It's not even good bait the Chapo is just fucking retarded. The sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife. I'm sick and tired of how people keep trying to use Poe's law to avoid any sense of reading comprehension
Fat (mentally, not physically), ignorant American here.
Sparkling water is a travesty, only "good" for shitty mixed drinks (anything that isn't a whisky sour is shitty)
Having architecture that isn't thousands of years old affords us the luxury of comfort in most buildings. I'll trade culture for climate control any day of the year. Culture is stupid.
Paying for the use of a restroom is elitist and intrinsically classist. That's not how things work in America.
Sunday is the day of the Lord. That means I get to do whatever I want so you better be fucking open or I'm going to file a complaint to as many people as it takes.
Having architecture that isn't thousands of years old affords us the luxury of comfort in most buildings. I'll trade culture for climate control any day of the year. Culture is stupid.
This is cope. Burger architecture is cold and ugly.
As I have said, I moved in on 16 July 1923. My household consisted of seven servants and nine cats, of which latter species I am particularly fond. My eldest cat, "Nigger-Man", was seven years old and had come with me from my home in Bolton, Massachusetts; the others I had accumulated whilst living with Capt. Norrys' family during the restoration of the priory.
[...]
At some time I must have fallen quietly asleep, for I recall a distinct sense of leaving strange dreams, when the cat started violently from his placid position. I saw him in the faint auroral glow, head strained forward, fore feet on my ankles, and hind feet stretched behind. He was looking intensely at a point on the wall somewhat west of the window, a point which to my eye had nothing to mark it, but toward which all my attention was now directed.
And as I watched, I knew that Nigger-Man was not vainly excited. Whether the arras actually moved I cannot say. I think it did, very slightly. But what I can swear to is that behind it I heard a low, distinct scurrying as of rats or mice. In a moment the cat had jumped bodily on the screening tapestry, bringing the affected section to the floor with his weight, and exposing a damp, ancient wall of stone; patched here and there by the restorers, and devoid of any trace of rodent prowlers.
Nigger-Man raced up and down the floor by this part of the wall, clawing the fallen arras and seemingly trying at times to insert a paw between the wall and the oaken floor. He found nothing, and after a time returned wearily to his place across my feet. I had not moved, but I did not sleep again that night.
[...]
This is what they say I said when they found me in the blackness after three hours; found me crouching in the blackness over the plump, half-eaten body of Capt. Norrys, with my own cat leaping and tearing at my throat. Now they have blown up Exham Priory, taken my Nigger-Man away from me, and shut me into this barred room at Hanwell with fearful whispers about my heredity and experience. Thornton is in the next room, but they prevent me from talking to him. They are trying, too, to suppress most of the facts concerning the priory. When I speak of poor Norrys they accuse me of this hideous thing, but they must know that I did not do it. They must know it was the rats; the slithering scurrying rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that race behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats in the walls.
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1 jaredschaffer27 2019-10-24
lol cope
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1 serialflamingo 2019-10-24
Do you think most buildings in Europe are thousands of years old?
1 ragnathorn 2019-10-24
No, I don't think
1 serialflamingo 2019-10-24
Lol you replied too quickly, I'm a dumbass for getting baited
1 ragnathorn 2019-10-24
it's okay sometimes I read what I write and I think "this guy is stupid" too
1 ReddneckwithaD 2019-10-24
Now thats some good bait
Also obligatory yuropoors mad
4 aqouta 2019-10-24
Homelessnomics is a well studied field of supply and demand. Supply of opiods and demand that they get off my property.
2 Feanorfanclub 2019-10-24
It's not even good bait the Chapo is just fucking retarded. The sarcasm is so thick you can cut it with a knife. I'm sick and tired of how people keep trying to use Poe's law to avoid any sense of reading comprehension
5 ragnathorn 2019-10-24
I really tried to make it obvious
1 FlexualHealing 2019-10-24
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
1 mackson2000 2019-10-24
You didn't get banned for homophobia, you got banned for being a faggot OP.
1 ragnathorn 2019-10-24
That's right and I'm going to seduce your firstborn son (when he's of legal age of course)
1 mackson2000 2019-10-24
At least you're not a libertarian.
