Topic: What in the hell happened here?
+Anonymous A — 2.2 years ago #64,167
can someone *not Squeegee summarize, please? i'm not reading 336 new messages. They look like pages in a book.
I've been gone for 3 days, and this is a years worth of shitposts. Why is squeegee Mexican? Why is this happening
here? Is this going to be a long and incredibly stupid story? Is it worth reading all of these, or can i skim
and still find the finny parts? Fuck you squeegee. I had shows to watch tonight. asshole.
I've been gone for 3 days, and this is a years worth of shitposts. Why is squeegee Mexican? Why is this happening
here? Is this going to be a long and incredibly stupid story? Is it worth reading all of these, or can i skim
and still find the finny parts? Fuck you squeegee. I had shows to watch tonight. asshole.
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.2 years ago, 18 minutes later[T] [B] #644,945
minichan is about as helpful as usual. Point out the obvious (pronounced as one word) and mad butthurt over drugs.
+Squ Egevara — 2.2 years ago, 1 minute later, 19 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #644,946
what? I'm getting ready for a raid. you said not me,(Edited 43 seconds later.)
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.2 years ago, 16 minutes later, 36 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #644,947
+Anonymous C — 2.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 38 minutes after the original post[T] [B] #644,948
Tl;Dr just another autist's autism flaring. Could you expect more from a website as such?
·Squ Egevara — 2.2 years ago, 37 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #644,949
@644,947 (A)
...do you know the story, Peter and the wolf?
@previous (C)
do you come here to do that specifically, or does your creativity die when you see words AND images? did you think you were going to have something to say when you sat down or was your thought, let's see what tinychan is up to -so i can dismiss it and fuck off to do all the nothing else i've got going on.
another autism's autistic handflapping-flap-flap-flap-flap-flap and then, like, do you just do that the rest of the night? or... you don't think
oh, you think you're being clever. You think other people think you're being clever. That was your actual best effort and only reason to be here. you do that in a LOT of threads?
stupid, dumb, dumb, stupid, lame, stupid, moronic, lame, oh here's a good thread: flap-flap-flap-falp-falp-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap...
you think you're cool, huh. above it. you don't even want to be here, huh?
to answer your question, could I expect more from a website such as this, which is what, 100% user generated content, so you're asking could i have expected more from you?
bro, YOU didn't even expect more from you, lol. you fucking dumb ass, lol. "i'm going to sit here and do fucking nothing. well, i guess i couldn't have expected more." exactly dude. your post is the EQUIVALENT to not making eye contact and mumbling to yourself about shit no one cares about, lol.
you think you're complaining but you just called yourself a retard and flapped away.
...do you know the story, Peter and the wolf?
@previous (C)
do you come here to do that specifically, or does your creativity die when you see words AND images? did you think you were going to have something to say when you sat down or was your thought, let's see what tinychan is up to -so i can dismiss it and fuck off to do all the nothing else i've got going on.
another autism's autistic handflapping-flap-flap-flap-flap-flap and then, like, do you just do that the rest of the night? or... you don't think
oh, you think you're being clever. You think other people think you're being clever. That was your actual best effort and only reason to be here. you do that in a LOT of threads?
stupid, dumb, dumb, stupid, lame, stupid, moronic, lame, oh here's a good thread: flap-flap-flap-falp-falp-fap-fap-fap-fap-fap...
you think you're cool, huh. above it. you don't even want to be here, huh?
to answer your question, could I expect more from a website such as this, which is what, 100% user generated content, so you're asking could i have expected more from you?
bro, YOU didn't even expect more from you, lol. you fucking dumb ass, lol. "i'm going to sit here and do fucking nothing. well, i guess i couldn't have expected more." exactly dude. your post is the EQUIVALENT to not making eye contact and mumbling to yourself about shit no one cares about, lol.
you think you're complaining but you just called yourself a retard and flapped away.
(Edited 1 minute later.)
+Anonymous D — 2.2 years ago, 4 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[T] [B] #644,950
Non stop flapping.
