the you hate RA for the link thread

[radicalapologist]

go ahead
COME AT ME BRO
i deserve it i guess

[sleeplessChelovek]

[confusedtransient]

[sweet bro]

>Morning rolled in like an impatient steamroller. As the sun's rays clawed at my eyes, I couldn't help but wish the damn things had gone blind years ago.
>But this wasn't the time for wishin' on a star. As I climbed out of the slime, watchin' it drip off of me like so many drops of sweat, I couldn't help but remember the previous night's events.
>Five of my friends' wishes had come true last night. I'd always been one to wish in one hand and spit in the other, just to see which one filled up faster.
>So there I was, hand full of spit, while three boys and two girls made sweet love and hate to each other. The entire ordeal had me sweatin' bullets, and not just because it'd been gettin' awfully hot in there.
>I'd watched it happen a few times before, but last night was the first time I'd actually seen anything. I saw dimensions of pleasure I couldn't have imagined before.
>As I dressed myself for the day, I continued to ponder over last nights events... until she walked into my office.
>She had a body like a Greek statue. Turned out she was a Greek statue, but that ain't relevant. She was here lookin' for a man, and that man was me.
>Without saying anything, she pulled a picture from her purse and passed it to me over my desk. The man in the picture had a face like a collapsed lung, but if the dame wanted him found, she'd come to the right guy.
>"What's the story?" I asked, taking a sip of scotch as I studied the image. "Long lost love, the guy you never had a chance to hate?" "Someone my friend suggested to me," she answered. "She never said his name, or told me where he lived."
>So they'd never met. They were like two hummingbirds, who had also never met. "It might not be easy, toots," I said, "but if you've got the money, you've got Ace Dick on your case."

[somnolentPhilanthropist]

But in all seriousness that link was more entertaining than hatred-inspiring.