so i think its time to talk about the imminent ticking time bomb of soon to be unrelated twitter drama infiltration that is friend groups of any sort but most especially the online kind, or any that involve someone terminally ill. i mean terminally online. actually those are definitely synonyms. like for example look at me im wicked sick. someone should really call an ambulance and take me to the infermary pronto otherwise i might break out in rap hives with a touch of musical rabies. its a double strain or what the fuck ever and a superbug in the lame systems. the bastion of coolness in this chud baka world. its already gotten to everyone in my nearest vicinity that isnt an absolute dweeb (those have resistance) and made them really want to rap and draw me and do ironic things. i guess this illness is on the side of my beautiful religion, named ironism. of course that probably exists but im going to trademark it first so fuck you. ironism™. by the way you can make the trademark sign by pressing alt then 0 1 5 3 on the numpad. i have that memorized for ironic purposes
groups really like always suck. unless the whole team locks the fuck in everyones scurrying around without saying a single word. and by scurrying around i mean being on their phones while doing jack shit, because everythings going to be left to be done last minute anyways. i mean like its so fucking plainly obvious nobody tends to collaborate and i got picked last for whatever reason (probably too awesome for everyone) when i was in school despite being the best at everything (especially presentations). like HOLY crepe you havent seen anyone present as presently as me
plus its damn hard to get in on things when you arent already a groupie. its kind of like trying to get in on the "in joke" while all the jokes you have reserved for yourself are "out" jokes. at that point why not just head on out with a burlap sack or some picnic cloth tied to a stick containing only the most bare of belongings. then you can go on an epick journey to the west to find your inner self after encountering some kind of monastery wherein you shave your head bald and become all the worlds virtues
of course, im quite the friend group infiltrator. im fact im the friend group starter. im obviously not the glue im just the heat that excites the people and makes reactions happen more often. of course things can get TOO hot to handle but theyre usually not too hot to handle for me because im too cool and that balances things out severely
its like with all the cold laden wastes ive been in right. i show up and people love me and then we all fuck off to nayway in order to do our own nefarious little schemes. this is actually how every insular community works they always split off into someplace where you can have like triple the niche homoerotic friendships without even people those peoples friends. its just because the bond made from the insularism is something beyond friendship. i wouldnt say friendship squared though
and its also like an echo chamber right. but not really, since you learn all the dogshit opinions of your peers. and probably still love them for those after a discussion more heated than it shouldve been. but thats ok because everyone forgets about it in two days and everyones buddy buddy again and already back to shipping you with a guy because every dynamic you have is extremely intense. such is the effect of being drumrolls please a hope player. yes thats right im a knight of dope suckers. that means im awesome and my awesomeness benefits me or something. like i wield memes and crap. yeah i do that. and its why i always bet one thousand trillion dollards that everyone i know is attracted to me is in fact attracted to me. these people havent even seen my greek demigodesque face yet and theyre already heels over head for me. again not head over heels because thats the default state DUMPASS. christ on a hike on the nollywood sign to get to the other side. anyways you should watch sbahj the moive
go into the link. be the irony
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAg2HGPrjWs
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