·Anonymous C — 2.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 2 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,955
·Squ Egevara — 2.2 years ago, 13 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,957
Petra and the Ingurgitate Fowl
---
Petra, a young girl of the proletariat lived at her grandmother's house, located in a tranquil forest clearing. One day, Petra steps out into the clearing, neglecting to close the garden gate. Spotting the chance, a duck from the yard ventures into a pond close by. The duck and a bird find themselves quarreling about whether a genuine bird should swim or fly. Watching this unfold is a sly cat.
Suddenly, a man with a twisted sense of amusement emerges from the woods. "Why are you bickering? Clearly, flying is superior, little bird," he taunts, goading them further. "And as for you, duck, you're nothing but a floating feathered mess."
"Look at the scaredy-cat up there! Afraid of a little bird? Pathetic!" he continued, trying to pit the animals against each other.
The bird, ruffled and hurt, retorted, "Why are you doing this?"
"It's all because of Petra," the man responded, trying to shift blame. "He's probably out here doing drugs, leading you all astray!"
Petra, hearing the commotion and the man's false accusations and misgendering, felt a surge of emotions. "Why are you saying such things? Don't you have anyone to love you?" Tears streamed down her face.
The duck, feeling protective, quacked loudly in the man's direction, distracting him for a moment.
Seizing the moment, Petra signaled the bird to fly around the man's head, causing more distraction. In the confusion, the duck swam safely to the middle of the pond, and the cat retreated further up the tree.
The man, realizing his manipulation wasn't working, tried to slink away. But Petra's cries drew the attention of local women from the village. They rushed over, having been wary of the man's reputation. "Oh, fuck no- " said the large woman, as she plucked a roll of quarters from her pocket and clenched it tight in her fist. she pounded her fist against her palm hard, with the sickening wet sound of a steak being plopped flat against granite, she said, "Didn't i fucking tell you about coming to Texas, i don't want to be unfair," she said as she turned to her slimmer, ropier and tatted up friend Wren, "did i tell this man about what happens in Texas, or did i fuc-KING make that UP?" she continued to pound her fist as a few quarters squeeze from the ends with each crushing slap, Crashlap-ching, ching ding a ling. Crashlap-ching, ching.
The man looked across at them, just, fucking frozen, like eyes bugging out, in the middle of a step, clearly he was about to do something, "Yeah, Nah, I think you did told him. I KNOW you did, as a matter of fact."
"yeah?
"Yeah, well, i was right fucking there with you wasn't i."
"That's true, you ARE." she scoffed, "now, what DID i say?"
"It -It was Huffing"
"Huffing poppers?" they said together. "yeah"
"And then beat him to death"
"that's right -to death." she pounded her hand so hard you could hear the sound of fracturing bone.
"Fist full of quarters?"
"Fist full of DIMES when we get through with him." they inched closer.
Petra turned away as the woke women cracked open a small bottle and inhale deeply, "Oh.... Let's go, honey child" Petra looked away just when she heard the first crunching pop, Crashlap-ching, ching a-ling a-ding, "Oh, where you think you going Mr.Rizz, Crashlap-ching, ching a ling a ding, "Oh fuck," SNIIIIIIIFFFF, "Where'd your teeff go," they were in the lake 30 feet away. "UPPERCUT" CRASHlap, "OOOooo"
"LEG STOMP," CRack.. "Yeah, there's some crack, how about the other one..." the women's voices faded behing her as petra walked away.
"oh my goodness," said the duck in a quacking voice. "do you think he'll be okay?"
they walked in silence for a moment and the duck said again, "Petra, do think that ma-"
Petra said, "No, no, no no nono, that dude is responsible for so much shit," she said.
"like what do you mean, i've never once seen him before." said the bird.
"Well, that's just it, all this bullshit keeps happening, and EVERYONE talks about it it, especially when it's happening, and people will try and even help sometimes, but there's only so much you can do. and that man, it's his responsibility to ensure SOME level of DIGNiTY for people,"
"dignity?" the bird said
"What's that said the duck?"
