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seriously holy shit

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you're that white James Harden who wears Pikachu shirts, right?

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[i]12:31am, the sky is black and white like a television turned to a dead channel. I jacked in on the server, and found a site worth dieing for.<br /><br />"Oh my god," Dax said.<br /><br />I continued "This site will be on up and coming before Dizard has anytime to rez."<br /><br />"Is that Russian Icebreaker working for you?"<br /><br />"Don't worry, [b]I run this place.[/b]"[/i]

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holy shit. If this was made in 2006 it woulda been the most popular site of all time. BALLS

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LAWD HAVE MERCY!!! tonight at the plaza...WE GIVE YOU MR STEPHEN HAWKIN !!! crip walking on the 1 2 !!!! we got MR T !!! we got them asian HOs, we got bg, we got this CRAZY WHITE DUDE i dunno where he from, he coming to the PRO-JeCTs !!! we got BARNEY!!! man barney be throwin with the bandanas till 12 baby !!!! everybody get in free with the gay martianS!!!!s...GET FIRED UP BABY!!!!!!!

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Holy shit that's offensive. Approved!

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holy nipples, balls

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his the racist for being anti-white?

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this site is not racist, your the racist for being anti-white.

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Holy fuck, you weren't kidding. I think the longest time I've done for a site is like 5 minutes.

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I thought this would be one of the more recent tram incidents of black-on-white racism. Not as popular, I guess.

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holy shit....

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holy shit, you nailed it

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[b]holy shit i felt the hurricane to i locked myself in the basement and watched the tamba bay vs yankees game and right after i played netrunner with myself again.[/b]

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Moon Man lets Neil Armstrong walk on him because he is white

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[u][i][b]HELLO; The planet was absolutely flat. Its enormous gravity had long ago crushed into one uniform level the mountains of its fiery youth-mountains whose mightiest peaks had never exceeded a few meters in height. Yet there was life here, for the surface was covered with a myriad geometrical patterns that crawled and moved and changed their color. It was a world of two dimensions, inhabited by beings who could be no more than a fraction of a centimeter in thickness. <br /> And in its sky was such a sun as no opium eater could have imagined in his wildest dreams. Too hot to be white, it was a searing ghost at the frontiers of the ultra-violet, burning its planets with radiations which would be instantly lethal to all earthly forms of life. For millions <br />of kilometers around extended great veils of gas and dust, fluorescing in countless colors as the blasts of ultra-violet tore through them. It was a star against which Earth's pale sun would have been as feeble as a glow-worm at noon. [/b][/i][/u]

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Fancy white magick.

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Yes a decent amount of white people do enjoy the trap aka drugs, your average white american is on one drug or another.

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White people.

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If only I was that smooth as a kid, I would of picked up Bettie White.

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MOAR LIFEGUARD WHALE!!!! WTF!?!?!?

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Holy nippulzzzzzz

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This site is awful, but the truck is a nice shade of white.

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needs more white wine.

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You go to a christmas party at a friend's house, and for some reason, Orson Welles is there. Everyone is talking about it. No one can figure out who knows him. The hostess, a woman you went to college with, just shrugs, her eyes alight with surprise and happy confusion. You don't see Orson Welles, but you can hear him in the other room.<br /> She says she hopes she has enough wine for Orson. She shows you the refrigerator, which is completely full of boxes of Paul Masson white wine. From top to bottom, there is nothing else. "It's like a rap music video directed by Garrison Keillor," you say. <br /> As Orson Welles's voice booms from room to room, the glass vibratesin the windows, and the hostess worries that her Christmas ornaments are going to spontaneously shatter. But they don't, and everyone has a good time. The party does not stop. At midnight, you and Orson Welles make a liquor run, but the shop os closed, and Orson shakes the metal grate in front of the shop window, yelling incoherently. "We are only meat that dreams!" he yells. He's angry, but he's laughing. Then suddenly you are all out on the hostess's patio. The night is ending, the sun is coming up, and you are all eating sushi off of Orson Welles's bare stomach. "I'm tired," he tells you, "I'm tired of feeding you all."

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hope you and all your white-ass friends die in a plane crash

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[b]HOLY CRACKERDOODLE THIS IS YOUR FIRST COMMENT IN LIKE FOREVER. PAT YOURSELF ON THE BACK FOR YOUR SAFE RETURN.[/b]

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holy crap

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might as well just say 85% of the US is white???

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oh holy shit, +5 just for effort alone, + another hypothetical 5 for the ytmnd