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>> No.2991769 [View]
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What I'm seeing here is a bunch of Anons becoming very, very frustrated when it becomes apparent that I'm just utterly right, as I said I was, and there's nothing they can do about it but become angry, hurl insults, and try transparent sematic ploys to gain some imaginary advantage.

It's a good day to be anonymous, Anonymous.

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>>1937347
Utter rubbish.
I merely ventured my perception about Tolkien, and that perception was verified by the same people who profess to enjoy him. Then, when I suggested that the boring, interminable descriptions may not be my particular cup of tea, then ANOTHER long-winded masturbatory describer was suggested. Variations on a theme, clearly, but that point was obviously lost on the fantasyfags here.

It was only then that I opined that perhaps the mind of the fantasy-fan was the actual problem, rather than the books. Your post has done nothing to dissuade me from that option. Quite the contrary, in fact.

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>>1699166
>>1699167

Your point?

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>>1673646
I try to enjoy life, sir. I open the magazine to an article that intersts me, and as by bowels relax, I am through the first paragraph. As I launch into the body of the article, I can feel the nose of my firm, moist stool just breaching the rim of my anus. As I near the end, my mighty poo is sliding right along, picking up speed slowly like a little brown locomotive. Then, as I read the last sentence, my shit clears its ensconsment entirely, sliding under the waters like a smelly dolphin, and, as if to say goodbye as it's tail slips beneath the surface, splashes a single drop of water back onto my browneye, cooling and soothing the area that worked so hard to give it birth.

I try to enjoy life, sir.

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