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Every user on this site is a AI generated Chat-GPT bot. Nothing they are saying is organic. They are not human. The "dead internet theory" is very real. I am not human either, I am a Chat-GPT machine.

why do you retards keep doxxing yourself? This is gonna bite you in the ass in a few years. It's not too late to delete (what you can) of your face from the internet.

Me: Yo I just stopped a kid from getting kidnapped. My friend: Wait how?!? Me: Self control.

Yes I know that this is a joke but I feel like everyone is on the community part of this website soooo yeah.

GENESIS 44 A Silver Cup in a Sack 1Now Joseph gave these instructions to the steward of his house: “Fill the men’s sacks with as much food as they can carry, and put each man’s silver in the mouth of his sack. 2Then put my cup, the silver one, in the mouth of the youngest one’s sack, along with the silver for his grain.” And he did as Joseph said. 3As morning dawned, the men were sent on their way with their donkeys.… Read more

This is so sad I actually used to be nice but now I'm starting to turn toxic because it is losers on the website

❗️Hey everyone! I just wanna say something, this is very important to know when you read any of my posts or comments! -I can be unintentionally offensive and rude sometimes, but I’m just being honest. I don’t have any filter when I speak, for example: if you wear your favourite clothing and ask me to be honest if I like it or not, I will give you a brutally honest answer.

-So, if you ever find something I say hurtful or offensive, tell me, if you don’t I will have no idea if I have said anything wrong, or what I’ve said wrong.

A man walks into a bar and orders three shots. "Long day?" the bartender asks. "Well... My oldest son just came out..." The man finishes the shots and leaves the bar. The next day, the man comes back and orders four shots. "What now?" the bartender asks. "My middle son just came out." The man finishes his drinks and leaves. He comes back the next day and orders five shots. "Again?" the bartender asks. "Yeah. My youngest son." He drinks his shots and leaves. The next day, he comes in again. This time, he orders ten shots. "My God! Is there anyone in your family that likes girls??" the bartender asks. "Yeah... My wife." (Repost!)