You were sooo much better than my aunt

haha another great thread

Thanks dad

That's normal

"I'm going to post about this on Sep7agon"

I'm an antinatalist

Leave you fucking piece of shit. You think America is a shitty country? Leave.

America is the best country on earth. There's a reason people risk their lives just trying to get into the country, let alone live the lifestyle you lead. You fucking maggots make me sick. You'll take advantage of everything America has to give, but you give nothing back. You don't lift a finger to improve your country. You know why? Because you're a fucking spineless loser and that's all you'll ever be for the rest of your god damn life you worthless sack of shit. You fucking spoiled piece of subhuman trash. You have no idea how good you have it. You don't deserve America.

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Imagine if Shane had come back as a rebranded Negan.

Like, keep Shane, but he goes by Negan now (we are all Negan) and takes on some of the qualities that we expect from Negan. Then you have a killer backstory episode on "How did he get here?" and that show starts with zooming into a bloody, torn jacket hanging on a wall - Negan's jacket - and as it goes to black, you start with a voiceover, with Shane saying something like "I just couldn't do it any more".

Bang, cut to Shane walking down the road, viscera all over him, a walker in pieces behind him. He's tired, but his rage keeps him moving forward. Maybe he's even got rage tears, with a fast jump cut montage of Lori and good times with Rick, when things were simple. As he's walking, you're looking at his feet on the asphalt, one step after another, and then... he looks up, sees some Survivors, guns leveled at him.

I mean, it writes itself.

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Nathalie Portman is the reason I work out.
I have this fantasy where we start talking at the Vanity Fair Oscars party bar. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her in New Girl. She laughs. I get my drink.
"Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Nathalie Portman? She touches her neck as she watches me leave.
Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette.
"Got a spare?" she asks.
"What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles.
"Conversation with me, duh."
I laugh.
"What's so funny?" she protests.
"Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?"
"You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter.
"What would you do if you weren't an actress?" I ask.
"Teaching, I think."
"And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
"Discipline," she says quickly, looking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Bermuda," I say.
"Oh wow. That's lovely."
"It's ok," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
"What could possibly be not to your liking in Bermuda?" she inquires.
"I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere."

Gas powered stick never runs out of gas.

Man, whew, I did not feel a thing while I was in there.

Whew!

Man, whew, I did not feel a thing while I was in there.

Whew!

He must have been TIGHT