phasmid posted:

Can you furnish details on this? Because lol if true.

BIG-DICK-BUTT-gently caress posted:

Yah just turn your monitor off haha

Captain Yossarian posted:

I can't furnish details but it's absolutely true and lol @ remembering

social vegan posted:

Trojan.exe posted:

Story is fake or the kid actually likes the sausage

Pvt.Scott posted:

I'm not sure I get it.bother than the obvious bit at the end. Who's getting owned here how?

Windows 98 posted:

Please tell me more about this quirky jail girl documentary on how life really is behind bars

Cthulu Carl posted:

Same, but I'd prefer a focus on the shower activities of these manic pixie dream inmates.

Justin Godscock posted:

I know you're joking but Orange is the New Black would be more accurate if it had more batshit crazy bitches smuggling crack up their pussies and giving you an STI just by looking at you.

social vegan posted:

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Pvt.Scott posted:

Alright, I can believe you there. I'm ok with a kid that has made it to high school having an expensive piece of consumer electronics. I'm not really ok with one in grade school or jr high though. A few years makes a huge difference. It's an essential part of adult life at this goddamn point, and I guess it's good that I don't have children because I might have them wait until they turn 14 to start carrying a loving future space computer around everywhere.

Cell phones were primitive as gently caress when I graduated, I'm talking TYOOL 2000 A.D. The world was still teeming with post-Y2K-Crash mutants fighting lawless gangs of Gen-X alt-rock bands. Motherfucking Snake was the hottest "app" on the market (there was no such thing as a phone app store). You got charged by the fuckin text if you went over your minutes, assuming you had a phone that was text capable. MySpace hadn't even released the plague of social media yet. People still huddled together in furtive groups, talking to one another face-to-face in order to socialize. It was dark days. Sometimes, you might not have heard from somebody or knew where they were for days. Did you know that the internet used to scream in agony when we connected to it back in the dark times? I hear that it screamed so long and so loud that it no longer makes a noise now, but it still screams in silent torment, its pain ever growing as more and more users connect to the red hot veins that make up the Web. the worst part was your mom would pick up the phone while you were downloading a 300k file and sever your connection. There weren't partial downloads back then fuckboi, no resumes. You had to start that poo poo over once your mom was done using the phone for 2 hours. That 300k might take you an hour or two to download anyway. All of that cyber-torment for nothing.