As a note... using both the $ and USD is redundant... WE'RE GETTING TO HIM! Soon he'll be just as mentally deranged as the rest of us =3

but he fits right in.. have you even seen...

NO, YOU ARE THE GOO, and a mans lady at that.

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¡俺わ! I'm titillated to disappoint you there, Reina, it fills me with glee and mustard. I have always been not less than half as deranged as anybody you have ever met. Allow me to share with you some irk logs from the last foray into real-time textualizing.

(It took me a few minutes of running through duckduckgo to find the IRC logs.)
(Then a few minutes to read through them to see what I had written.)

Oh sweet nipples of Seshat: I was worse. No, I'm not posting this. I wish I knew the password I used back then so I could take it down before I forget, lose interest and wander off. Time for a corndoge.

...bring it!

Have you seen my ants?

Oh, fine. I'm on an android typing over VNC to a headless server so let me plug in a keyboard and respond to you properly. Where the liquid fuck did I put my Korean keyboard.

Oh sweet baby Adolf, this is great. Okay. ¿Dondé? So da ta. I am a simple man with a simple pimple—in—grown—toe—hair blister—packed with cellophage record pathogenesis. Allow, forthwith, me, that is I, to not so much as but entirely unlike you to similarly smile slim similes seamlessly seemingly sinlessly somewhat sinisterly. Wet a noodle, pet a poodle, sketch a doodle, get some strudel lewdly. Perfectly partitioned pictures purporting parodies pornographically per paranoid patient's pandering pastime; quite quizzically, quintessential quandaries queue queasy quadrupeds. Never mind the cats and they're hairballs. I actually forgot what I was doing while I was warming up. What thread is this? "Be healthy". Right-o.

I am to respond to Reina's challenge to have it brought. Let the health begin!

[Meanwhile, in the narrator's booth]

It all began three days from now which meant nothing to the causality—frowning fuck forcibly flinging ferocious fanged felines furlongs further from forkheads.net (hey, hay, he's here, herp). What a wonderful world it would be were you to follow the straight line-talking line–talkers linearly. (Editor's note: as all around assuredly assume, alliteration assails an author's appetite and attitude. ¡Help! I can't stop!)

This will have to wait until a night I haven't been plagued by English. This fucking language and my unrequited lust thereof.

Got a friend who blows you out of the water when it comes to alteratory allegory. And puns... lady is a frigging pun factory.

Yeah, I don't know how I got stuck in that mode. Maybe the fourteen hours of work, week of sleepless nights, my daily half gram of caffeine having worn off, not having any inspiration, first time using a real keyboard in over a month, the distractions of sex. I've also lost my edge, it seems.

I should have used store bought instead of bringing it myself. Time for flac.

...so many puns... she never stops... puns... puns SO MANY PUNS! *Jumps out window*

However there was a nice horse pun conversation awhile back... I did well...

heh... Request-rian... pun gold... *chuckle*

Puns aside ya off-topic bastards. I think this place is more likely attracting crazies than able to turn them into such ones. I think that majority is already tainted in mind at some point before they come here - in here they are only less cautious to show it.
In my opinion if someone with a "healthy" mind stayed here - then I think he/she could more likely only gain more rezistance or immunity than get infected by mentality of this place.
That's how social networks work - your mask either breaks or gets thicker depending on personality and toxicity of the place.

I was pure... *Snort* ohfuckingnotatallIhadalreadyfuckedmysisterbeforeIfoundthisplace

You mean there are people that, deep down, aren't this deranged?

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wut

(I'm not sorry but would like to apologize for the use of this image macro ahead of time because while I love words the way I love a woman I also love this fucking image. Our love is natural and whole and shit.)

Spoiler: show

Though, seriously, commas, again, yes, I know, okay, I'm not sure this is a social network but on the assumption that anti-social webbrokes operate under the same guise we can safely say that things do get MOAR or less on a polar scale.

That is to say: if you liked this place enough to find it then you get MOAR and if you had this place shoveled up your rear end (THAT'D BE YOUR ASS FOR THE PRUDES IN THE FOREST) against your will then you'd take to it like a sea urchin to the Sahara.

(COCAINE'S ONE HELL OF A DRUG.)

-stares for five minutes-
wut... is... is there a zipper on the back... did someone knit it directly onto the tree?