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He maketh me to lie down in green, organic fair trade pastures unbespoilt by inorganic pesticides: he leadeth me beside the still waters away from some dullard's continual smugness and playing the wounded Henrietta at every opportunity, no matter the topic. He restoreth my soul free from the shrill panty wetting who is essentially conflicted by his own muddled thinking: he leadeth me in the paths away from engaging with that intractable self-righteousness for his own name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the faux moral outrage and the straw man argument, In the ignore button we trust, we shall fear no weavils; thy serenity and thy abundance of infinitely more interesting topics and people they comfort me. Thou preparest a politically neutral table of unpretentious and sincerely prepared bicycle-orientated goodies before me even in the undesirable presence of mine endlessly tiresome and pathetic enemies: thou anointest my head with cold pressed hemp oil; my cup runneth over with non-gluten free beer. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life away from boring, intellectually stunted and hapless needy cunts: and I will dwell in the house of the Lufguss for ever and ever, amen.
Parklife.
This is funny an all but honestly I don't mean to troll anyone. From initial reactions I thought this thread would just die a death and we could all move on.
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William.
saw this thread and I loled deeply knowing the deep deep resevoir of willfully contrary passive aggressive trolling from which it sprung, to which I fell upon my knees and uttered my healing prayer:
He maketh me to lie down in green, organic fair trade pastures unbespoilt by inorganic pesticides: he leadeth me beside the still waters away from some dullard's continual smugness and playing the wounded Henrietta at every opportunity, no matter the topic. He restoreth my soul free from the shrill panty wetting who is essentially conflicted by his own muddled thinking: he leadeth me in the paths away from engaging with that intractable self-righteousness for his own name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the faux moral outrage and the straw man argument, In the ignore button we trust, we shall fear no weavils; thy serenity and thy abundance of infinitely more interesting topics and people they comfort me. Thou preparest a politically neutral table of unpretentious and sincerely prepared bicycle-orientated goodies before me even in the undesirable presence of mine endlessly tiresome and pathetic enemies: thou anointest my head with cold pressed hemp oil; my cup runneth over with non-gluten free beer. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life away from boring, intellectually stunted and hapless needy cunts: and I will dwell in the house of the Lufguss for ever and ever, amen.