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Imaris, take my example: I owe my university a term paper, and, damn it, I haven't even started, even though my conscience is bothering me. And in general, I should already be thinking about my diploma. Hmm, I'm sitting at home all day, I've argued with everyone – no friends, no girlfriend, I'm watching romantic movies and crying into my handkerchief. I'm a loser; in half a year, the glorious army will knock some sense into me, and I'll go work as a security guard at the Vishnya supermarket.
Hmm, no, maybe don't take my example; study physics. ~_~
Aaaah, I hate you all, lol!!!111ady.
I can post a poem that was written about the arrival of a troll in the "Poems" thread on Nigramania, to increase the level of inadequacy in the topic:
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It didn't last long, the trash,
The sodomy and the fun.
Suddenly, the moderators called on their powers,
And they gave out percentages to everyone.
But someone will say: "How awful
To stifle freedom of speech like this!
Are you all right or not?
A troll appeared, he wanted a meal,
He was preparing, writing a tirade,
And suddenly – a ban hammer as a reward!
But the moralist will not agree:
"How can people sink so low...
On the sacred holiday of many years
To invite scoundrels to dinner!"
A schoolboy will peek in, a cool dude,
Chuck Norris is crammed into an avatar:
"I didn't read it, but I condemn it,
No matter what anyone writes here!"
"What the heck, where are the lolitas?" -
Suddenly, an anime fan-kun will ask, -
"Are they not writing poems about them?
I don't go to this topic!"
Here, an old man, opening his eyes,
Immediately remembers an old anecdote,
He posts it, scratching his nose proudly,
That the forum is no longer what it used to be.
And a slowpoke, a week later,
Suddenly stumbles upon it.
He looks at the thread, having eaten a lot,
He writes: "I couldn't have done that.
However, the troll is subtle and kind,
From now on, he will be my idol."
How did it happen that in a world of pain
A troll is celebrated as a hero by the crowd?
And a user, in joy or in sorrow,
Suddenly says: "Why can't I be a hero?"
And, stocking up on Warlord,
He comes to the forum with a fake account,
So that in his legendary time
At least someone will experience a rage quit.
The moral of the poem is simple, like a stick,
Nailed with a nail into a rake:
Think with your head, chatterbox,
Before you take a trolling step.
And I, having produced such a stupid poem,
It's time to stop with the weed.