What a horse! I am the Demon King Controller!
You, you, you... (trembling) How did you find out??! ?! ?! ?! ? (Excited) Impossible... No, impossible... (Thinking casually) Ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ......... (Looking up to the sky and sighing) You actually discovered me. . . (positive color) Mr. Abalone in Ice Soup. (Strange light flashing in eyes) You are... (hesitant) How did you find out... (Silence) You know... (Silence +1) Too many.
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Putting 2 ing I ask myself 1 + 1 = what, if I say 1 myself, I know too much, escape and die. If I say 3 myself, 1 + 1 = anything is wrong, can go die.
Handsome kid, looking at your clever mind, you are a once-in-ten-thousand genius at spamming, disturbing forum harmony depends on you. I have a secret manual --- > 'Drunken Silver Sword', since fate brings us together, I'll give it to you!
How could this happen?? Why? Could it be that you... have reached the realm of meaningless posting - entertaining yourself! So young and already like this, not bad. From now on, the important task of posting casually will be handed over to you! You must persist, a genius of meaningless years!
What the original poster said is really... that day on the street, I ran into the building pig, and I saw the building pig undo his belt, pull down his pants, and take out his thing... I shouted excitedly, 'Building pig, what are you doing?' The building pig smiled and said, 'I'm bullshitting.'
There are always a few types of people: three fighting to be at the front row of the professional section, one posting inappropriate images, one bragging, one looking down on those who brag, one just passing by, one trying to save face, one only posting emojis, one damn person looking down on the original poster, one damn person agreeing with looking down on the original poster, one always commenting on which floor it is, one posting ads, one saying they were young and ignorant before and didn't reply to posts, one saying 'masturbating is healthier,' one posting things trying to spark a discussion about China-related topics, two asking the original poster for their email, one looking for a representative team from some province asking everyone to maintain formation, one asserting this post is destined to go viral, one saying the original poster knows too much, one saying they just like posts with few people replying because it's not a loss for them, one asking for verification because a girl is pretty, and finally, one like me copying and pasting.
The original poster excitedly finished posting this thread, only to be stopped by a reporter who insisted on interviewing him— The reporter asked: "You must have had some unforgettable experiences in your life, right? Can you tell us about them?" —The OP was stunned for a moment after hearing this, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then said meaningfully: "That year, the dog from the second floor went missing... I went to the mountain with the second floor and searched all night, and finally found the dog. Because it rained so heavily, we spent the night in a cave. That night was really boring, so we forcibly had sex with the dog from the second floor. It felt amazing!" —The reporter looked awkward and asked again: "Don't you have anything even more unforgettable?" —The OP chuckled: "One winter, the person from the third floor went missing. I went up the mountain with the second floor to search and found them quickly, but on the way back down we deliberately stayed until dark, so we spent another night in a cave. The second floor and I knew what to do, and forcibly had sex with the third floor. It felt fucking amazing!" —The reporter forced a smile to ease the mood and asked again: "Don't you have anything most unforgettable, something that isn't raping animals or people?" —The OP, trembling, crushed the cigarette butt hard in the ashtray, his mouth twitching continuously, and finally regained his composure. He shed a murky tear and sank into endless sorrowful memories... "O-One year, I went missing, and everyone in the building went up the mountain to look for me..."
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Today, this humble monk happened to pass by this place and saw the original poster bragging loudly here, deceiving the people and harming the world. I, being devoted to Buddha and possessing good intentions, could not bear it in my heart. Enjoying helping others and upholding the spirit of respecting the elderly and loving the young, I could only pick up a stick and stab vigorously at the poster's chest, chanting in my mouth: 'Benefactor, to hell with you @_@|||'
God needed a phone, so He took Steve Jobs... God needed a bodyguard, so He took Bruce Lee... God needed an assassin, so He took Osama bin Laden... God needed a singer, so He took Leslie Cheung... God needed a dancer, so He took Michael Jackson. Great God, do You need a fool? Then take the original poster.
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