Please reply!! Please scold me!
I'm asking everyone to leave me some funny classic replies that insult the original poster and the second-floor commenter! Thank you, everyone! At this moment, Moonlight, insult away! I am Moonlight!
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In this world, there are a lot of fools. The biggest fool is called the second floor. Why is this second floor called a fool? Because he actually wants to snatch the couch from me! How can a tasteless poor guy like him have the qualification to compete for the couch with someone as great as me? Let me tell you, snatching the couch is a great and sacred undertaking, and only a very few people are qualified to do it! For example, me! Look at the person on the second floor, that creepy appearance. Look at his dark forehead, his improper tongue coating! Look at his dark circles! Look at his prominent cheeks! This is clearly the manifestation of someone who masturbates ten times a day! Then look at his smile, in his smile, cruelty mixes with lewdness, loneliness mixes with arrogance, fool combines with idiot! This is clearly the behavior of masturbating while watching Brother Chun's concert! I tell you, never forget the person who has the couch; he is your eternal pride! And never forget the person who is on the second floor; he is your eternal shame! Let us unite as one! Eliminate the second floor! Support the couch! Second floor, you fool, you still want to resist? Haha, do you think someone like you has any chance to turn things around under my dazzling brilliance? Quickly install a titanium-alloy dog-eye to avoid being blinded by my godlike light! Here I laugh and pat the head of the second-floor dog without saying a word.
As the second floor, I feel a great sense of responsibility. If I don't reply, the original poster might think they are playing a solo version of Baidu. Also, I need to touch the dog head on the fourth floor. The reason I don't touch the third floor is that I'm afraid some grandson will fight me for the second floor, and accidentally I would end up touching myself...
The more you think, the more troubles you will encounter; if you think about nothing, there will actually be no trouble at all. The more you fear, the more people will bully you; if you are afraid of nothing, no one will dare to bully you.
There are always 28 types of people who comment: one who talks about the front row watching, one who just passes by, one who leaves a name, one who comes straight to curse 'LZ die, LZ idiot,' one who always grabs the second comment, one who just passes by, one who only knows how to reply 'haha,' one who enters and leaves without contributing anything, one who doodles, one who posts ads, one who constantly pretends to be profound, one who is an emoji master, one who casually scrolls and sleeps, one who wants to pat the dog downstairs, one who always worships, one who brags, one who despises braggers, one who promotes the 'Spring Brother,' one who floods the thread with nonsense, one who is annoying, one who claims to save face, one who says stuff like 'kiss, right or not,' one who says the content is too long and doesn't read it, one who talks nonsense all the time, one who constantly asks what to prepare to go to KFC, now there's an extra one about a 4-yuan Nutri-Express, one who requests group photos, one who comments without trying to gain attention or leave a name, and finally, one like me who copies and pastes to gain experience! Heh heh heh heh…
Why did a ninety-year-old woman die naked on the street? Why did hundreds of female donkeys scream in the middle of the night? Why are condoms in small shops repeatedly tampered with? Why are girls' dormitory underwear frequently stolen? Who is behind the serial killing of mother pigs? The old nun's door is knocked on every night—are they humans or ghosts? What is hidden behind the accidental deaths of hundreds of puppies? Behind all this, is it a distortion of human nature or a collapse of morality? Is it an outbreak of sexual desire or the helplessness of thirst? Stay tuned tonight at 8 PM on CCAV for the annual special 'The Landlord's Road of No Return' as we follow the camera into the inner world of a pervert...
About using fish to masturbate: You might not know which fish to use or the detailed method. Below, I'll share my experience. First, use a large carp about 40 cm long. Put it in the bathtub, and of course, fill it with water. Then, I jumped into the tub, lulling myself to distract myself, like imagining three representatives, UFOs, or watching JAVA programming to raise it, so the JJ wouldn't get hard. Then I grabbed the fish in front of myself and pushed its mouth out of the water. At this point, the fish would sadly open its mouth and pant continuously. Then I quickly stuffed the unerect JJ into the fish's mouth. The fish's mouth is very flexible, like YD, so you can safely use JJs of different sizes. Then I pushed hard inside, pressing the mouth against the base of the JJ. The fish will treat the penis like a caterpillar and instinctively make swallowing movements, but as the penis rapidly erects, it will get completely stuck in the fish's mouth and plunge straight into its belly. The carp will continuously swallow and spit out, and will struggle all over its body. But I can never break free from the JJ stuck in my throat. And then until I shoot completely like crazy. PS: After shooting, the JJ shrinks and can slide out of the fish's mouth. The carp will continue to live and continue serving me, but it seems to be feeding the fish, haha. !!! If you have this hobby, you might want to try using ribbonfish.
You're here bragging again, which made me check several communities, flip through hundreds of posts, and finally found you. The foreman asked me to tell you to go to the construction site early tomorrow; you need to move 3 truckloads of cement and 2 truckloads of bricks. If you don't finish, you won't even get paid for yesterday. Also, Widow Wang at the east end of the village asked you: when are you going to save enough money to marry her? If you still haven't gone back by the end of the year, she'll marry Crooked Neck at the west end of the village.
After reading the original poster's post, my face grew serious. I shut down the computer, got up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of Nongfu Spring, held it in my hand, walked to the window, and stared into the distance. Outside, under the gray sky, it was drizzling. Looking out the window, my mood became even gloomier. I could no longer suppress my inner emotions, so I opened the window and shouted loudly at the outside: 'Original poster, what the hell is this J8 stuff you wrote!'
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