IT'S ALL FAT ASS THIS AND BIG MEAT THAT WITH YOU PEOPLE, HUH.
THOSE OF US WITH TRULY FAT ASSES ARE WISE ENOUGH TO KEEP THEM TO OURSELVES.

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IT'S ALL FAT ASS THIS AND BIG MEAT THAT WITH YOU PEOPLE, HUH.
THOSE OF US WITH TRULY FAT ASSES ARE WISE ENOUGH TO KEEP THEM TO OURSELVES.
LISTEN TO ME. AND I SAY THIS AS SOMEONE WHO'S DAILY SUBMERGED IN THE RETCHTASTIC ATMOSPHERE OF ONE OF FORBES' TOP TEN HORNIEST ITALIAN-AMERICAN DINING ESTABLISHMENTS. YOU ARE ALL UNBEARABLY OBSESSED WITH FUCKING.
IT'S ALL FAT ASS THIS AND BIG MEAT THAT WITH YOU PEOPLE, HUH.
when i spill my cereal bowl, i feel nothing. i simply clean up and get another bowl. if im in a certain mood, i simply spill it again
sometimes the jake muse bleeds through
nobody givves a flippin fuck about radiohead
OKAY FINE, I'M GOING ON /X/.
I AM NOW LEAVING 4CHAN.
Good luck. Maybe you'll be the one crypto-hunter to figure out enough information to get away when you come across it on a foggy night.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YES!!! I’M QUITTING MY JOB GUYS!!! I’M GOING TO BECOME ONE OF THOSE CIRCLEJERKING SOCIOPATHS WHO TAKES BLURRY PHOTOS ON PRIVATE PROPERTY FOR UPVOTES. STAY TUNED FOR MORE DETAILS ABOUT MY PATREON PAGE.
I CAN'T SAY I'M UP TO SPEED ON WHAT BANDS THE INTERNET STILL HOUNDS, BUT I'LL HAZARD A GUESS THAT THERE ARE DADS WITH SHOULDER-LENGTH HAIR OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, MOSTLY BETWEEN THE AGES OF 35 AND 55, WHO SPEND A SHOCKING AMOUNT OF TIME FEVERISHLY CLICKING THE REFRESH BUTTON ON THE RADIOHEAD VEVO PAGE.
OKAY FINE, I'M GOING ON /X/.
I could continue, but its already too late. You already questioned, and it opened something that shouldn't have been explored or questioned. I said too much, I can hear the sirens. They sound so low and mournful from this far away, but as they slowly.. Slowly come closer, the mourning sounds that make me feel solemn are turning into spine-chilling warnings of whats to come. There's some forums, places to find out more about Siren Head, but if you do, listen very closely, and hide if you hear it.
ARE YOU SUGGESTING I VENTURE INTO THE UNTAMED MEMEWILDS THAT IS /X/
So you see there's this creature known as Siren Head, and its a being that came from Radiohead. You may think it's a band, but actually it was a sentient being that got tired of being nice, replacing the radio with scary ass sirens and murdering anyone dumb enough to investigate why sirens were coming from the woods where there was no civilization to warn of impending disasters.
ALRIGHT I KNOW I SAID NO RADIOHEAD LORE BUT THIS RULES. PLEASE CONTINUE.
IT WAS A RHETORICAL QUESTION. IF ANY RADIOHEAD STANS CLICK ON MY BLOG WITH THE INTENT OF EXPLAINING THE LORE OF THE BAND I'LL SENSE IT WITH MY HYPERSENSITIVE INTERNET TENDRILS AND PRESS THE SELF-COMBUST BUTTON.
You can crush it but it’s always here You can crush it but it’s always near Chasing you home saying Everything is broken Everyone is broken
I USED TO THINK DUMPSTER DIVING WAS DISGUSTING. IMAGINE BEING REPULSED BY FREE STUFF? MY PAST SELF HAD HIS KNICKERS TWISTED SO FAR UP HIS ASSCRACK THEY COULDN'T SEE DAYLIGHT.
IF I WERE A SPRIGHTLY BUCK I WOULD FUCKING RUN AT YOU AND GORE YOU WITH MY MASSIVE HOOKED ANTLERS AND THEN I'D MAKE YOU A NICE LASAGNA WITH YOUR ENTRAILS.
HOW HAVE YOU PEOPLE BEEN PLAYING MAFIA FOR EIGHT PRECIOUS GODDAMN HOURS.