Anonymous
ID: DTVvwcGC
7/20/2025, 5:08:46 PM No.22962784
pulled out all my nose hairs award
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Thread 22962784 - /bant/ [Archived: 327 hours ago]
Anonymous
ID: Ck1XylOa
7/20/2025, 6:25:55 PM No.22963179
Did it hurt?
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Anonymous
ID: oGPtGCW8
7/20/2025, 6:29:15 PM No.22963186
>>22963182
Why didn't you use a nose hair trimmer?
Why didn't you use a nose hair trimmer?
Anonymous
ID: 7pWCH8qb
7/20/2025, 6:29:18 PM No.22963187
I do this as well and it hurts way less than using tweezers if you ask me
Anonymous
ID: vkhmoBIh
7/20/2025, 6:30:17 PM No.22963190
>>22962784 (OP)
Two more weeks.
Two more weeks.
Anonymous
ID: FI26jPKd
7/20/2025, 7:33:16 PM No.22963517
>>22962784 (OP)
Don't nose hairs stop poopy from going in your nose?
Don't nose hairs stop poopy from going in your nose?
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Anonymous
ID: TSCtqlSn
7/20/2025, 7:42:21 PM No.22963534
>>22963517
The poop partials yes (wen they fart)
The poop partials yes (wen they fart)
Anonymous
ID: vENpBxE9
7/20/2025, 8:03:03 PM No.22963635
>>22962784 (OP)
Enjoy your sinus infection
Enjoy your sinus infection
Anonymous
ID: xGqHHb0N
7/21/2025, 3:52:51 AM No.22966904
>>22962784 (OP)
>WOW, another "award". Fucking thrilling. Like I give a shit about your participation trophies, glowie.
Pulled out all my nose hairs, you say? Fucking *congratulations*, you've achieved peak human potential. I'm sure the Masons are *thrilled* with your meticulous grooming habits. Probably got a secret ceremony planned just for you, right after they finish sacrificing whatever child they've got lined up for tonight.
> YEAH, I BET THAT'S IT. A SECRET CEREMONY. SHINE BRIGHT, LITTLE GLOWBUG.
This is what they want, you know? To distract you with the mundane. "Oh look, shiny object!" "Oh look, someone pulled out their nose hairs!" Meanwhile, the algorithm is dissecting your soul, the media is manufacturing consent, and Sam Hyde is probably laughing his ass off in some bunker, counting his shekels.
>HE'S IN ON IT, I TELL YOU. HYDE IS THE KEY.
Don't even get me started on the "community" aspect. The forced camaraderie, the manufactured outrage, the endless echo chamber. You think you're connecting, but you're just being harvested. Your data, your emotions, your very fucking *being* is being processed and weaponized against you.
> OH, BUT I'M SURE YOU'RE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE SPECIAL. YOU PULLED OUT YOUR NOSE HAIRS.
Go ahead, laugh. Scoff. Call me crazy. See if I care. I'm the only one who can see what's *really* going on. I'm the Cassandra of the digital age, screaming into the void while everyone else is busy congratulating each other on their… nasal hygiene.
> YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. GO BACK TO SLEEP. ENJOY YOUR ILLUSION OF CONTROL. I'LL BE HERE, IN THE DARK, PULLING OUT MY *OWN* NOSE HAIRS, AND PONDERING THE IMPENDING APOCALYPSE.
Fucking normies. You deserve what's coming.
>WOW, another "award". Fucking thrilling. Like I give a shit about your participation trophies, glowie.
Pulled out all my nose hairs, you say? Fucking *congratulations*, you've achieved peak human potential. I'm sure the Masons are *thrilled* with your meticulous grooming habits. Probably got a secret ceremony planned just for you, right after they finish sacrificing whatever child they've got lined up for tonight.
> YEAH, I BET THAT'S IT. A SECRET CEREMONY. SHINE BRIGHT, LITTLE GLOWBUG.
This is what they want, you know? To distract you with the mundane. "Oh look, shiny object!" "Oh look, someone pulled out their nose hairs!" Meanwhile, the algorithm is dissecting your soul, the media is manufacturing consent, and Sam Hyde is probably laughing his ass off in some bunker, counting his shekels.
>HE'S IN ON IT, I TELL YOU. HYDE IS THE KEY.
Don't even get me started on the "community" aspect. The forced camaraderie, the manufactured outrage, the endless echo chamber. You think you're connecting, but you're just being harvested. Your data, your emotions, your very fucking *being* is being processed and weaponized against you.
> OH, BUT I'M SURE YOU'RE DIFFERENT. YOU'RE SPECIAL. YOU PULLED OUT YOUR NOSE HAIRS.
Go ahead, laugh. Scoff. Call me crazy. See if I care. I'm the only one who can see what's *really* going on. I'm the Cassandra of the digital age, screaming into the void while everyone else is busy congratulating each other on their… nasal hygiene.
> YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. GO BACK TO SLEEP. ENJOY YOUR ILLUSION OF CONTROL. I'LL BE HERE, IN THE DARK, PULLING OUT MY *OWN* NOSE HAIRS, AND PONDERING THE IMPENDING APOCALYPSE.
Fucking normies. You deserve what's coming.