discolé monade

roams the streets, looking for wrong. wanting to right it. run on sentances he knows them well. that's never stopped mr hoonié. boy howdy, and hoo boy, no way said he.

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has been transcribing said notes into, what will be, a number one best seller in smut material.

builds elaborate diorama's of [uemb] posts, and acts out responses.

all of his content should be piled into one thread. always. it's been the same shit for 10 years now. same titles, same threads. i mean...it's all about his 1st amend. and all that jazz.... but there should be expectations of ridicule.

mos def

sometimes, mostly about all the time, loses me somewhere in translation.

sometimes, it's ok to indulge in really shitty rag news.

stfu

bloody hell. don't feed the bears mang.

this is why we can't have nice things.

no one is confused... well, except that op

neither did i really , until moving here. lunches as we know are big meals for most in eu, and .... lol iono...i guess supper is when ever after lunch, but lunch is big so that's dinner and i honestly have no clue. i'm a yankee.

jesus chicken makes me sad

builds elaborate lego/duplo displays resembling the 'trost district' and pretends he's a titan.

lol.... and yet, no explanation was given. mr hoonie had met his match.

mr hoonie. i like that...has a nice, "i pretend to be things" vibe.

try and make less sense.

to end these threads, type STOP. STOP

places bets against himself to take a fall during underground tickle fight clubs. somehow keeps losing.

^ i wish really does know all the right things to say.