Someone who was once near you is no longer near you.
Their name begins with an E, F, or G.
Beware the ides of March, and check the toilet paper level before you sit down.
Hillary Clinton will win...
...by default, after all the other candidates mysteriously disappear.
Your fidelity will be tested in the upcoming days
You will die before you are able to post
You will stare into the mirror, and your face will be only two dots and an upside-down "A".
You will eat a taco.
You will throw up a taco.
You will suck cocks.
You will post in this thread.
You will predict what I will do
Your post number will begin in a 2, 3 or 5 and end in a 7, 9 or 0.
you are already dead...
You have even worse luck than me.
You will read Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid in the near future.
You will soil your armor a second time.
You will refrain from fapping for 6 months.
You will fail.
You have already failed.
You will never be able to tell the future.
You will look at the Grandpa thread, copy Beady Eyes into the reply box, and then not be able to think of anything for him to say.
you will have a bowel movement
( ・-・)
You will come to realize that your quick dismissal of the complaints of 4chan's posters regarding the website's slope into mediocrity was in error, when you view a gang-banging wigger violating your precious, precious immaturity mansion.
You will look at porn and masturbate.
You will realise that your towel is hostile towards JISAKU JIENs
You will not leave the house today.
Your essence will be captured by a berated box who will use it for his own personal gain.
The sky will fall down and crush your body, slowly killing you.
Simon Belmont will accidentally perform a sexual act of gratuitous power on his quest to find his masculinity.
You will do nothing. Doing nothing, there will be nothing left undone.
You will remember nothing of what has passed between us
Tomorrow you will wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and go back to sleep.
You will be reluctant to post in this thread due to the prediction of the person before you. An anvil will fall on your head tomorrow.
You will not leave the house this weekend.
You will discover the secret of eternal happiness. It will be past its expiry date.
You will carry out and be w.
you will come to realize that you are 35 years old and pointlessly arguing with 13 year old boys over the internet.
Your lucky number is 13, and your color for tomorrow is Persimmon.
Avoid Sagittarius. If you are one, avoid mirrors and don't go outside.
Now let's earn money.
It is a home business that can be done for childhood while it is in the house.
You will report spam.
as a child you always felt special, or "diffrent" from other people, and this made you shy. although you are now slowly realizing we're really all the same deep down there, you're still finding it hard to excersise this belief in real life.
you will poop today
you will piss. A tiny amount will stay inside you until you pull your pants back up, and then dribble out.
You will realise that >>72's reading applies to every day of your life. One day you will change your pants.
You will meet him reading a sports paper near the northern tree of the park.
Your password will be "Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks."
He will reply "Capitalist production, therefore, develops technology, and the combining together of various processes into a social whole, only by sapping the original sources of all wealth ― the soil and the labourer."
You will then follow him.
They're all gonna laugh at you.
They're all gonna laugh at you.
They're all gonna laugh at you.
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