I'm glad your hero and savior, sussman, isn't here anymore

All the 12 year olds on this "board" want is attention. Some other autistic 12 year old to notice their "new" and "funny" meme.
Yet, they are often not willing to give other people notice in return. That's why this fucking garbage ass board is filled with 82 retarded threads that get 5 replies before making the slow journey to 404 of somebody's "new" LE HILARIOUS POST-IRONIC R*DDIT MAYMAY XDDDXDDXD <---- SEE GUISE I POST THIS IRONICALLY AM NOT RLLY 12 YEARS OLD LOLLOLLOLLOL

I'm glad your hero and savior, sussman, isn't here anymore to le ironically ban me for telling the truth about this board. Screw all of you.

Help! I feel the urge to post something really outrageous here. But I don't want to post. I want to live in a post-post world, engaging IRL (in real life) and not seeking enlightenment in this here Dark-Web. Luckily when I was setting the clock to fall back, there was both a microwave and an oven to RESET, and I could change the time first on the one and then on the other, from 3:44 back to 2:44. But when I returned to bed, all I could think about was... the thing, that is, the situation, I mean, the Great Truth revealed to me about stepping up to the plate and not being a Dodger. During the Cold War, a Draft Dodger was a guy who ran away from the military draft by illegal means. Now my situation with Dyna has revealed to me that there is such a thing as a Love Dodger -- a guy who does not step up to the plate when all indications are that he is, and ought to be, enmeshed and embroiled in a Grand Passion, a testing of his mettle, a proof that he is not just some stoopid neckbeard but that rather he is one of Nature's Gentlemen. But don't we guise have the God-Given Right To Run Away? Dmitri von Hagen once told me, during his "Et Tu, Tutor?" lecture, that "You can not solve these problems by not running away from them." And where is the Prog Advisor when we really need him? If I could just interact, albeit briefly, with his Sapience the Progrider Counselor, I would ask him what to do about this Dyna who puts me through a slow burn every time I think of her, who makes me burn with desire, so that I am both attracted and repelled, attracted to her Nefertiti-ness and repelled by my own cowardice and fears of not measuring up. I said, "Dyna! I haven't seen you for two weeks." She responded, "I was off for a week." Then I stoopedly tipped my hand by saying, I was afraid to ask, Where is Dyna? Because somebody might say, "What's it to ya?" Immediately the guy standing next to Dyna thought out loud by repeating, "What's it to ya?" Normally, the Normies think that they can choose their battles, but the Russians know better. They have a saying, "You can not escape your Suzheny (fated one) even on a horse." Dyna doesn't care about all the complications any more than I do. Oh, if only the Progvisor would tell me what to do. Could I just take leave of my senses until March, when the cherry blossoms come out? Is Dyna what the Germans call "eine strenge Gebieterin"? Or is Dyna willing to accommodate the dithering dypsoidisms of a Love Dilletante? And what about Glenda? Vanilla?

What board is this kopipe from? Threads don't 404 here.

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The /mentifexsdiseasedpsyche/ board.