"See, you don't even KNOW about dignity. it's not about being mad, or angry, or being ridiculed, cause everyone tolerates some amount of that. DIGNITY is what other people LEAVE you, they take, take, take, all the time, and everyone loses a few little teeth over it, you know, but, not leaving someone with their DIGNITY. you just RUIN them."
"Ruin?"
"you let people do that, take away the dignity of others and you don't even have the self respect to TALK to that person, or even TRY to give them ANY kind of HUMAN kindness? you just, walk away and call them... garbage that's trash?"
"that's not... normal?"
"that's normal here!"
"I know little birds. it is normal here."
"SO we walk away too!"
"No, little tweeters, we gave him his dignity. We didn't watch, we didn't peek back, we just, took a step back and at least let him not be made a spectacle for our amusement, there was enough joy in the woods today for something so disgusting.
"what will happen to him?"
Petra reflected for a moment, "I honestly couldn't give a fuck, I gave him his dignity, that doesn't mean i give a fuck about him, that means i give a fuck about myself. It's called self-respect, little ones. not even pride, just self-fucking respect. Do i even respect mySELF?"
"How could i if all i had was the dignity of others. because you can't even keep it for yourself, you just take it away. and waste it. you throw it away. it makes you not care. until that's all you're left with. the excitement you get from caring to feel anything at all except discontentment."
"Oh, and that's why violence and hurting and destroying are fun!"
"I don't know, duck, i don't understand it. but, i just know that -i will. one day. sooner than i'll want to imagine, but, i will if i can't manage to just be... decent enough to leave people their dignity."
Suddenly the man fled from the woods, his body and face a bloody lopsided pulp, body bent and broken, stripped of his clothes, and sticks and twigs and mud and filth packed into his wounds from the continuous unrelenting beatdown, "Auugh" petra and the birds yelled.
"Sniiiiff, aaaauuuuhhh, where are you Mr. Patriarchy? I want to hear you say stop with your head under water!"
"hellooo, where'd you go? i'm still 3 dollars short on change, i need to make a deposit."
Despite the man's attempts to escape, the women he collapsed in from of petra. "holy shit," said the bird and the duck started to cry. "Petra, do something, we have to help." with newfound resolve she confronted him, "I'm sorry this happened to you, the world is not a very pretty place. not when we can't be beautiful. not when we're forced to be... she looked at him struggling to breath through a hole in his broken neck. the sound from his wind pipe, rattled with loose change. ching-a-ching-a-ching-a...wheeze... ching-a-ching-a. Petra stood, and dropped a very large and heavy stone that fell and smacked into the ground embedding itself deep in the mud with a red tinged splash. and the man's body relaxed ad fell still, and it was peaceful.
"petra.." started the bird.
"It's called mercy." she said and stepped over the man and began walking away.
"You either leave them their dignity, as there are many opportunities for that to be respected, and if you don't, you give them mercy, and end it. and you get one shot at that. when their dignity is gone, and you refuse to give them mercy, that's when it's your turn. it's just a matter of time."
so you'd better have those thing for yourself first. or it'll come as a surprise, and you'll get fucked up, until you are gone. have some fucking dignity. maybe show yourself the mercy you'd deny others."
"jesus fuck," said the bird, and the duck exclaimed, "that's awful," but they both knew it was true, and they entered town and blended into the crowd, recognizing the importance of unity against divisive forces.
-
the cat strolled along a few hundred feet behind, "idk what the big deal is, i play with my food all of the time. at least i consume mine. that was fucking wasteful...."
---
Petra, a young girl of the proletariat lived at her grandmother's house, located in a tranquil forest clearing. One day, Petra steps out into the clearing, neglecting to close the garden gate. Spotting the chance, a duck from the yard ventures into a pond close by. The duck and a bird find themselves quarreling about whether a genuine bird should swim or fly. Watching this unfold is a sly cat.
