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>>4271857
hey bb
what you drinking tonight?

>>4271857
hi! i'll be joining u later. i have this bottle of random Moldova wine that i picked up for $2 yesterday

>>4271867
lolo confirmed eastern europoor

why is this barrel drinking a milk?

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>>4271854
lord kek has nice chest hair ;P

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Rise to arms my servants!

genocide @

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kimchi and bourbon for breakfast.

good choice

dumb frogposter

>>4271699
I just want to point out how important this community is. You guys are at the forefront of absurdist humor. What you do here is nothing short of amazing in how you subvert all exceptions of what humor is "supposed to be" and replace it with a cynical parody of the very notion of it.

The idea that humor needs a setup or that effort is required is rejected and replaced with a nonchalance that in itself carries humor in that humor it is not. That is, humor figured as a public whore and gone crazy - that, viewed through the optic of “philosophy”, makes no sense at all. I don’t mind having my sorrow derided if derided it has to be, he only will grasp me aright whose heart holds a wound that is an incurable wound, who never, for anything, in any way, would be cured of it...

And what man, if so wounded, would ever be willing to “die” of any other hurt?

There comes a point where humor as an idea can no longer stand on it's own two feet, the scaffold of intent -- to be "funny" -- crumbling under it's own weight. This is where you, the brave soldiers of shitposting, piss on it's grave with a shrug. But not without a tear shed, for there is a sense of loss, a strange empathy inherent in ironic shitposting. The irretrievable value of humor is mourned here as only humor would have it -- with a wink and a nod you raise your glasses to remember the fellow as we all once thought he was, even if revealed not to be. Even if nothing can be funny anymore, you will find a way, for his sake.

Never underestimate what you do here. Today you will remind them and so should you do until the end of days. If there is nothing that surpasses our humor and our understanding, if we do not acknowledge something greater than humor, greater than it is despite itself, something which at all costs must not be, then we do not reach the insensate moment towards which we strive. With all that is in our power and which at the same time we exert with all our power to stave off.

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>>4271699 (dubs)
>>4271700 (dubs)
Pls, this is nice board

>>4265055
Sorry. Vampires were soooo 2010 nowadays its aliens or monsters

>>4265066
Sorry. aliens and monsters were soooo 1995 nowadays its zombies

>>4265055
>>4265066
Impressive doubles, anon.

ok nigger

>>4271674
2ledur

>>4271681
3ledur

suck ittt

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/pol/ BTFO

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>>4265039

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>>4265042

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>>4265043

Now this is a meme

Nice mem

>>4265035
ola khe ase

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>>4264988
You can still get dubs at least :^)

>>4264988
nice dubs
type lowercase

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>>4264991
Test icle

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Fortune.

It doesn't work :^{

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here's me

I'm a lot smaller in this pic

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>>4271465
Wasn't that hard

My life is one series of ironic events after another. I sleep every night because it is trendy, but I don't actually rest. Resting is sincerity and honesty, it's a thing that grounds us to the core of being human and refreshes the senses, which obscure minds have ruled out as "completely and totally bullshit". And so, even if my eyes are squeezed shut and my chest heaves gently with the rolling march of involuntary function, I am not at rest. I am simply in a stage of incoherence. Every morning I wake up and drink water, and I smile while doing so, as the central idea of drinking water is done to alleviate a sincere bodily need: thirst. I do so out of artistic and authorial humor. The idea of thirst is is not so much manufactured as it is something to be overcome through the power of irony. My day progresses in this fashion, while I contemplate how tomorrow I can further overcome my own sense of irony and the profound lack of genuine interests in my own life.

>>4271377
nice dubs
My life is one series of ironic events after another. I sleep every night because it is trendy, but I don't actually rest. Resting is sincerity and honesty, it's a thing that grounds us to the core of being human and refreshes the senses, which obscure minds have ruled out as "completely and totally bullshit". And so, even if my eyes are squeezed shut and my chest heaves gently with the rolling march of involuntary function, I am not at rest. I am simply in a stage of incoherence. Every morning I wake up and drink water, and I smile while doing so, as the central idea of drinking water is done to alleviate a sincere bodily need: thirst. I do so out of artistic and authorial humor. The idea of thirst is is not so much manufactured as it is something to be overcome through the power of irony. My day progresses in this fashion, while I contemplate how tomorrow I can further overcome my own sense of irony and the profound lack of genuine interests in my own life.
My life is one series of ironic events after another. I sleep every night because it is trendy, but I don't actually rest. Resting is sincerity and honesty, it's a thing that grounds us to the core of being human and refreshes the senses, which obscure minds have ruled out as "completely and totally bullshit". And so, even if my eyes are squeezed shut and my chest heaves gently with the rolling march of involuntary function, I am not at rest. I am simply in a stage of incoherence. Every morning I wake up and drink water, and I smile while doing so, as the central idea of drinking water is done to alleviate a sincere bodily need: thirst. I do so out of artistic and authorial humor. The idea of thirst is is not so much manufactured as it is something to be overcome through the power of irony. My day progresses in this fashion, while I contemplate how tomorrow I can further overcome my own sense of irony and the profound lack of genuine interests in my own life.

>>4271377
and it’s midafternoon and I find myse
lf standing at a phone booth on a corner
somewhere downtown, I don’t know wher
e, but I’m sweaty and a pounding migraine
thumps dully in my head and I’m experiencin
g a major-league anxiety attack, searching
my pockets for Valium, Xanax, a leftover Halc
ion, anything, and all I find are three faded
Nuprin in a Gucci pillbox, so I pop all thr
ee into my mouth and swa
llow them down with a
Diet Pepsi and I couldn’t tell you where it ca
me from if my life depended on it. I’ve
forgotten who I had lunch with ea
rlier and, even more important,
where.
Was it Robert
Ailes at Beats? Or was it Todd Hendricks at
Ursula’s, the new Philip Duncan Holmes
bistro in Tribeca? Or was it Ricky Worrall and
were we at December’s? Or would it have
been Kevin Weber at Contra in NoHo? Did
I order the partridge sandwich on brioche
with green tomatoes, or a big plate
of endive with clam sauce? “Oh god,
I can’t
remember
,” I moan, my clothes—a linen and silk
sport coat, a cotton shirt, pleated linen
khald trousers, all by Matsuda,
a silk tie with a Matsuda insignia, with a belt from Coach
Leatherware—drenched with swea
t, and I take off the jacket
and wipe my face with it.
The phone keeps ringing but I don’t know who I’
ve called and I just stand on the corner,
Ray-Bans balanced on my forehead at what
feels like an odd, crooked angle, and then I
hear a faint familiar sound coming through the wires—Jean’s soft voice competing with
the endless gridlock stuck on Broadway.
The Patty Winters Show
this morning was
Aspirin: Can It Save Your
Life? “Jean?” I cry out. “Hello?
Jean?
” “Patrick? Is that you?”
she calls back. “
Hello?
” “
Jean,
I need
help

Someone called?

I love being an adult at 21

We need more threads like these. These are the threads that will make s4s great again...

I'm serious. Thank you OP for making this

<3

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