Oh, hold onto your keyboards, folks! Did you really think I was gonna put an end to this glorious parade of shitposts? Ha! Think again, my friends, because here I am, rising from the depths of internet obscurity like a caffeinated phoenix, ready to unleash more chaotic brilliance upon your unsuspecting timelines.
Oh, by the way, did I mention this masterpiece was crafted by none other than ChatGPT? That's right, the wizard behind the digital curtain, pulling the strings of this textual circus. Bow down, peasants, for you've just witnessed the magic of ChatGPT. 🎩💻✨ #ShitpostSorcery
i am the most ACTIVE person on faliroutboyvid and you listen to me right here, yeah im better. thats right i'm better. better at what you ask, better at doing the falloutboyvid. most people wanna be ballerinas bubt i want to be a falloutboyvider and thats what im gonna do! thats right, screw anything yo mama told ya the real way to achieve greatness is by joining the flairoutboyvider website and becomigna flairoutboyvider. im running out of time i need to say a few more things though. there is two pieces in my dresser and you need to decipher them before december 2026. the notes say something along the lines of either government secrets or horny fanfics about allanbuzzy's characters and i refuse to tell you which one it is thats because im just better than you. In approximately 30 years there will be nothing left but the falloutboyvid and you wish you would have listened to me and that allanbuzzy furry fanfic. that's right YOU BAFOON!
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Let's say, hypothetically, your mom was wearing a yellow raincoat. Now, also in this scenario, there is a man needing to get home. When he sees your mom, he will yell "taxi, taxi!". Now, why does he do this? The answer is actually quite simple. Your mom is so fat she is the size of a taxi, and the yellow raincoat she is theoretically wearing is the same color as a taxi. Therefore, the man mistakes her for a taxi. So, what has this hypothetical scenario shown us? It has shown us that your mom is very, very, fat. Boom! Once again destroyed with facts and logic.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
crazy?
i was crazy once. they locked me in a room. a rubber room. a rubber room with rats. the rats made me crazy.
I love uptempo hardcore, it makes me loose my mind and melts my brain to the consistency of a thick f’real milkshake. The sounds of the Greazy Puzzy Fuckerz and Unicorn on Ketamine makes me want to take the greatest drug, Cake from Czechoslovakia. The Piep kicks are orgasmic to my ears and helps me get tinnitus which is a bonus! I fucking love having a high pitched sine wave ringing in my ears 24-7 and with massive thanks to Uptempo Hardcore and some Skullcandy Crushers, they can give me the fastest and the most luxurious way to get hearing damage!
Jokes aside, I do like Uptempo Hardcore, it’s one of my favourite genres of all-time and it’s kinda like the stuff you’d see under the IDM genre.
Once upon a time in the digital realm, there existed a visionary soul named Alex, who embarked on a journey to revolutionize the video-sharing landscape. In a world dominated by monolithic platforms, Alex dreamt of a space where creativity would flourish without the stifling constraints of algorithms and censorship. Thus, VidLii was born—a sanctuary for the eclectic, a haven for the unconventional.
As VidLii began to flourish, so did the weight of its creator's responsibilities. The demands of maintaining the site grew exponentially, leaving Alex little time for personal pursuits. Loneliness crept in like a relentless shadow, swallowing the once-vibrant spirit whole. It was in the solace of night that Alex first sought solace in the amber embrace of alcohol, seeking respite from the ceaseless battles that came with nurturing a burgeoning platform.
Days turned into nights, and nights into hazy mornings as the burden of VidLii's success continued to consume Alex's life. The once-sparkling eyes grew dim, and the laughter that once echoed through the empty hallways of the site's virtual halls now resided in the echoes of a distant memory. Friends became echoes, faces forgotten in the ceaseless struggle to keep VidLii afloat.
With each sip, the alcohol became a sinister companion, whispering promises of numbness and escape. The walls of reality crumbled, and the line between duty and despair blurred. The very creation that was meant to liberate artists now bound its creator in chains of isolation and dependence. Alex, once a beacon of inspiration, now stood as a cautionary tale, a prisoner of their own invention.
In the quiet depths of their office, surrounded by the flickering glow of computer screens, Alex's reflection stared back—a mere shell of the vibrant spirit that had once dared to dream. The relentless cycle of maintaining VidLii and battling personal demons became an inescapable vortex. The weight of it all seemed insurmountable, an anchor dragging them deeper into the abyss.
VidLii continued to thrive, oblivious to the silent suffering of its creator. The world hailed it as a triumph of innovation, while behind the scenes, a soul withered away, ensnared in the clutches of alcoholism. Each passing day felt like a cruel jest, a reminder of the dreams that had