>you stay up late reading Schopenhauer
>Chad shreds her precious little flower
>You cry again to "Pet Sounds"
>While her ass, Chad pounds
>you dream of charging the Russians at Austerlitz
>chad fucks her face and cums on her tits
You get drunk and listen to music alone.
She gets drunk and sucks off Tyrone.
You learn mathematics and calculate the sum.
She lost count after her eighth gallon of cum.
You haven't worked in a while, and your bank balance is nil.
Chad gives her everything, and she sucks his cock still.
It's the best way to pronounce it and the best way to rhyme it objectively... you're just a loser beta cuck faggot with no priorities
>You stay up all night laughing at memes
>She stays up all night slurping up chad's cream
>you study norse mythology
>she studies chad's biology
>your read about alfheim
>chad fucks her another time
>you study the battle of Chancellorsville
>Into her vagina Chad's semen will spill
Meme is actually derived from the french word "meme" which means "same". It's actually pronounced the same as the word "maim". It rhymes with "game".
That being said it seems universally accepted that normies pronounce it as if it rhymes with "cream". Calling it a mee mee is embarrassing.
>she is fucking men, black and tan
>you're becoming a supreme gentleman
>you spend your time modding games
>Chad spends his time maiming dames
re-read The Selfish Gene, you fucking fat-ass faggot. from the 30th anniversary edition:
"The new soup is the soup of human culture. We need a name for
the new replicator, a noun that conveys the idea of a unit of cultural
transmission, or a unit of imitation. 'Mimeme' comes from a suitable
Greek root, but I want a monosyllable that sounds a bit like 'gene'. I
hope my classicist friends will forgive me if I abbreviate mimeme to
meme* If it is any consolation, it could alternatively be thought of as
being related to 'memory', or to the French word meme. It should be
pronounced to rhyme with 'cream'."
>"meme" is pronounced to rhyme with "cream"
>meanwhile, her ass Chad will surely ream
>You turn on the Purifier
>Chad lifts her ass a little higher
you are deeply confused and i'm sorry that they pay you for your confusion
mimeisthai is the present infinitive.
back to class with you lol
>With Chad and Tyrone she shares a rich sexual history
>What happened to their bodies will be a real mystery
How to frame reality 101:
>You stay reading the best book ever feeling like you've truly lived for the first time reading this magnificent piece of art.
>Some dumb monkeys are going through the motions. He sticks dick in hole. Profit. Empty lives. They end up killing themselves.
Sounds a bit different, doesn't it?
> Drinking and binging, thinking of the real issues
> In the corner grows a stack of cum-stained tissues
> And you ponder about your glorious virtues
> But better genes and cock is all she pursues
>"just work hard and you will be rewarded!"
>"women like men who work hard and are nice!"
>you study hard in school
>chad is fucking prime pussy
>you try to be a good person to everyone
>chad is most popular by being an asshole
>you worked very hard to get a good job
>chad takes your tax money to live on welfare and creates single mothers who take even more tax money
>finally work your way up to get your own place at the age of 30
>all women are used up leftovers from chad
>go for a mail order bride out of desperation
>she cheats on your with chad and divorces you for alimony
>Chad gets a comfy middle management job and lives happily ever after
yep. Great genes --> great life. Almost no exceptions. And todays society is built to benefit Chad more than ever while excluding us.
>you jerk off to unicorns
>she jerks guys in uniforms
spent a while trying to get this one to work, im quite proud of it.
>you look at the stars and wonder how vast the universe is
>she looks up to chad and wonders how vast his cock is
>you spend your time studying for your STEM degree
>Chad gets to watch her pee
>you are at the gym trying to make it
>she's cooking him breakfast naked
>at candle lit a romantic song for her you sang
>the voices she remembers of her first gang bang
>in this thread I try my best to come up with a rhyme
>on her own little sister Chad convinces her to commit a lewd crime
>your days and nights, empty
>while chad makes her feel full
>you scream out in envy
>a cuck, while chad's the bull
its all about syllable structure guys
>you finish your last deadlift set of the week on friday night
>she smiles and blushes through her freckles at Chad's pounding
>you are getting comfy under the blanket
>While Chad fucks her with his rocket
>your soul is enlivened by every book
>her pussy's stretched out by the dick that she took
>some day you just know that you'll read them all
>"uh oh," she thinks, "i'm hitting the wall!"
>your knowledge is growing, your intellect vast
>her cock carousel is ending at last
>each year that you age, another hard-won
>at just twenty-five, her heyday is done
>so when you get jealous of their silver plate
>remember that they have a best-before date
there's a great many things a woman might do,
for instance, complain, gossip, or screw.
for god made her form -- well enough -- like a man's.
but in that distraction, he bungled the plan.
in making her physically gorgeous, you see,
he forgot to install what a man really needs.
in the end, while she has some very nice holes,
it's a shame god neglected to give her a soul.
