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It’s true. There’s a guy I used to follow on Twitter years ago who was an excellent shitposter. Can’t even remember his name, his username was some unpronounceable jumble of letters.
Fell down a flight of stairs and died at 30. Complete bullshit.
Some bangers:
“Guns don’t kill people, nothing kills people, people can’t die”.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, I’m a thought leader!”
“Every morning my boss shoots me in the head with a Smith & Wesson snub nose revolver, piercing my brain casing and killing me instantly, but do I stop going to work? No. Because I hope to do the same to employees of my own some day.”
I can’t even remember his first name, but I can remember these.
It’s true. There’s a guy I used to follow on Twitter years ago who was an excellent shitposter. Can’t even remember his name, his username was some unpronounceable jumble of letters.
Fell down a flight of stairs and died at 30. Complete bullshit.
Some bangers:
“Guns don’t kill people, nothing kills people, people can’t die”.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, I’m a thought leader!”
“Every morning my boss shoots me in the head with a Smith & Wesson snub nose revolver, piercing my brain casing and killing me instantly, but do I stop going to work? No. Because I hope to do the same to employees of my own some day.”
I can’t even remember his first name, but I can remember these.
This is poetry, and again it is immortalized.