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No, there’s nothing down there, just a shirtless incel that browses Vchan all day. Scared of flashlights for some reason

Fool me once

He’s probably locked up in a vampire basement somewhere

Oh god could you imagine how horrible it would be if a transwoman broke into your house

They’d just eat all my snacks and download F:NV

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I exclusively drink bull milk

He suffers from Kamala derangement syndrome

Your partner and your equivalent parent (mom/gf, dad/bf, sensei/nf) switch place, and you have to bone one (to completion) of them to switch them back. Who do you pick, and what’s wrong with you, you sick bastard?

They put me in a room

The science is pretty clear; gun control works. Every time you repeal gun control laws, loosen restrictions, open gun stores, gun-related deaths escalate, often dramatically. States with higher gun ownership rates have higher rates of homicides caused by guns. Even a 1% reduction in gun related deaths would be the equivalent of 2,500 people per year. Kids die more often from gun-related deaths than car-related deaths.

Mass shootings also barely make up 1% of gun-related deaths, so the science behind them isn’t as well studied, but things like reducing magazine sizes shows a correlated relation in reduction of mass shootings.

(Some of the sauce)

This post reads like shit!

Fred Durst, of the famed Limp Bizkit band, is a speech therapist. You can see him wearing his signature red hat.

Fred Durst is reciting the lyrics to the Limp Bizkit song, “My Generation,” to which the lyrics during the pre-chorus are:

So go ahead and talk shit, talk shit about me Go ahead and talk shit about my g-g-generation

The last word, “generation,” repeats the first letter twice before saying the word fully, for musical effect in the song. However, since in this comic, Fred Durst is a speech therapist, he is saddened to hear his patient repeat the first letter, as the effect resembles a stutter, which would signify a failure on Fred’s goal as a speech therapist.