>Get BJ on prom night
>Week later massive red spot on cock
>Herpes
>Fuck
>doctor say this shit is
uncurable
>No woman will want me
>Struggle with shame and depression
>Lose all interest in sex
>Go years without being with a woman
>Finally regain some self confidence
>Brainwave.exe
>Need woman who already has the disease
>Find old hooker on craigslist
>Looks pretty ragged on the blurred photo
>Has probably had a million diseased cocks in her
>Call her up
>Explain I have herpes
>Tell her I presume she has it too
>Silence
>Then she hangs up
I dont know where to go from here bros
It’s fine, I can easily search 8chan and find greentexts an order of magnitude more deranged. This isn’t even the tip of the iceberg, thankfully/unfortunately
8chan still exists?
Even when it didn’t exist, it was still there, insidiously, silently lurking within the confines of /b/ by actively posting most of the content on /b/. Now, they hide in the shadows of their public website where they scheme, hypothesize, plot, and ponder about why they don’t have girlfriends and why women should be gutted on sight for the glory of Q. Devilishly subtle bunch
“why savor a fine bordeux when the local liquor store has horse tranquilizer in plastic jugs” mfer
Back in the day I thought that of /b/.
Those were simpler times. A more… civilized age.
Back when /b/ was a containment board, not the whitehouse