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don't tell me what to do

Yeah, that movie was pretty evil, but I'm gonna need time to shrivel my soul up to Seinfeld levels

whatever, impostor Pro tip: evil doesn't swim in water

Is that how you do it? teach me

Well, evil-er It comes with a great benefits package and some pretty sweet perks

I like and or respect ghostrek and it has almost nothing to do with his huge dong

My uncle got so mad once, after I beat him in a one v one game, he hurled my basketball over the fence and yelled, "good game asshole." These sorts of outbursts happened all the time, but he was still my favorite uncle. Partly because he bought me booze, but mainly because he bought me weed. Do you understand what i'm trying to say?

You gotta stand up for yourself he's just a kid

Captain Janeway

Y'know what, religions are more profitable than cults. We gotta change lanes. It's all about the dolla dolla bills y'all. Unfortunately this does mean we'll have to switch back to @God-Says-No as the face/leader. You ok with that?

The year was 1944. I was born in a small hospital just outside Bayonne, New Jersey. The president was Franklin D. Roosevelt and World War II was everywhere. It's all anyone talked about. Everyone but my father. He was a welder. He worked on the ships that came into the docks for repairs. All he cared about was sailing a ship of his own. "Around the world and back again," he would say. He never got to live his dream. It was Cancer that got him. Salvatore "Cancer" Leone, the youngest son of the Leone family and their primary enforcer. He stood at 4'9" tall, but no one dared mention it. His original nickname was Baby Face, but he killed anyone he heard call him that, so they took to calling him Cancer. As in, "that little fuck is such a cancer." He killed my father over a parking spot. Never knew his name. Never cared. My mother took me to live with her family in Sheboygan. That's where I grew up. A quiet and uneventful life. That is, till I turned eighteen, packed a suitcase with some clothes, the little money I had stashed away and my grandfather's Walther P38. I headed straight for New Jersey to put flowers on my dad's grave and to dig one for Cancer. No one would dare touch those guys in their own neighborhood. Not back then. He never saw it coming. Walking to his car, he was dead before his body hit the ground. His blood would color the very same parking spot that wore my father's. I've been on the run ever since. I never told my story before. It feels good to get it out. To see the words in front of me. I suppose it doesn't matter now, but I wanted someone else to know I did right by my father. I've never regretted what I did or any day since.

no es gracioso es triste

yo tengo sed

...OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I guess.....the universe decided to pour one out for 2020

Hell yeah! Magic over science!

after a lot of things

This is by far the dumbest question in this thread. You.....are Naraku! You're whole shtick is parts of you leaving, coming back, dying, getting re-absorbed. If anyone can attend their own funeral, it's you.

That's a good question. Complicated though. See they're technically alive, but the light always seems to leave their eyes.

I guess if you kill and bury them after, you wouldn't have that problem

This got realer than I anticipated cancer or cancer cancer....y'know what, never mind