I'm about to change my fist right up onto your chin because my life matters to my children.
Ill give you my addy in you email?
I have to work tomorrow so you'll have to come to me.
Well fuck, Im workin sat too. Easter? haha
I'm about to change my fist right up onto your chin because my life matters to my children.
Ill give you my addy in you email?
I have to work tomorrow so you'll have to come to me.
Well fuck, Im workin sat too. Easter? haha
I don't know, and I never will. The answer to that question can only come after your life is over. Only my descendants would be able to answer that.
My life matters more than your life, that's for damned sure.
aint denying shit, till ya proof it anyway
Family. Friends. Neighbors. Coworkers. Kids’ friends. Kids’ parents.
Yes. My life matters, quite a goddamned lot, actually. My existence is a positive influence, directly on a small number of people, and indirectly on quite many.
Does your life matter?
Not really
Are you White?
I bet i represent the brand better than you
So lead by example motherfucker...the less mouthbreathers, like yourself, in the world the better.
thanks dude
> I changed for the better. I look out for family and friends by advising them on red pill issus. I keep pushing them to prepare, or find out the hard way. I cannot force them to do the right thing.
I change my underwear once a week , whether I need to or not
I matter to my family and my friends. I redpill those worth redpilling, and I seek to always improve myself (and expect the same of the people I care about) every day.
Nope. The universe is perfect, meddling with it will only lead to a worse outcome.
Mine apparently does, because of how many damned close brushes with death I've had... And at least twice, an inch either way would have been goodbye heart or a severed spinal cord.
Still haven't figured out what I'm supposed to do yet. There MUST be a divine reason why I am still alive.
I feel the same way, but know there is no divine reason, just luck.
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