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[–] OctoberDew 2 points -2 points (+0|-2) ago 

I wish I knew any of you in real life so I could hit you with a baseball bat. Right on the fucking skull., I want to hear the crack when the Louisiville slugger splits your skull in two. That wonderful moment when you become more brain damaged than you already are. Dependent on other people for the rest of your life. The antithesis of what you ever thought you were or would ever be. A drain on society. And not wanting to die, but seeing the world around you forget that you were ever even humnan.

Crack

So who wants to meet up?

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[–] Dalai_Llama 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Even if you had the upper body strength to wield a dowel rod, your brain tumor would prevent you from exercising any kind of coordinated movement. It is funny that your life sucks that much, though.

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[–] OctoberDew ago 

Oh little boy, some of us had parents wealthy enough to buy a real baseball bat when we were children.