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"ITT we order CARAMEL MACHIATTOS"
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Apr 23, 2015 20:08
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*never gets old*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:09
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*Caramel macchiato starts spewing out of every orifice. Life is a meaningless discordance of pain and misery*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:09
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*orders a 5 guys bacon cheeseburger* *buys another one for a nearby cop* umm, yeah, this will do 
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Apr 23, 2015 20:10
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u4enJFEwBA
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Apr 23, 2015 20:10
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bacon and chheseburgers and caramel are bad for you. tell the masses
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Apr 23, 2015 20:11
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ITT we make caramel macchiato hipster jokes
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Apr 23, 2015 20:12
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*"Caramel Macchiato" scrawled over and over again all over the walls in blood and feces*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:12
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this really might be the one. the one that never gets old
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Apr 23, 2015 20:13
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*logs into GBS. The topic of every forum and subforum has been changed to "Caramel Macchiato" as has the title and content of every thread.* *Insane laughter rises, unbidden, from the depths of your throat and tears through your larynx like a rusty chainsaw*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:15
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*there is no escape*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:19
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*You had the caramel macchiato dream again. It was so vivid this time. You are beginning to wonder which life is real*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:21
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I was literally starting to miss these threads.
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Apr 23, 2015 20:22
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*Her caramel macchiato is still bodywarm as it trickles down your throat*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:24
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*You're... becoming something...* *it's pretty obscure, you've probably never heard of it*
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Apr 23, 2015 20:28
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Applewhite posted:*never gets old* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nU-XLNs4TCY Fastball front man Tony Scalzo came up with the idea for the song after reading journalistic articles which described the disappearance of an older married couple, Lela and Raymond Howard from Salado, Texas, who left home in June 1997 to attend the Pioneer Day festival at nearby Temple, Texas, despite Lela's Alzheimers and Raymond recently recovering from brain surgery. They were discovered two weeks later, dead, at the bottom of a ravine near Hot Springs, Arkansas, hundreds of miles off their intended route. About the song, Scalzo said that "It's a romanticized take on what happened" - he "pictured them taking off to have fun, like they did when they first met." 
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Apr 23, 2015 20:30
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can someone tell me what a hipster is plz, i sitll dont know
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Apr 23, 2015 20:34
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i don't know how to respond to this thread at all
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Apr 23, 2015 20:34
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jus tthought i'd chip in, well bye
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Apr 23, 2015 20:34
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*Trembling, you put the gun to your temple and squeeze the trigger* *instead of a bullet, caramel macchiato streams out of the barrel. The hot liquid burns your skin as it pours down the side of your face* *even the sweet release of death has been denied to you* *is this hell?*
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Apr 23, 2015 21:37
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Apr 23, 2015 21:51
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All the faces of your friends and loved ones have been replaced with caramel macchiato. They whisper to you of obscure things and sing strange songs.
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Apr 23, 2015 21:52
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Apr 23, 2015 21:56
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STAY SAFE POVERTY GHOST
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Apr 23, 2015 23:00
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After wandering alone for days, you finally catch a glimpse of another person walking through the mists. The figure is barely more than a silhouette on the edge of visibility, but you rush to it, your heart soaring at the thought of human contact, perhaps even rescue. The mist parts and you see that the figure is tall, and slim, clad in a rough flannel shirt and skinny jeans. Large, horn-rimmed glasses rest heavily on the bridge of his bulbous nose, and a patchy beard meanders over his acne-scarred face. Tufts of poo poo brown hair protrude randomly from beneath his wool cap. As you get closer, however, you become uneasy. Disturbing details come into focus. The first thing you notice is the stench. Not just body odor but a musty, rotting smell that comes in waves timed with the figure's panting, heavy breaths. His hands are overlarge, with long, pale fingers and unkempt nails that are yellow and clawlike. They dangle low about the figure's knees like those of a hulking ape. Still, you are so desperate for any sort of contact that you call out. Pleading for help. The figure turns its head, and you see that what you had initially taken to be glasses are actually ridges of dark bone that grow directly from the flesh of his (its!) face. Its this last revelation that finally overwhelms your desperation. You try to stop, but your headlong momentum carries you forward and you stumble at the grotesque creature's feet, which are clad in tattered Converse-All Stars. The stench is almost suffocating as you try to rise up on your elbows. Before you can get your balance, you are suddenly hoisted into the air by your shoulders. Caught in the creature's vice-like grip, you struggle in panic, but the monster possesses a hideous strength, and you are helpless. A low moan issues from the creature's cracked lips, rising to a wail like a siren. It howls the words "CARRRRRRAMEEEEEEL MAAAAAAAAAACHIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAATOOOOOOO!" It is almost enough to drown out the sound of your own terrified screaming. Almost.
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Apr 24, 2015 14:09
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The skeleton laughed again, and sipped at the macchiato. Hot, foamy liquid dribbled down its spine and splattered its ribs, which were stained a dirty brown by the caffeine.
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Apr 24, 2015 14:27
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*you see that what suckles at the woman's breasts is not a baby, but a tiny hipster, and it is not milk he guzzles, but caramel macchiato* *also the woman has a skinned rabbit head instead of a normal head*
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