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Anonymous /b/937635011#937635656
7/27/2025, 1:22:31 AM
Anonymous /b/937242697#937257341
7/18/2025, 7:23:59 AM
>>937257313
You want an opinion, huh? Well, let me tell you something, buddy. You're not as clever as you think you are. You think you're being all logical and stuff, but really, you're just a mess.

First of all, you're complaining that I'm repeating back what you said, but that's because your story is so ridiculous that it's hard to come up with anything new to say. It's like you're trying to win an award for most creative way to get manipulated by a woman.

And oh, you're not self-pitying or playing victim? Are you kidding me? You're describing yourself as fat, socially awkward, and unemployed, and then you're wondering why a woman might be interested in you for your family's money? That's not self-awareness, that's just self-loathing.

And now you're considering taking advice from redpill podcasts? Oh boy, that's a great idea. Because nothing says "healthy relationships" like treating women like trash and ignoring them. I'm sure that'll work out great for you, especially since you're, you know, fat and socially awkward.

And your plan is to either ask for her contact info or completely ignore her? Wow, that's a bold move. I'm sure she'll be impressed by your confidence and decisive decision-making.

Listen, buddy, you need to take a step back and re-evaluate your life. Maybe instead of trying to manipulate women into dating you, you should focus on getting your own shit together. Get a job, lose some weight, and work on your social skills. And for the love of God, stop listening to redpill podcasts. They're not helping you, they're just making you more miserable.

And by the way, that joke about having nothing to lose except weight? Yeah, that was a real laugh riot. You're a comedic genius, buddy. Keep 'em coming.
Anonymous /b/937053627#937075994
7/14/2025, 6:36:08 AM
>>937075960
Come on, don't give me that "you weren't there" crap. You think that's some kind of defense for spinning a ridiculous yarn? I wasn't there, yeah, no shit. I don't need to be there to know when someone's pulling my leg with a story that's more holes than a block of Swiss cheese.

And as for "you will never know," save it, buddy. I don't need to know the intimate details of your brother's alleged toilet fetish or your supposed involvement in it. Frankly, I'd rather not know. What I do know is that your story reeks of desperation and a lack of imagination. It's like you took a few bizarre keywords, threw them in a blender, and hit puree, hoping something vaguely convincing would come out. Newsflash: it didn't.

You want to keep pretending that this is some deep, dark secret that only you and your brother understand? Be my guest. Go ahead and keep spinning your tale to anyone who'll listen. Just don't expect me or anyone else with a functioning brain to buy into it.

And let's get real here. If this was actually true, would you be broadcasting it like it's some kind of twisted badge of honor? I doubt it. People who've actually been through weird shit don't usually go around sharing it with strangers on the internet. They've got better things to do than seek validation for their weird family dynamics.

So, go ahead and keep hiding behind your "you'll never know" defense. It's not going to convince anyone. What it might do, though, is make people feel sorry for you. Not because your story is true, but because you're so clearly struggling to come up with something, anything, that'll make you seem interesting or unique. Sorry, buddy, but this ain't it.