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By . on 2017-11-16 10:39:33
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I Brosé All Day in order to make gains with my Brocabulary.
Write a book with all them words, like Bilbro Baggins.
It needs a title though. I’ve been working on some ideas:
“Brohemian Rhapsody”
“Book of Bromosapien”
“Bropocalypse Now”
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:36:37
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TL;DR Hallelujah, and holy ***. Pass the Tylenol.
Ibu-Brofen.
Nah, it's acetamibrophen.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:34:18
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TL;DR Hallelujah, and holy ***. Pass the Tylenol.
Ibu-Brofen.
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By Siren. Mosin on 2017-11-16 10:33:24
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O sweet math you comforting little ***.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:33:22
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I Brosé All Day in order to make gains with my Brocabulary.
Write a book with all them words, like Bilbro Baggins.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:23:47
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I Brosé All Day in order to make gains with my Brocabulary.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:17:29
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Don’t Tell Me How To Spell, Bro Chi Minh!
You're angry. You're probably just hungry.
Re-up your carbrohydrates with some Spaghetti-BrO's.
Thanks Broseidon! You’re like Brostradamus foreseeing my raging hunger! Like David you bested the Broliath.
Hey. There's no need to engage in hyperverbrosity.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:13:34
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Don’t Tell Me How To Spell, Bro Chi Minh!
You're angry. You're probably just hungry.
Re-up your carbrohydrates with some Spaghetti-BrO's.
Thanks Broseidon! You’re like Brostradamus foreseeing my raging hunger! Like David you bested the Broliath.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:12:45
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TL;DR Hallelujah, and holy ***. Pass the Tylenol.
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By Shiva. Nikolce on 2017-11-16 10:10:55
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This might be the opium talking, but the longer I survive the more I'm convinced that there IS a god and she hates me.
that sounds more like booze doing the talking...
/motions PARKER to refill Mosin's pipe
tldr version- <daisy wheel printer noises>
I crunched the numbers... and it's mathematically impossible an all powerful deity is bored enough to *** with you today buddy...
JUST TRY NOT TO BREAK ANYTHING ON PURPOSE
Consider this...there are over seven and half billion other *** clamoring around on this stupid rock floating in space... so the odds straight off are 7.6 billion to one that at any single moment you'll be singled out for any consideration at all... and earth is merely one of sixty billion or so other stupid rocks out there that can support life and if they are anything like this one that's a potential total *** count of somewhere in the neighborhood of 228,000,000,000,000,000,000...
I'm not 100% on this figure...because it broke my calculator.
<insert smoldering hiss and pop sound>
and then we factor in all of time which is somewhere close to 13.82 billion years.... and so the odds that some omnipotent all powerful creator of the universe is going to pick today of all days to drop by here and take a big steaming ***on us while we're sitting here around the conference table is pretty small...
but I still carry an umbrella with me wherever I go.... /shrug
Spit in the eye of the maker
so I'm also going to hold off on following that advice on the off chance that isn't their preferred method of being greeted...
even though it's mathematically impossible that anything cares.
the good/bad news is we probably aren't one channel among sixty billion other channels of really bad reality tv shows with our whole universe trapped in a snowglobe on some shelf waiting for god to get bored watching us for something interesting to happen and then give up and give it good shake....and if we are there isn't very much we can do about it.
on the one hand this realization may make you feel unimportant in the grand scheme of things and stuff but on the other hand I chose to find it refreshing and liberating. Nobody notices I'm here but nobody really *** with me much either.
Our actions matter greatly to the handful of people that rely on us and pretty much not at all to everybody else. Which suits me just fine I wouldn't know how to handle that kind of responsibility anyways and I would probably *** it all up.
I figure, in our respective offices, as in our lives in general, as long as we don't try to break anything on purpose... nobody will notice we're goofballs and we can just watch cartoons and play videogames and giggle our way into the deep sleep of history while the vast majority of dumbfounded dipshits leave us the hell alone.
amen
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:06:10
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Don’t Tell Me How To Spell, Bro Chi Minh!
You're angry. You're probably just hungry.
Re-up your carbrohydrates with some Spaghetti-BrO's.
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:03:34
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Don’t Tell Me How To Spell, Bro Chi Minh!
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By . on 2017-11-16 10:00:32
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DONT TELL MEH WHUT TAHDOO, BROFESSOR X!
Learn to spell. You didn't give up that eye for nothing, Brodin.
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:57:16
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DONT TELL MEH WHUT TAHDOO, BROFESSOR X!
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:53:07
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You don't have any children, you don't have to feed them brah.
Don’t tell him what to do, broosevelt!
He gave me the option. Get off his back, Broseph Stalin.
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:52:41
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You don't have any children, you don't have to feed them brah.
Oh, ah.
He did not specify. I didn't want to be on the hook for someone else's demon spawn.
Though still. I guess I get my niece and nephews sugared up pretty good at Christmastime so...eh.
Maybe he has a point after all.
***.
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:49:43
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You don't have any children, you don't have to feed them brah.
Don’t tell him what to do, broosevelt!
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By Siren. Mosin on 2017-11-16 09:34:47
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You don't have any children, you don't have to feed them brah.
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:30:02
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What does it further in ones life, to know what happens in death? Spit in the eye of the maker and live to the fullest my friend. Life is for living. Whether you're cursed or damned, you still gotta feed the children.
DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.
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By . on 2017-11-16 09:29:20
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Lights the bonfire of the thursdays with toilet paper and kerosene.

All right, but once the nasty vapors have burned off light a taper for the opium pipe.
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By Siren. Mosin on 2017-11-16 09:20:16
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Lights the bonfire of the thursdays with toilet paper and kerosene.

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By . on 2017-11-15 18:35:10
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I live in spite of life sometimes it seems. yeesh. Or it’s because the goddess hates you and the longer you live the longer you are not in her presence?
But still... live it up!!
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By Siren. Mosin on 2017-11-15 15:51:55
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I live in spite of life sometimes it seems. yeesh.
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By Ragnarok. Hevans on 2017-11-15 15:19:46
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What does it further in ones life, to know what happens in death? Spit in the eye of the maker and live to the fullest my friend. Life is for living. Whether you're cursed or damned, you still gotta feed the children.
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By Siren. Mosin on 2017-11-15 15:13:15
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This might be the opium talking, but the longer I survive the more I'm convinced that there IS a god and she hates me.
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By Shiva. Nikolce on 2017-11-15 14:54:53
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By Shiva. Nikolce on 2017-11-15 11:48:43
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/ancient monk voice
sometimes, brothers, the path to enlightenment is a difficult one indeed. perhaps in times such as this, the one called girlboy should seek solace....
in the arms of his skoal chewing deer check gas station *** granny
wakka wakka
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By . on 2017-11-15 11:18:20
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Girlboy be like:
We be like:

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By . on 2017-11-15 11:15:43
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We be like:
Girlboy be like:
We be like:
Girlboy be like:
We be like:

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By Shiva. Nikolce on 2017-11-15 10:56:55
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That would harsh our mellow.
yeah... geez.. who rustled all of girlboys violent feathers today?...
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