Suddenly, a man with a twisted sense of amusement emerges from the woods. "Why are you bickering? Clearly, flying is superior, little bird," he taunts, goading them further. "And as for you, duck, you're nothing but a floating feathered mess."
"Look at the scaredy-cat up there! Afraid of a little bird? Pathetic!" he continued, trying to pit the animals against each other.
The bird, ruffled and hurt, retorted, "Why are you doing this?"
"It's all because of Petra," the man responded, trying to shift blame. "He's probably out here doing drugs, leading you all astray!"
Petra, hearing the commotion and the man's false accusations and misgendering, felt a surge of emotions. "Why are you saying such things? Don't you have anyone to love you?" Tears streamed down her face.
The duck, feeling protective, quacked loudly in the man's direction, distracting him for a moment.
Seizing the moment, Petra signaled the bird to fly around the man's head, causing more distraction. In the confusion, the duck swam safely to the middle of the pond, and the cat retreated further up the tree.
The man, realizing his manipulation wasn't working, tried to slink away. But Petra's cries drew the attention of local women from the village. They rushed over, having been wary of the man's reputation. "Oh, fuck no- " said the large woman, as she plucked a roll of quarters from her pocket and clenched it tight in her fist. she pounded her fist against her palm hard, with the sickening wet sound of a steak being plopped flat against granite, she said, "Didn't i fucking tell you about coming to Texas, i don't want to be unfair," she said as she turned to her slimmer, ropier and tatted up friend Wren, "did i tell this man about what happens in Texas, or did i fuc-KING make that UP?" she continued to pound her fist as a few quarters squeeze from the ends with each crushing slap, Crashlap-ching, ching ding a ling. Crashlap-ching, ching.
The man looked across at them, just, fucking frozen, like eyes bugging out, in the middle of a step, clearly he was about to do something, "Yeah, Nah, I think you did told him. I KNOW you did, as a matter of fact."
"yeah?
"Yeah, well, i was right fucking there with you wasn't i."
"That's true, you ARE." she scoffed, "now, what DID i say?"
"It -It was Huffing"
"Huffing poppers?" they said together. "yeah"
"And then beat him to death"
"that's right -to death." she pounded her hand so hard you could hear the sound of fracturing bone.
"Fist full of quarters?"
"Fist full of DIMES when we get through with him." they inched closer.
Petra turned away as the woke women cracked open a small bottle and inhale deeply, "Oh.... Let's go, honey child" Petra looked away just when she heard the first crunching pop, Crashlap-ching, ching a-ling a-ding, "Oh, where you think you going Mr.Rizz, Crashlap-ching, ching a ling a ding, "Oh fuck," SNIIIIIIIFFFF, "Where'd your teeff go," they were in the lake 30 feet away. "UPPERCUT" CRASHlap, "OOOooo"
"LEG STOMP," CRack.. "Yeah, there's some crack, how about the other one..." the women's voices faded behing her as petra walked away.
"oh my goodness," said the duck in a quacking voice. "do you think he'll be okay?"
they walked in silence for a moment and the duck said again, "Petra, do think that ma-"
Petra said, "No, no, no no nono, that dude is responsible for so much shit," she said.
"like what do you mean, i've never once seen him before." said the bird.
"Well, that's just it, all this bullshit keeps happening, and EVERYONE talks about it it, especially when it's happening, and people will try and even help sometimes, but there's only so much you can do. and that man, it's his responsibility to ensure SOME level of DIGNiTY for people,"
"dignity?" the bird said
"What's that said the duck?"
"See, you don't even KNOW about dignity. it's not about being mad, or angry, or being ridiculed, cause everyone tolerates some amount of that. DIGNITY is what other people LEAVE you, they take, take, take, all the time, and everyone loses a few little teeth over it, you know, but, not leaving someone with their DIGNITY. you just RUIN them."
"Ruin?"
