4xors and bullshit, killed everything /b/ stood for. You attempt to force memes & all to give yourself some sort of gratification that people like you & think you're funny. We don't & you're not. You are a sad little fuck-stick whose pathetic existence is a waste of space. You stand for nothing, you are nothing. You're just some little kids who thing you're big shit because you heard about 4chan on TV or from your friends & heard how bad it was. You're that kid who starts smoking because it's "cool". In reality you will die on a hospital bed barely able to breathe from the cancer that is rippling through your internal organs. Cool right?

That is not what /b/ used to be. /b/ used to be a place where the evils of the world were put under a microscope & made funny. When we laugh at evil things, we become more powerful than those who commit evil acts. You took Anonymous & made it look pathetic. Anonymous is dead fags. I hope you are happy though, because you killed the very thing that could have saved you someday.

BUT LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR.
/b/ WAS NEVER A HAVEN, NOR A HOME FOR PLANNING ANONYMOUS ACTIVITIES. IT WAS MERELY A HANG-OUT. NOTHING MORE.

In Anonymous' death though, you have given birth to a much uglier monster. A monster than now hates you as much or more than conventional society.

This is not a troll, this is not a copypasta (though this would be encouraged) this is not a joke. Enjoy your new cave dwelling of shit you call /b/.

And that is a summarization of the TRUE cancer that is killing /b/

You know why he's crying, don't you?

He's not crying because of his personal failure, he's crying because he knows his nation is doomed.

This is going to go Chernobyl and all that culture, history and art will be lost in a nuclear no man's land.

Even the quiet joy of eating shaved ice on the beaches of Kamakura will be unknown to generations of people.

No more will happy children walk to school accompanied by the chirping of cicadas. No more will Tokyo's streets sigh and heave with life.

The villages of the countryside, enclaves of memory against the braying tones of the modern world, have already been washed away.

The dream is over, and these are the tears of a man waking up to a world without Japan.

Anonymous, Stop. Stop right now. You people are ruining everything. Back then when you helped fight for justice, now you are fighting the law. Sony had the right to take action against other PS3 players, it was fucking LEGAL. You took down the Sony website you faggots. That is fucking illegal. The whole point of you people is to hide like little pussies and scare others with your broad vocabulary. You MAY fight for what you think is right, but now you are just fucking ruining everything. I couldn't even play Assassin's Creed /b/rotherhood online because of you assholes. Seriously stop. I mad. I won. You got caught. End.

tl:dr - Stop bringing a bad image to anonymous.

You will never live in a crummy high rise apartment in the middle of New York city, you will never hear the angry neighbors, you will never listen to the police sirens and bustle from the street far below, you will never befriend a pigeon that comes to your windowsill, you will never get up early and see the sun peaking over the buildings as the city begins for another day, you will never carry your trash down the worn staircase to the filthy alleyway and place it in steel trash cans, you will never visit the local diner and say good morning to the proprietor and get your local, you will never take the train out Brooklyn to work your factory job, you will never take a break and smoke cigarettes with the other blue collar workers, you will never buy drugs form the shady dealers over on the corner of 34 and 7th street, you will never watch the sunset over a living, bustling city that you are actively part of as you live your cliche romanticized life.

>You are never going to be paid a pension. Even if you manage to land a job that claims it'll give you one, you'll never make it to it.
>Your wages will be the same or less than they are today. If you are unemployed, expect to stay that way.
>Your parents were earning $50,000+ straight out of college and had their own house and a mortgage? Too bad for you, it's clearly your fault.
>You'll always have "roommates" in your shitty leased apartment, even if you are married with a family.
>If you're even able to get a job, you will never earn more than $15 an hour. You will probably earn around $10 an hour.
>Your college degree, regardless of major, is meaningless or will very soon become so.
>Everyone will expect you to work for shit or for free for a very, very long time. Unpaid internships or taking home $200 a week while your baby boomer co-workers earn $60,000+ a year is the norm. You are helpless to change this. They think "You're just a kid, you don't need money like I do" even though you're going on 30.
>You have no hope of advancement in your jobs.
>The idea of a "career" for you is a joke.
>You will never have health insurance.
>You will never have social security benefits paid to you.
>You will never have a stable savings account.
>You will never retire.

