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MajorThomas666
It's all so tiresome
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Before my blackpill days:
"I'm selling my smaller mx bike, can we trade?
Normie: "Like yeah, dude, braaaaaap, I got dis 450 dialed in bro. It roosts like no other, bro. We can trade, no strings attached. Mint condition. No mods."
We meet up.
Looks fine. Not as nice as in photos.
Look around.
Guy is with father keeps pushing me to take it and get out.
They're astonished how clean my mx bike is, which I eventually sold to a bunch of blacks who I saw riding it in the city illegally.
"Oh, lookie here... you're bike is sawed in half."
"Oh, shit man, I didn't even know that, like what the fuck? Craaaazy."
Literally the entire frame is sawed in half and only a strain of metal is holding everything together.
Had I rode this at track, a likely death or broken back.
I was decent at motocross but too inhibited to race amateur or make friends because, honestly, motocross bros are the biggest retards in the world. I appreciate their obliviousness though.
Then I tore my ACL and that was that.
Another fuck over.
Get a very good used TV, looks like pristine condition. Turn it on, look at hours used. All is good.
He wants 200 for it, I bring him down to 150.
He deliberayely turns down beightness so I don't hear annoying buzz. "Yeah, it's dark cause it's in living room, just put in dark room and you'll be set, man." When I get it home there's this loud annoying buzz, I open back panel and every screw is lock tighted because he was trying to stop the noise.
Told me it was an amazing TV, but was upgrading and that I'll love it. Said he never did anything to it and it's almost brand new. He literally locktighted every screw and sold it to my ass knowing I'd have to deal with it.
"Bro, someone else came for it, man but just left. Like he wanted it, I showed him it and then he just said no. I don't get people like that. It's such a good deal. Hope you love it. People are so weird these days."
I hate the human species.
"I'm selling my smaller mx bike, can we trade?
Normie: "Like yeah, dude, braaaaaap, I got dis 450 dialed in bro. It roosts like no other, bro. We can trade, no strings attached. Mint condition. No mods."
We meet up.
Looks fine. Not as nice as in photos.
Look around.
Guy is with father keeps pushing me to take it and get out.
They're astonished how clean my mx bike is, which I eventually sold to a bunch of blacks who I saw riding it in the city illegally.
"Oh, lookie here... you're bike is sawed in half."
"Oh, shit man, I didn't even know that, like what the fuck? Craaaazy."
Literally the entire frame is sawed in half and only a strain of metal is holding everything together.
Had I rode this at track, a likely death or broken back.
I was decent at motocross but too inhibited to race amateur or make friends because, honestly, motocross bros are the biggest retards in the world. I appreciate their obliviousness though.
Then I tore my ACL and that was that.
Another fuck over.
Get a very good used TV, looks like pristine condition. Turn it on, look at hours used. All is good.
He wants 200 for it, I bring him down to 150.
He deliberayely turns down beightness so I don't hear annoying buzz. "Yeah, it's dark cause it's in living room, just put in dark room and you'll be set, man." When I get it home there's this loud annoying buzz, I open back panel and every screw is lock tighted because he was trying to stop the noise.
Told me it was an amazing TV, but was upgrading and that I'll love it. Said he never did anything to it and it's almost brand new. He literally locktighted every screw and sold it to my ass knowing I'd have to deal with it.
"Bro, someone else came for it, man but just left. Like he wanted it, I showed him it and then he just said no. I don't get people like that. It's such a good deal. Hope you love it. People are so weird these days."
I hate the human species.
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