"you let people do that, take away the dignity of others and you don't even have the self respect to TALK to that person, or even TRY to give them ANY kind of HUMAN kindness? you just, walk away and call them... garbage that's trash?"
"that's not... normal?"
"that's normal here!"
"I know little birds. it is normal here."
"SO we walk away too!"
"No, little tweeters, we gave him his dignity. We didn't watch, we didn't peek back, we just, took a step back and at least let him not be made a spectacle for our amusement, there was enough joy in the woods today for something so disgusting.
"what will happen to him?"
Petra reflected for a moment, "I honestly couldn't give a fuck, I gave him his dignity, that doesn't mean i give a fuck about him, that means i give a fuck about myself. It's called self-respect, little ones. not even pride, just self-fucking respect. Do i even respect mySELF?"
"How could i if all i had was the dignity of others. because you can't even keep it for yourself, you just take it away. and waste it. you throw it away. it makes you not care. until that's all you're left with. the excitement you get from caring to feel anything at all except discontentment."
"Oh, and that's why violence and hurting and destroying are fun!"
"I don't know, duck, i don't understand it. but, i just know that -i will. one day. sooner than i'll want to imagine, but, i will if i can't manage to just be... decent enough to leave people their dignity."
Suddenly the man fled from the woods, his body and face a bloody lopsided pulp, body bent and broken, stripped of his clothes, and sticks and twigs and mud and filth packed into his wounds from the continuous unrelenting beatdown, "Auugh" petra and the birds yelled.
"Sniiiiff, aaaauuuuhhh, where are you Mr. Patriarchy? I want to hear you say stop with your head under water!"
"hellooo, where'd you go? i'm still 3 dollars short on change, i need to make a deposit."
Despite the man's attempts to escape, the women he collapsed in from of petra. "holy shit," said the bird and the duck started to cry. "Petra, do something, we have to help." with newfound resolve she confronted him, "I'm sorry this happened to you, the world is not a very pretty place. not when we can't be beautiful. not when we're forced to be... she looked at him struggling to breath through a hole in his broken neck. the sound from his wind pipe, rattled with loose change. ching-a-ching-a-ching-a...wheeze... ching-a-ching-a. Petra stood, and dropped a very large and heavy stone that fell and smacked into the ground embedding itself deep in the mud with a red tinged splash. and the man's body relaxed ad fell still, and it was peaceful.
"petra.." started the bird.
"It's called mercy." she said and stepped over the man and began walking away.
"You either leave them their dignity, as there are many opportunities for that to be respected, and if you don't, you give them mercy, and end it. and you get one shot at that. when their dignity is gone, and you refuse to give them mercy, that's when it's your turn. it's just a matter of time."
so you'd better have those thing for yourself first. or it'll come as a surprise, and you'll get fucked up, until you are gone. have some fucking dignity. maybe show yourself the mercy you'd deny others."
"jesus fuck," said the bird, and the duck exclaimed, "that's awful," but they both knew it was true, and they entered town and blended into the crowd, recognizing the importance of unity against divisive forces.
the cat strolled along a few hundred feet behind, "idk what the big deal is, i play with my food all of the time. at least i consume mine. that was fucking wasteful...."
(Edited 4 minutes later.)
+Anonymous E — 2.2 years ago, 7 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,958
The summary of this thread is:
1. Toby, also known as Tobytteh, is a GitHub user who has starred various repositories related to cybersecurity and digital tools.
2. Some of the repositories Toby has starred include CyberChef, a tool for analyzing and manipulating data, and Erisblaster, a repository that uses satire and sarcasm to critique certain ideologies.
3. Toby has also shown interest in repositories related to steganography, keylogging, browser profile rotation, and encryption, which could be used for a variety of purposes, both ethical and malicious.
Written by Chatsonic
1. Toby, also known as Tobytteh, is a GitHub user who has starred various repositories related to cybersecurity and digital tools.
2. Some of the repositories Toby has starred include CyberChef, a tool for analyzing and manipulating data, and Erisblaster, a repository that uses satire and sarcasm to critique certain ideologies.