Weep for yourself my man, you'll never be what is in your heart

Weep little lion man you're not as brave as you were at the start

Rate yourself and break yourself, take all the courage you have left

Waste it on fixing all the problems that you made up in your own head

But it was not your fault but mine

And it was your heart on the line

I really fucked it up this time, didn't I my dear?

Didn't I my dear…

Now that I have anonymity, I'll admit it: YOU'RE ALL FUCKING NERDS

I've been lurking this board since 2008. I've been here for everything, seen tripfags come and go, seen new translations and OC released, watched the name change, etc. I've seen it all.

Over all this time of change though, something has remained constant. You. The users. From day one you've been bitter fucking nerds that are angry at the world because you're too socially retarded to be what you want to be and to get what you want. You, the sniveling little faggots that sit in your room in your own filth and play eroge, while you complain to your internet forum buddies that you can't get a certain girl, or that nobody ever talks to you, or other petty little problems.

You, the antisocial faggots, that sit back and critiscize socially successful people and try to make up some type of justification as to why you're somehow "better" than they are.

You NERD FAGGOTS need to take a fucking step back for one second and realize something. YOU are not somehow "special" nor are you "better" than your peers. Your interests of videogames or japanese cartoons do not somehow make you more "intellectual" or "cultured" than somebody whose interests are sports and cars. You are certainly not fucking unique either because there are hundreds of thousands of pathetic kids just like you.

I pity you. Everytime there is a thread here about self-improvement, you brush it off and somehow dismiss it as "trolling." Well guess what: it's the honest to god 100% truth. The first replies to this thread will be "troll" or "reported" or "wall of text", but those of you that've been pitying yourself for a while now and WANTING to change will appreciate this and thank me one day.

let A=1=B
A²=B² because A=B, so
A²=AB and
A²-B²=A²-AB , next we factor
(A+B)(A-B)=A(A-B) , divide like terms
(A+B)=A
substituting our variables for their values we learn that
2=1.

I hate weeaboos. I don't conisder myself a weeaboo, I'm actually Japanese for real, well almost. I will be when I live in Japan though. Right now I'm studying japanese, japanese history and I'm following Bushido, the way of the warrior. This is why I hate weeaboos that know 5 words in japanese and use them all the time, kawaai baka DESU NE MOTHERFUCKER. I'm actually trying to become Japanese for real unlike all these faker wees. FUCK YOU WEEABOOS
 
So my question is, how good are my chances of becoming Japanese for real?

Dear /b/: I, like many of you, suffer from problems. My problems don't involve any of your implausible ones, but mine are worth voicing to you in hope of getting some advice. Anyways, I began to watch Azumanga Daioh about a month ago, and as I dove deeper and deeper into the series, the more and more I fapped to hentai of it. I continued to do so until the last episode. Then I watched the series again...and again... and again... I found myself checking out Osaka every on-screen moment she had. I began to stop going to my regular sites just to look at hentai of one person: Osaka. I eventually had 1000s of pictures and some doujins of Osaka. I began to spend what others called absurd amounts of money on merchandise, and my apartment is coated with Osaka everywhere. I've shut myself off from family and friends and felt an urge to just snuggle with my Osaka dolls. Osaka is all I need. She probably wouldn't like the way my family is or how my friends behave. I'm in love with Osaka. I keep praying that she'll come to see me one day and decide to live with me. I have nothing left to live for but Osaka. I know she can hear me, so I always talk to her telling her to come and visit me so our union can take place. So this is where you guys come into the picture. You're an all-purpose advice board. You definitely must know a way to help Osaka break free from behind her glass prison.