EZ LOOKSMAX 😜 (3 Viewers)

[ASDWASD]

from now on we should overrate men, and underrate women, maybe if foids know theyre 3/10 they'll drop their standards and let >MTN's hit

(thank me later for solving hypergamy and making your love life better)

 

[Adolf Hitler !]

 

[ASDWASD]

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TY TY

 

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[ASDWASD]

admit it, men allowed hypergamy

 

[Circadex]

You can't bypass the genetics detector.
Hide shut the fuck up

 

[ASDWASD]

You can't bypass the genetics detector.
Hide shut the fuck up

real

 

[Hide]

You can't bypass the genetics detector.
Hide shut the fuck up

stole your title

 

[Circadex]

stole your title

Godveil Heir Can you edit that quickly?

 

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Godveil Heir Can you edit that quickly?

nope

 

[Circadex]

nope

Names still hide

 

[darkie+]

Hidecadex

 

[Circadex]

Hidecadex

Delete this

 

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Delete this

Delete this

Delete this

 

[darkie+]

Keep this, beautiful user maybe ill change mine to hidecadex

Uhh

 

[Circadex]

Jamie Hide, see, dysgenic troglodytes (such as yourself) will only progress within this world to the stereotypical council-housed joke of a life the other like-minded fuck wits find acceptable; 1-4 kids, unhappy wife, grotty apartment, underpaying job, and an unsatisfactory sex life. Which probably sends you down a drunken pub crawl with your equally brain-dead peers. Just to find yourself in front of some overweight slags disgusting, unkept & putrid minge (But like the sex deprived loser you are, you'll devour it anyways). Leading you to an untimely divorce, child support, and a overwhelming alcohol addiction (since your kids got taken away from you). All because you scrammed the local BBW pub-slut cunt. You're so insignificant and you'll never amount to anything past an annoying burden in everyone's life. Shut the fuck up you disgusting faggot

 

[ASDWASD]

Jamie Hide, see, dysgenic troglodytes (such as yourself) will only progress within this world to the stereotypical council-housed joke of a life the other like-minded fuck wits find acceptable; 1-4 kids, unhappy wife, grotty apartment, underpaying job, and an unsatisfactory sex life. Which probably sends you down a drunken pub crawl with your equally brain-dead peers. Just to find yourself in front of some overweight slags disgusting, unkept & putrid minge (But like the sex deprived loser you are, you'll devour it anyways). Leading you to an untimely divorce, child support, and a overwhelming alcohol addiction (since your kids got taken away from you). All because you scrammed the local BBW pub-slut cunt. You're so insignificant and you'll never amount to anything past an annoying burden in everyone's life. Shut the fuck up you disgusting faggot

dnr tldr

 

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dnr tldr

Jamie Hide, see, dysgenic troglodytes (such as yourself) will only progress within this world to the stereotypical council-housed joke of a life the other like-minded fuck wits find acceptable; 1-4 kids, unhappy wife, grotty apartment, underpaying job, and an unsatisfactory sex life. Which probably sends you down a drunken pub crawl with your equally brain-dead peers. Just to find yourself in front of some overweight slags disgusting, unkept & putrid minge (But like the sex deprived loser you are, you'll devour it anyways). Leading you to an untimely divorce, child support, and a overwhelming alcohol addiction (since your kids got taken away from you). All because you scrammed the local BBW pub-slut cunt. You're so insignificant and you'll never amount to anything past an annoying burden in everyone's life. Shut the fuck up you disgusting faggot

 

[ASDWASD]

Jamie Hide, see, dysgenic troglodytes (such as yourself) will only progress within this world to the stereotypical council-housed joke of a life the other like-minded fuck wits find acceptable; 1-4 kids, unhappy wife, grotty apartment, underpaying job, and an unsatisfactory sex life. Which probably sends you down a drunken pub crawl with your equally brain-dead peers. Just to find yourself in front of some overweight slags disgusting, unkept & putrid minge (But like the sex deprived loser you are, you'll devour it anyways). Leading you to an untimely divorce, child support, and a overwhelming alcohol addiction (since your kids got taken away from you). All because you scrammed the local BBW pub-slut cunt. You're so insignificant and you'll never amount to anything past an annoying burden in everyone's life. Shut the fuck up you disgusting faggot

TLDR

 

[darkie+]

