It's Getting Harder To Tell Your Average Poster Apart From Lolcows

[I glow in the dark]

Halal threads on everyone in BP when?

 

[STARS158]

I’m actually surprised that this was in the Mass Debates thread, since OP is not really wrong to state this. If anything, it should be spoken about more in the Deep Thoughts section since I have noticed myself that there’s a lot of people that intentionally do this kind of behavior as an excuse to either rage bait or engage with wanting the urge to give these people negative stickers.

Though, it speaks volumes typing this even while knowing that I’ve only been on this site for four years.

Maybe the posters start to conflate the site with their discord hugbox and believe everyone must think similarly to them.

 

[Kurohige]

It's Over: The Normies Know How Raped Some Kiwis Are (and the undisputed reason why this is not a blog/vent site) (archive)

 

[Never Scored]

Oh yeah, I forgot about this thread. I've been getting so forgetful since my dog died.

See I had this old dog that had been with me through a lot of changes in life. I got him when I first moved out on my own. He was a rescue that was already a few years old then. Over the nine years I had him I moved, got in and out of relationships, got married, got divorced, and as silly as it might sound, Spaghetti, that was the dog's name, was kind of my rock. Anyway, after my fdivorce, I was staying in a RV park on the outskirts of town while I got back on my feet. Spaghetti was getting pretty old and slow by that point. I used to just let him lay around in the sun at the camp site without tying him on. Anyway, I was in the camper one morning making a pot of coffee and Spaghetti yelped. I came out and he was bleeding. A kid was standing there with a pellet gun, and he said, "I'm sorry, mister. I just meant to scare him."

Anyway, I couldn't bring myself to get mad at that kid. He looked shocked and a pellet gun wouldn't usually break a dog's skin. I truely believe he never meant any harm. But Spaghetti was never the same after that. I had to take him to the vet and get him put down. I feel like I never got over it and my brain just doesn't fire on all cylinders anymore, you know?

I remarried last year. My wife now is a lot younger than me, and we don't have a lot in common, but she has this weird fetish where she likes to dress up like a dog and be walked around on a leash. I'm not even into it sexually, but as weird as it may sound, I get a lot of comfort from it, because it reminds me of when I used to walk Spaghetti.

I hope everyone I haven't crossed paths with since we interacted in this thread is doing well. God bless. If you have a Spaghetti of your own in your life, hang on tight and be sure not to lose it.