Codename: Jackass

RIP Misaka Sorry you died in that car wreck

I'm sorry man. My grandma went in a similar fashion and I still feel guilty for assuming she'd always be there. I'm pouring one out.

Suicide is not the answer.

If I were an admin I would have permabanned everyone ITT by now.

Wanna smash?

I've tried all the normal people responses. I'm out of advice.

yeah man just be yourself

gotta pull yourself up by the bootstraps, work hard and make something of yourself boys.

What reason do I have to lie about my media consumption habits on a website two dozen people regularly visit?

The last time I actually watched anime was some time in 2013.

Alright, I get the talking pillow now. My life sucks. I fucked it all up. I could blame other people but it's really all my fault. I'm wasting my life but I don't know how to stop.

My life sucks.

More people need to use drugs. Cull the herd. Get rid of those destined to be removed by natural selection.

Ask him which hormones and anabolics I need to get a roidgut like his.

In the presence of greatness, the humble can only bow.

The Trial - Franz Kafka Because I believe that we are living in a world of arbitrary codes and witless administrators who cannot or will not provide explanation, guidance or succor and serve only to grease the cogs of a faceless machine bent on the destruction of the common man, and, just like Joseph K., we are only victims to be used up and ruined.

Everybody's body betrays them at some point. Usually it can be postponed by quitting the booze.

As long as it stays in DF, let covered_in_sponges post his chocolate starfish in peace.

6th grade social studies teacher. There was nothing outright sinister about her, but she had a very strange, elongated face. Everything about her was long. She was skinny and tall, but her limbs seemed to stretch further than they should have. She wore glasses that did not flatter her long head. She had an awkward way of speaking, too. It was halting, lilting version of English, where she would rise up on certain syllables toward the start of the sentence and end on a lower register at the end. "O-kay, stu-dents, today we're going to learn a-bout the religion of Islam. Italics are high note, bold are low note. I was convinced she was from Jupiter or something like Will Smith's teacher in Men in Black, like she had settled on a mostly human form, but was still having trouble nailing down the subtleties of human language and behavior after her time on Earth. She did sponsor an elective field trip with our parents on the weekend to our cemetery here in town (supposedly one with the biggest, most historic cemeteries in the region) and we did charcoal rubbings of the cool headstones. Also my 11th grade geometry teacher. He was just all about business and didn't tolerate bullshit, but wasn't mean or anything. He seemed like a perfectly nice guy aside from the fact that he looked like a short troll. I feel bad saying it but it was the closest I could get to describing him. Small, stooped when he stood, large, hooked nose and bald head, and had a strangely nasal voice. The quintessential male high school math teacher. Sidenote: my super Christian classmate told me that he went to the same church as Mr. Teacher and he had beautiful singing voice. It humanized him. He was cool but just looked weird.

Sure, what's your fursona?

Nobody here is in a band.