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Well I ain't one for fightin' fire with fire or causing no ruckus, but if these carbetbaggers just won't let up you as a man has an obligation to protect you and yours. I'm talking about your constitutionally guaranteed rights: that's right, breaking out the edgy memes folder. |
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Oh you like these boots? You can print your own using any old 3D printer. I'll tap you the schematic. |
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Nov 14, 2021 20:21
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Meet the locals pardner. That right there is doc. We call him 'doc' cause he got that MD from that fancy school up north and a Pee-ehch-Dee in cyberpsychoengineering. Also because he wears glasses. That's really the main reason to be honest. |
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Nov 14, 2021 20:25
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I'll never forget the Novo Alamo. I couldn't! My implant replays the Extra History podcast every night while I sleep. e: That's what we do these days in Nei-Texakyo. We just add a word meanin' new in some form or other before another word that already got meanin'. ee: /white noise scattergun posting, its at least, for now... |
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Rain pours down as the shadow-cloaked figure shuffles purposefully across the neon-lit street. He pauses beneath the awning of a food cart. The proprietor hesitates nervously. "What do you need?" "Prime rib dinner", the mysterious man speaks quietly without emotion. "You want the regular or thick-cut?" "No. The 60-ounce Challenge. I know you have it." "You need 3 sides with that!", the cook angrily snaps. The man reaches over counter and grabs the cook by the collar, pulling him closer until they are face-to-face. "Tonight, I'm going to finish this." |
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