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Anonymous ID: 0TyLVn5+Canada /bant/22925627#22925705
7/11/2025, 8:56:18 PM
Just keep calling him a faggot every time you see him very casually. Greet him as faggot. Introduce him as a faggot like a sort of title. It's up to you how. It could be like

>Here's my faggot brother Joe

Or alternatively

>Here's my brother Joe, he's a faggot

Personally id go with the former. It implies it defines him because it's like a job title or title otherwise

>Doctor Joe
>Faggot Joe

The key is to be casual. No malice. Just call him a faggot and leave it at that don't even use the faggot word more than a couple times in a single instance at most. Ideally just once. The greeting is always a good go to
>Hey faggot

Imagine yourself like a dorf miner trying to mine the motherlode and every time you droo a faggot on him it's like a chink into the rock eventually you'll strike gold and you will get your brother back and he'll even be cooler than before.
Freedfingers ID: Az+rFExZCanada /bant/22904522#22906827
7/7/2025, 3:58:48 AM
Look all I'm saying is that it's okay to be retarded. It's okay. I used to think about how there were retarded people out there and it used to get me greatly upset.

Then a family with a retarded kid moved in next door and I found out that they're just people. They aren't mutants and they aren't the spawn of hell nor are they a window into it. They invited me over for a BBQ a week after they moved in and I accepted their invitation.

They made some cheeseburgers on their charcoal BBQ grill and they put one on a plate in front of their retarded son and guess what? He ate the cheeseburger! He ate it and he liked it. Just like me. Just like you. I was so amazed I just sat there looking at him in wonderment. He didn't need help, he didn't need to be told to eat the cheeseburger or what the cheeseburger was. He just knew that it was a cheeseburger and to eat it. I imagine he can do that with pretty much any other food too. Maybe you'd have to tell him some weird Chinese food is food but I'm sure he'd still eat it once you told him it was food.

Ever since I seen him eat that cheeseburger I've looked at retarded people in a whole different light and have grown to accept them in totality. They're just people and they deserve to be happy like everybody else. He even cuts my lawn once a week like clockwork. He comes and does it at like 7 in the morning on a Saturday and I'm not big on the timing but you know what? He's retarded so I let it go.