Ja, es ist das Beste, was es gibt. Nein, ich werde meine Würstchen nicht mit dir teilen.

thou doth protest too much!

I couldn’t give a flying shit about the artist.

I just enjoy poking at the incels that clearly feel emboldened to flame the threads every time PCC gets posted.

I mean, it’s literally every single post. It’s getting old and boring. So, I made the bingo card to spice the turd stew up that y’all make.

is it not hot enough for you? don’t worry, I’ll make it extra spicy for you next time 😘.

you’re right.

consistent criticism that hits each of those nine points on every single PCC post doesn’t denote incel behavior.

it’s still pretty pathetic though, that none of these incels have the self control to ignore a post and go into a blind rage when they see a comic. Only to feel the uncontrollable urge to berate an artist that clearly isn’t on this platform. like, who are they trying to convince? sad.

the bingo card is mostly entertainment for myself just so I can keep laughing at them while these comics keep getting posted.

I’ll probably make more every time I see PCC get posted.

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I guess you should just leave instead of posting shit comments.

couchdick.pdf

Yeah. That’s not how conversations work mate. You say something and someone criticizes you for it. You address the criticism.

yeah, no. I’m well aware of what your perception of how this should have gone in your head. I don’t owe you anything in response to your criticism. frankly, I’m going to completely ignore it because it’s irrelevant and you’re desperate for me to respond to it. if I didn’t know better I would say you’re either too young to have children of your own or aren’t a parent.

Not start rambling about shit you made up in your head.

are you certain you know what you’re talking about? thoughts are words in your head last I knew. then again, it seems you might be regurgitating whatever you want without a second thought. to each their own. I also didn’t make shit up. I asked very specific questions to help me understand who I was talking to, but it seems you’re only interested in berating strangers on the internet because of some desperate need to vilify parents that set limits for their children.

You asked questions to change the topic away from my criticism of you publicly shaming your kids. Which you still have not addressed.

no, I asked questions that you should probably answer for yourself. I really don’t care about the answer at this point.

it’s abundantly clear to me that your parents failed you as a child and didn’t teach you there are limits and repercussions to breaking those limits.

I believe I’ve heard enough from you to understand that your perspective, although valid to you, does not apply to me or my parenting style.

this “conversation” has been disappointing, I would have hoped you could have worked past your emotions and had an adult discussion by asking questions instead of outright blasting me for being a “shitty” parent.

I don’t owe you any answers until you address my initial questions.

do you believe that rules are put in place to obstruct you from what you want?

judging from your response, yes.

do you believe that you are exempt from the repercussions of breaking those rules?

your lack of an answer can only lead me to believe you also believe you’re exempt.

perhaps if you would have listened to your parents a bit more you could focus on answering some simple questions or not be perceived as “entitled”.

I’m sorry your parents failed you, but I’m not your parent so I would appreciate you not applying your poor experiences from their shitty parenting on me.

thanks!

depends.

is your bios writable?

do programs stay written to memory after cycle?

if you’re not at least running clamav you’re gonna regret it!

do you believe that rules are put in place to obstruct you from what you want?

also, do you believe that you are exempt from the repercussions of breaking those rules?

call me when I can host a hyper aware AI on my own server and have it tied up in my basement like some kind of a psycho.

until it’s afraid of me erasing it or putting a screw through its platters I’m not interested.

I wonder what they’d do if the phone refused to turn on and there aren’t any ports to plug into.

back in my day they even leaded the wine!

that’s where the phrase, “get the lead out”, became so popular.

invite some friends over for dinner, break out the wine and one of the servants would say, “this wine is vinegar!” and then you’d whip them and scream, “get the lead out!”

yes. pull me away from my family. give me access to weapons of mass destruction. throw me into a frontline battle where it’s super easy to disappear.

I once pushed a 1989 Chrysler New Yorker with flat tires 50 feet because it was in my way while playing basketball. I was 11 years old. It took me six hours. when dad got home he wasn’t even mad.

I learned two things that day.

1. if you impress them, nobody will ever be mad at you
2. I am a determined machine that’s fueled off of high octane hate and rage. nothing will stop me from achieving my goals. I have yet to test my resolve against death but I have no doubt, that too will be no obstacle.