3. Toby has also shown interest in repositories related to steganography, keylogging, browser profile rotation, and encryption, which could be used for a variety of purposes, both ethical and malicious.
Written by Chatsonic
·Squ Egevara — 2.2 years ago, 1 minute later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,959
@644,947 (A)
☝️👁️_👃👁️👂 i made it as short as i could, i cut out all the actual events, and kept the spirit of it. but, there you go
that's exactly what happened and is happening and will happen. hope that helps.(Edited 8 seconds later.)
·Anonymous A (OP) — 2.2 years ago, 18 minutes later, 3 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,961
·Anonymous D — 2.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 5 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,968
·Squ Egevara — 2.2 years ago, 2 hours later, 7 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,974
·Anonymous D — 2.2 years ago, 9 hours later, 16 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,984
·Anonymous D — 2.2 years ago, 3 minutes later, 16 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,985
+Anonymous F — 2.2 years ago, 33 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,986
@OP
> Why is squeegee Mexican?
The blame goes to Spain and Spanish making more babies than the Native Indians.
It's Taco Tuesdays which is a good day for anyone to play Mexican.
> Why is squeegee Mexican?
The blame goes to Spain and Spanish making more babies than the Native Indians.
It's Taco Tuesdays which is a good day for anyone to play Mexican.
+Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 23 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,989
@previous (F)
Tacos are for any day, you don't need to segregate them to one day, creepy old white man.
Tacos are for any day, you don't need to segregate them to one day, creepy old white man.
+Anonymous H — 2.2 years ago, 6 minutes later, 17 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,990
@previous (G)You must live is some bum Fuck small town with only Taco Bell Fake Tacos.
Most places where I live Make a Big deal on Tuesdays and $$ Drop.
·Anonymous D — 2.2 years ago, 1 hour later, 18 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,991
+Anonymous I — 2.2 years ago, 13 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,992
·Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 18 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,993
@644,990 (H)
I live in a suburb outside a Southwestern city. Fuck off. Tacos are for every day. Your shitty white genes only allow you to eat tacos once a week?
I live in a suburb outside a Southwestern city. Fuck off. Tacos are for every day. Your shitty white genes only allow you to eat tacos once a week?
·Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 1 minute later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,994
·Anonymous I — 2.2 years ago, 11 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,996
@644,993 (G)> I live in a suburb outside a Southwestern city. Fuck off. Tacos are for every day. Your shitty white genes only allow you to eat tacos once a week?
(Edited 29 seconds later.)
·Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 5 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,997
·Anonymous I — 2.2 years ago, 2 seconds later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,998
@644,994 (G)> You can also get tacos for around $2 if you go to street vendors.
Taco Tuesday in Carlsbad and Vista 69 Cents which includes Grilled Jalepenos Yellow and Green - Very VERY High Quality Meats and samples of Grilled Tri Tip as you enter and samples of Ceviche.
Alas so many other great choices so one rotates based on best Salsas and other treats.
·Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 1 minute later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #644,999
·Anonymous — 2.2 years ago, 2 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #645,000
·Anonymous G — 2.2 years ago, 7 minutes later, 19 hours after the original post[T] [B] #645,003
·Anonymous — 2.2 years ago, 6 minutes later, 20 hours after the original post[T] [B] #645,008
+Anonymous J — 2.2 years ago, 8 hours later, 1 day after the original post[T] [B] #645,068
·Anonymous Z-80 — 2.2 years ago, 14 hours later, 1 day after the original post[T] [B] #645,101
@previous (J)
> > only Taco Bell Fake Tacos.
> That's not what Matt, the culinary expert said...
I do remember that thread. Turns out Matt had no clue about how to make a simple bone broth. Just boiling Bones was beyond Matts expertise.
> > only Taco Bell Fake Tacos.
> That's not what Matt, the culinary expert said...
I do remember that thread. Turns out Matt had no clue about how to make a simple bone broth. Just boiling Bones was beyond Matts expertise.
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