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Jokes on you though, I'm volcelmaxxing.
1 Woolgun 2019-10-24
He's clearly implying that Euros are gay
1 CucksLoveTrump 2019-10-24
most are (or have AIDS some other way)
1 Woolgun 2019-10-24
TBH I don't have a problem with it as long as they're doing it as a sport (the catching AIDS part).
1 CucksLoveTrump 2019-10-24
the french call it "bugchasing"
1 Jeb4Pres2020 2019-10-24
They hated him because he told the truth.
1 Tzar-Romulus 2019-10-24
This is cope. Burger architecture is cold and ugly.
1 Jeb4Pres2020 2019-10-24
At least we don't have thousands of deaths every time it gets over 90 freedom degrees lmao get fucked e*ropoor
1 wow___justwow 2019-10-24
france really is a shithole country
2 dogDroolsCatsRules 2019-10-24
If you aren't willing to kill thousands of poors every year for AESTHETIC, you should stay in the country kiddy club.
1 jaredschaffer27 2019-10-24
Wood is vibrant and full of life and renewable and bricks and stone are ugly, dull, dead and finite. GOD BLESS AMERICA, ONE 2x4 AT A TIME.
3 zergling_Lester 2019-10-24
Yeah, and I really don't want my walls to be full of life to be quite honest with you fam.
3 jaredschaffer27 2019-10-24
Why not? That's how you find dead hookers, pirate treasure and everything else.
3 zergling_Lester 2019-10-24
As I have said, I moved in on 16 July 1923. My household consisted of seven servants and nine cats, of which latter species I am particularly fond. My eldest cat, "Nigger-Man", was seven years old and had come with me from my home in Bolton, Massachusetts; the others I had accumulated whilst living with Capt. Norrys' family during the restoration of the priory.
[...]
At some time I must have fallen quietly asleep, for I recall a distinct sense of leaving strange dreams, when the cat started violently from his placid position. I saw him in the faint auroral glow, head strained forward, fore feet on my ankles, and hind feet stretched behind. He was looking intensely at a point on the wall somewhat west of the window, a point which to my eye had nothing to mark it, but toward which all my attention was now directed.
And as I watched, I knew that Nigger-Man was not vainly excited. Whether the arras actually moved I cannot say. I think it did, very slightly. But what I can swear to is that behind it I heard a low, distinct scurrying as of rats or mice. In a moment the cat had jumped bodily on the screening tapestry, bringing the affected section to the floor with his weight, and exposing a damp, ancient wall of stone; patched here and there by the restorers, and devoid of any trace of rodent prowlers.
Nigger-Man raced up and down the floor by this part of the wall, clawing the fallen arras and seemingly trying at times to insert a paw between the wall and the oaken floor. He found nothing, and after a time returned wearily to his place across my feet. I had not moved, but I did not sleep again that night.
[...]
This is what they say I said when they found me in the blackness after three hours; found me crouching in the blackness over the plump, half-eaten body of Capt. Norrys, with my own cat leaping and tearing at my throat. Now they have blown up Exham Priory, taken my Nigger-Man away from me, and shut me into this barred room at Hanwell with fearful whispers about my heredity and experience. Thornton is in the next room, but they prevent me from talking to him. They are trying, too, to suppress most of the facts concerning the priory. When I speak of poor Norrys they accuse me of this hideous thing, but they must know that I did not do it. They must know it was the rats; the slithering scurrying rats whose scampering will never let me sleep; the daemon rats that race behind the padding in this room and beckon me down to greater horrors than I have ever known; the rats they can never hear; the rats, the rats in the walls.
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1 zergling_Lester 2019-10-24
This is true Art, Loppy. You have much to learn.
1 aquatic-rhino 2019-10-24
This is the first time I've seen this level of bait be upvoted. Well played, op
1 oss_spy 2019-10-24
God damn I think I'm in love
5 ragnathorn 2019-10-24
hahaha you should send nudes then 😘😘 lol just kidding 😂 😂 😂 .... Unless? 😳😳
1 employee10038080 2019-10-24
Wish we could ping that europoor
1 ArtisanalCollabo 2019-10-24
Look at this fucking woman who thinks anything other than whiskey sour is bad