You're my friend whether you like it or not. We're fellow outcasts from polite society, and that makes us friends.
And you know as well as I do that the red-hats want to stomp out displays of sexuality. They want porn banned every bit as much as the blue-hairs want it banned. The blue-hairs want it banned because it objectifies women, and the red-hats want it banned because it offends God.
Hello, peteyfriend. I have also been banned from polite society for calling people retarded faggots. Now we get to play here, at the very bottom of the barrel.
Ah, we do love ribbing each other. This is why you're my bff. We should stay up all night and eat lots of potato chips and play Call of Duty and yell racial slurs at children.
Counterpoint, it most certainly does not make you two, or you and I, or him and I, or any other grouping you imagine, friends.
We are cohabitants here, certainly, but the purity spirals and ideological purges have ousted so many from larger locales that we have people here who agree on many issues but disagree fundamentally and vehemently on a number of others.
Some of us are friends of convenience, certainly, but the general group relations are, at best, those of associates. We may be pulling the rope, but it's only vaguely in the same direction, and we're bickering and bitching the whole way through.
You're my friend whether you like it or not. We're fellow outcasts from polite society, and that makes us friends.
And you know as well as I do that the red-hats want to stomp out displays of sexuality. They want porn banned every bit as much as the blue-hairs want it banned. The blue-hairs want it banned because it objectifies women, and the red-hats want it banned because it offends God.
That's not how friendship works you retarded faggot.
Hello, peteyfriend. I have also been banned from polite society for calling people retarded faggots. Now we get to play here, at the very bottom of the barrel.
Eat shit and die you retarded faggot. Don't play here, go play in traffic
Ah, we do love ribbing each other. This is why you're my bff. We should stay up all night and eat lots of potato chips and play Call of Duty and yell racial slurs at children.
Counterpoint, it most certainly does not make you two, or you and I, or him and I, or any other grouping you imagine, friends.
We are cohabitants here, certainly, but the purity spirals and ideological purges have ousted so many from larger locales that we have people here who agree on many issues but disagree fundamentally and vehemently on a number of others.
Some of us are friends of convenience, certainly, but the general group relations are, at best, those of associates. We may be pulling the rope, but it's only vaguely in the same direction, and we're bickering and bitching the whole way through.