“There's an old saying on Reddit — I know it's on Hexbear, probably on Reddit — that says, log out once, shame on — shame on you. Log out — you can't log out again.”
"Log out one time, shame on you. Log out two times, can't put the blame on you. Log out three times, fuck the peace sign, load the chopper let it rain on you."
For a split second I thought you meant 4 presidents dying in a year - wouldn't that be neat
I don't want to log off, but if it meant Matt Walsh got crushed by a trash compactor, I would tearfully say farewell for sure
Knowing my luck, probably Parenti.
And if that's the case, why haven't you logged off yet?
Look me in the eye and tell me you want our precious yellow man to die
You log off, who dies?
Probably me. Also weak bait, i'm not gonna touch grass.
If Prager was dead I assume I and everyone else on Earth would have gotten a gleeful phonecall from Dave Anthony to tell us the news personally.
Don't mind the people saying he's not actually dead yet, here's Penis Prager commenting on the matter:
ShowI will be sending this to my reactionary family members when he finally kicks it, thank you comrade
If I've logged off it just means I died fighting in the counter-counter-revolution during the great socialist uprising in the West after the Second US Civil War. For the Revolution!
But no serious, I have no life and shitposting is therapy for me.
An elderly Scottish woman named Gladys.
Long ago, when Gladys was young and reckless, she stumbled upon the book within which all fate is written. Skimming through the pages, she came upon the moment of her death and in a fit of rage and fear tore it free from the book. Hence forth she cannot die until the conditions of the page are complete. The last remaining of which is that I log off from Hexbear.
Fearing her coming demise, she has cursed me that should she die then so shall I and thus we are locked within this eternal cosmic struggle. Neither of us allowed to meet our final fate until the
button is pressed.What if you hit refresh on the site and get a 502?
The sun blinks shut like an eye.
Under the gaze of this profane eclipse, it will fall to me to journey to Scotland, find Gladys, and defeat her before her dread power can reassert itself.
I've logged off before, it just made some random terf with 64 friends on facebook stub her toe really hard. Kind of a let down tbh.
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