Then take a painkiller bub.

Oh! And use a period. Bitch.

The title represents a question that I have heard many times while trying to engage people in conversation that strays outside the norm. The conversations usually have similar themes to this subreddit. The text following represents a smattering of responses I've gotten while trying to engage with others in such conversation. The small dots and silly shapes after each thought or subject represent an end to such engagement and symbolize either an opportunity to extrapolate, or an opportunity for someone else to continue the dialogue.

Bitch.

Guess.

Cheers from outside this subreddit! (Don't worry, I'll keep the elitism with which you simultaneously claim to rally against and use as a deterrent to belittle others a secret. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise!)

For the cheap seats: Sorry I intruded into your little club. I was not born with the wealth of knowledge you automatically possess. My fault. Learning, guiding, teaching and discussing with a sense of humility does not seem to be in your opening deck. I won't tell other people about your shittiness so they can discover it for themselves.

I'm Wrong Burgundy?

I love cats.

Thank you. I didn't come here to show off, nor did I expect to submit anything to a panel. I hoped to start a dialogue about resistance to subjects that are uncomfortable to some. I suppose I succeeded in some small way.

Will do friend. You do the same.

Apparently I'm enjoying it to this day. A subject so intent on staying out of the spotlight. One that lashes out at anyone who attempts to empathize with it, while bemoaning the fact that it will never be accepted or understood. It's like I never left. 10 points for whatever imaginary fraternity you've managed to lock yourself into.

Does your fraternity treat everyone with this much hostility and disdain? Must you be versed in secret ways that are never revealed?

Yours or his?

I too remembered when I discovered the contraction of 'it' and 'is' young one. I felt superior to all using a phrase made familiar by British actors and ol' Christmas poems.

I also understand that you wish to save such thrilling conversation in the thrilling hope that upon waking you will discover everything [Deleted] resulting in your victory. 'Tis not happening.

The schizophrenia? I assume you are referring to my response of 'yours or his?' That was a simple slam to your previous comment's lack of grammatical ownership to the pubic hair mentioned in your mature and knee-slapping retort. I responded with a slight insinuation that your 'mistress' is a dude, dude.

How dare you trivialize the rights of those who have suffered under the rule of antiquated gender norms? Whose to say what gender the mustachioed man who loves to take your seed and slowly yet lovingly feed it back to you, identifies as? Only Dartanian can make that decision. I'm glad he stuck around to help you with funny links on your 'puter.

Also...isn't this bullshit exactly what 'they' want? Get back to me after class, because people who've already had their prom take it out of their verbal rolodex. Have Dartanian look up that word for you.

Sleep the sleep of the just young one. For you have proven your worth in battle.

Please give me two reasons why this is .obviously. written by a bot. My processor is of an earlier model so I have a slightly larger learning curve, leading to posts which reveal my true nature. It's so obvious. How can you don't see that?

Mods please help my shit.

Ban all the dissent! Ban first, read third!!

Yours or his?