Jamie Hide, see, dysgenic troglodytes (such as yourself) will only progress within this world to the stereotypical council-housed joke of a life the other like-minded fuck wits find acceptable; 1-4 kids, unhappy wife, grotty apartment, underpaying job, and an unsatisfactory sex life. Which probably sends you down a drunken pub crawl with your equally brain-dead peers. Just to find yourself in front of some overweight slags disgusting, unkept & putrid minge (But like the sex deprived loser you are, you'll devour it anyways). Leading you to an untimely divorce, child support, and a overwhelming alcohol addiction (since your kids got taken away from you). All because you scrammed the local BBW pub-slut cunt. You're so insignificant and you'll never amount to anything past an annoying burden in everyone's life. Shut the fuck up you disgusting faggot

bold text made it look better

 

[Circadex]

TLDR

TLDR: you're illiterate

 

[ASDWASD]

TLDR: you're

TLDR: you're illiterate

dnr

 

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TLDR: you're illiterate

Circadex,
Behold the Terminal Average Man—a creature so aggressively unremarkable that entropy itself seems to have filed a restraining order. He lumbers through life on autopilot, mistaking routine for purpose and comfort for victory. His dreams peaked at “not starving,” and even that felt ambitious. He calls it realism; everyone else calls it surrender with a mortgage.


You can map his entire existence in advance. A cramped, damp-smelling apartment with walls thin enough to hear regret breathing next door. A job that drains hours but never pays dignity. A relationship held together by shared misery and the unspoken agreement not to expect more. Children arrive not as miracles, but as consequences—names chosen from the top ten list because originality requires effort.


Weekends are ritualized decay. Cheap beer, loud opinions, softer brains. He gathers with his equally directionless peers, each one convinced they’re “different” while mirroring each other perfectly. They complain about the system, the weather, women, luck—anything except the mirror. Responsibility is always outsourced; failure is always someone else’s fault.


At some point—usually after enough alcohol to lower standards beneath sea level—he mistakes attention for affection. Desire for validation overrides every warning sign. What follows isn’t passion, it’s desperation cosplaying as intimacy. The aftermath is predictable: chaos, resentment, and paperwork. Lawyers get richer. Children learn early what disappointment looks like. He learns nothing.


Then comes the spiral he pretends is “blowing off steam.” Addiction dressed up as coping. Bitterness fermented into personality. He becomes that guy everyone tolerates but no one respects—the human equivalent of background noise. Always talking, never saying anything. Always present, never needed.


And the tragedy? Not that life was cruel to him—but that it offered chances he actively ignored. He had time. He had choices. He just chose the path of least resistance until even gravity got bored of pulling him down.


In the end, he won’t be remembered for what he built, only for what he consumed: time, energy, patience. A walking cautionary tale. A footnote in other people’s stories. Proof that doing nothing is, in fact, a decision—and it compounds.

 

[ASDWASD]

TLDR: you're illiterate

ill let tts read ts

 

[ASDWASD]

Circadex,
Behold the Terminal Average Man—a creature so aggressively unremarkable that entropy itself seems to have filed a restraining order. He lumbers through life on autopilot, mistaking routine for purpose and comfort for victory. His dreams peaked at “not starving,” and even that felt ambitious. He calls it realism; everyone else calls it surrender with a mortgage.


You can map his entire existence in advance. A cramped, damp-smelling apartment with walls thin enough to hear regret breathing next door. A job that drains hours but never pays dignity. A relationship held together by shared misery and the unspoken agreement not to expect more. Children arrive not as miracles, but as consequences—names chosen from the top ten list because originality requires effort.


Weekends are ritualized decay. Cheap beer, loud opinions, softer brains. He gathers with his equally directionless peers, each one convinced they’re “different” while mirroring each other perfectly. They complain about the system, the weather, women, luck—anything except the mirror. Responsibility is always outsourced; failure is always someone else’s fault.


At some point—usually after enough alcohol to lower standards beneath sea level—he mistakes attention for affection. Desire for validation overrides every warning sign. What follows isn’t passion, it’s desperation cosplaying as intimacy. The aftermath is predictable: chaos, resentment, and paperwork. Lawyers get richer. Children learn early what disappointment looks like. He learns nothing.


Then comes the spiral he pretends is “blowing off steam.” Addiction dressed up as coping. Bitterness fermented into personality. He becomes that guy everyone tolerates but no one respects—the human equivalent of background noise. Always talking, never saying anything. Always present, never needed.


And the tragedy? Not that life was cruel to him—but that it offered chances he actively ignored. He had time. He had choices. He just chose the path of least resistance until even gravity got bored of pulling him down.


In the end, he won’t be remembered for what he built, only for what he consumed: time, energy, patience. A walking cautionary tale. A footnote in other people’s stories. Proof that doing nothing is, in fact, a decision—and it compounds.

youre funny dude