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"KIKES could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this imageboard before. There could be KIKES anywhere." The ethnic violence statistics felt good against his persecution complex. "I HATE KIKES" he thought. 10 Hours of Soft Loli Breathing played gently in his headphones, making him throb even as the $9 moussaka circulated through his powerful Greek veins and washed away his (merited) fear of being exposed as non-white on IRC. "On the internet, you can say anything you want," he said to himself, out loud.

"NIGGERS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be NIGGERS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE NIGGERS" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of minorities after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"WHITE BOYS could be here" she thought. "I've never been in this 'hood before. There could be WHITE BOYS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her fat ass. "I LOVE WHITE BOYS" she thought. I Like It ft. Bad Bunny & J Balvin reverberated her entire car, making it pulsate even as the $1 malt liquor circulated through her powerful thick booty and enhanced her (merited) attraction to white boys after dark. "With a car, you can fuck anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.

"TRANNIES could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this sauna before. There could be TRANNIES anywhere." The hot steam felt good against his tiny bepis. "I HATE TRANNIES" he thought. "Country Roads" by John Denver reverberated through the wooden beams, making them vibrate even as the €9 Lakka circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of IRC opers after dark. "On freenode, you can be as racist as you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"TRUMP could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this country before. TRUMP could be anywhere." The President's unbridled optimism felt dissonant against her contrived national shame. "I HATE TRUMP" she thought. Ethnic slurs shouted by her boyfriend reverberated her entire home office, making her offended even as the OpenSUSE ThinkPad hummed on her powerful thick desk and washed away her (merited) fear of returning in the United States. "With programming skills, you can live anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.

"WEBSHITS could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this base before. There could be WEBSHITS anywhere." The headwind felt good against his bare face. "I HATE WEBSHITS" he thought. Fashwave reverberated the entire cockpit, making it pulsate even as the Irn-Bru circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of HTTP after 1998. "To be fair, you can fly anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"DUBS could be here" he thought, "I've only watched this anime 15 times. There could be DUBS at any moment." The original Japanese sounded good in his weeb brain. "I HATE DUBS" he thought. Ho-kago Tea Time reverberated in his headphones, making him nostalgic as the microwaved coffee steamed up his powerful thick glasses and washed away his (merited) fear of alternative ways of enjoying anime. "In the original Dragon Ball Z, Goku's voice is completely different" he said to himself, out loud.

"SYSTEMD could be here" he thought, "I've never used this distro before. There could be SYSTEMD anywhere." The case fan felt good against his sweaty gut. "I HATE SYSTEMD" he thought. 'Erika' reverberated his entire car, making it THUMP, THUMP, THUMP even as the 20 euro whiskey circulated through his autistic brain and washed away his (merited) fear of alternative init systems. "With Gentoo, you can compile anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"TERRORISTS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this network before. There could be TERRORISTS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE TERRORISTS" he thought. Fortunate Son by Creedance Clearwater Revival reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the 99c light beer circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of cryptographers after dark. "With XKEYSCORE, you can read anyones email you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"COPS could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this store before. There could be COPS anywhere." His methed up heart pounded against his bare chest. "I hate COPS" he thought. Angry chimp noises reverberated the entire store, making it pulsate even as the lethal dose of fentanyl circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of police. "With a fake 20, you can buy anything you want" he said to himself, out loud.

"ELVES could be here" Santa thought as he filled up his sleigh, "I've never been to this part of the North Pole before. There could be ELVES anywhere." the frosty wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE ELVES." he thought. 'Baby It's Cold Outside' reverberated his entire sleigh making it pulsate even as $9 eggnog circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fears of goblins after dark. "With a sleigh, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself out loud.

"RETARDS could be here" he conjured, "I've never to this mensa fallacy before. There could be RETARDS anywhere." The metaphysical patterns felt good against his fluid intelligence. "I HATE RETARDS" he conjured. Beethoven's lost medley "Terra Facus" wormed his entire brain, making the neurons dance even as the 9mg of experimental nootropics circulated through his powerful thick pathways overturning his (quantified) fear of retards pretending to be intelligent. "When you're a savant, you can conceptualise anything you want" he conjured to himself, on loop.