>you live your life like a lonely sad wretch
>she dreams of Chad and which holes he will stretch
>your parents are happy their basements your place
>she loses count of the loads on her face
>you toil day and night to be ready for class
>Chad and his bros make her taste her own ass
>you love to facebook poke her
>chad's pulling her hair to yoke her
>your SMS poetry flowed
>meanwhile she was draining chad's load
>you surprise her, a diamond provider
>chad surprise her by nutting inside her
I found him because of the games, I stayed after he started making these gay videos. thought they were satire at first but by this point he must have spent a few hundred, not many people will spend that much on a joke that will only be seen by couple dozen thousand. is it really so wrong for him to want to shove weird fantasy penises inside his body and share his experiences with us?
why don't you try being less judgmental, you faget.
from far off, as a NEET, i fancied that chads
had attained what a man could e'er want to have.
so i set myself scheming, i drew up a list,
of what i must do to get my first kiss.
i lifted, i showered, i uninstalled games,
i spoke out in classes, i learned normies' names.
i deleted my porn, embarked on nofap,
and even stopped talking on steam to that trap.
little by little, my normalcy grew.
in asinine chitchat, i learned what to do.
i learned that the normies love movies and shows,
and instagram, facebook, and shopping for clothes.
i stalked all their haunts, absorbing their habits,
tried not to recoil when they all fucked like rabbits.
i wrote down the remakes and sequels they saw,
and scrutinised them for governing laws.
i seemed to be changing, reforming aright;
was my dream to get pussy now coming in sight?
i needed to test it. i needed a trial.
having come all this way, i was on the last mile.
i went to the stacy whose trust i'd most gained,
i asked her to coffee. i made my case plain.
"i'm sorry," she said, "you're a really nice guy,
but i only date men who are over six five."
>This sure is a great thread
>Meanwhile she gives Chad head
>At fifty your grey hair makes you distinguished //
>The One sits alone, her passions extinguished //
>You head to the gym, your angst is unpent //
>She weeps at night, her looks are all spent //
> Wrinkles? A few. That's just how it goes //
> But men age like wine, so don't make them your woes //
> Her youth, fleeing fast, seemed just yesterday //
> "Why don't they like me? Why won't they stay?" //
> You stay late in the evening, running the show //
> The young, pretty intern looks over, aglow //
> "Anon, do you need me? It's getting late" //
> "I should prob'ly head home, 'less you need me to wait?" //
> She bobs and she simpers, you see with some pleasure //
> You drink in her body, relaxed, at your leisure //
> "You know what I'd like, what would make things just right?" //
> "If we grabbed a quick drink, called it a night" //
> Her face lights up happy, she looks at you shy //
> "We'd best make a move then, but I won't make you buy!" //
> "Don't be so silly, where would we be? //
> If I can't treat my interns, what would that make me?" //
> So you leave and you notice, she looks up at your eyes //
> So eager and perfect, not tainted with lies //
> The evening goes smoothly, all falls in place //
> You share a good bottle, then lean close to her face //
> "You know you remind me, of an old crush of mine //
> I wanted to bed her, but hadn't the spine" //
> This makes her heady, her heart thumps her chest //
> "But Anon, what stopped you? You're one of the best!" //
> "You're so sweet to say so, I wish that I had //
> When I look back on my youth, it makes me so mad!" //
> "Then lets seize the day, no time to waste //
> Come back with me Anon, come back to my place!" //
> You head to her house, and note once again //
> That this is too easy, no challenge to win //
> The night disappears in erotic bliss //
> Somewhat marred by having to piss... //
> ...six times that night; not such a chore //
> When you consider just what a whore... //
> ...You left in that bed, all covered in cum //
> The sheets rumpled up, exposing her bum //
> "Now that I'm older", you think to yourself //
> "I see just how women end up on the shelf" //
> "It isn't too tricky, it isn't too hard //
> To exploit these young girls, then to discard... //
> ...Their lithe eager bodies, their smooth supple skin //
> Just like The One, they'll end up in the bin" //
>Anonymous, published in _The Roast Is Toast Collection_. 4chan: Doubles & Quads, 2016.
>While you were at home during prom, thinking of life
>Everyone else were living and dreaming, meeting future wives
>All you can see is hopelessness and despair
>He drilled her so hard her pussy needs repair
>Working hard is the path to the American dream
>Is that her face, or is it Chad's cream?