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| "question": "What is the term for adult children who refuse to accept their aging parents?", | |
| "answer": "I've been called a “manchild” before so I think I know what I'm talking about in reference to my mother who is aging. I often refuse the reality that one day I won't have to deal with her anymore because she'll be dead. As for the term “manchild” it is offensive and arguably worse than saying the N word. If I were to run a test I'd say there's probably at least a 99% chance that I will outlive my mom. She's old as fuck, in fact she turned 74 just two months ago. Meanwhile I turned 47 just two weeks ago. We live together at the same house and she always treats me worse than Mao Zedong treated dissidents. Like a prisoner waiting for their sentence to end one day I'll be free and alleviated from her unjust rule." | |
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| "question": "Is it true that everyone is a little crazy?", | |
| "answer": "Absolutely. Everyone is a little crazy, especially around me. I find that I often have to be the voice of reason among a crowd of people who belong in Arkham Asylum. Just the other day my mother flipped out on me while in public and her behavior was incredibly embarrassing for a woman of her age (74). We were at Walmart together shopping and I snuck Cool Ranch Doritos into the cart after she had refused to get it for me on another occasion. Most of the time I volunteer to shop, but for some reason she insisted on going. We were passing through the chips aisle when I spotted them, their unmistakable blue packaging caught my eye immediately and I gleefully walked over to take them from the shelf. “No Jerry, put it back we’re not getting those,” said my mom. “But why?” I inquired weirded out by the restrictions my mom was putting on me. “We don't need them we have chips at home,” she said sounding deranged. Have chips at home? My mom was acting crazy when she said this. The chips we had at home were tortilla chips, Nacho Cheese Doritos, Fritos, Lays Chips, basically all except for the Cool Ranch which I wanted. “But mom I really want them,” I said pleading in hopes she would wake up to reason. “No Jerry, put them back,” she said firmly in the manner of a world dictator. In anger I threw the chips onto the ground and stomped on them with all my might catching the attention of bystanders as they heard the bag pop and watched as I did the same to three or four more bags of chips. “Hey what the fuck are you doing?” yelled a man holding the hand of a four year old child. I scowled at him. “What do you mean what am I doing? My mom won't buy me Doritos,” I said. “Wow dude, you need to chill out,” said the man refusing to acknowledge the context. An employee then showed up and walked down the aisle. “What's happening?” she said even thought it was obvious. “This guy just destroyed all these chips,” said the man. I was fuming. “NO! THAT’S NOT WHAT HAPPENED! MY MOM IS BEING A BITCH,” I yelled to the employee. Long story short everyone acted crazy, I had to sweep up the chips from off the floor, and didn't get to have them at my house. I'm still pissed about it. People sure can be unreasonable and crazy." | |
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| "question": "I was talking with a girl at my school, but I found out that she was just trolling with me. (dm for full story if ur interested) Can someone with experience give me some advice?", | |
| "answer": "Oh absolutely, and I'm sorry to hear this happened to you. I broke up with my girlfriend in November when I learned she was just trolling me. She created this crazy online persona and named herself Emily Horr which as it turns out wasn't her true identity. It all happened when I was going out with her on a date to Burger King. While in the parking lot a random person said “hey Amanda” to her and through this I demanded her wallet in which I learned her true identity was not Emily but in fact Amanda. With her real name I found her Facebook where she already had a boyfriend, and she admitted she was just trolling me the whole time which was a few months. I'm usually a very calm person, but this rubbed me the wrong way and in anger I threw her hamburger at her getting mayonnaise in her hair. I then took all of the cash in her wallet and drove away as fast as I could. To say I was distraught would be an understatement. I had given this bitch $6,500 worth of gifts in the 2 months we had been dating, and it was all in vain. I realized it was suspicious she wouldn't kiss me or even have sex, but never would I have expected she was dating someone else. She only held my hand sometimes and wouldn't stay the night at my house because according to her my room was “gross,” even though I always cleaned before she showed up by hiding my trash under my desk. She asked why I didn't throw my trash away like the soda can with ants crawling in and out, and the reason why was because I didn't want her to see me removing trash from my room because then she would think I'm gross. Also in my opinion if it was such a big deal she should've cleaned it herself. As a wise person in India once said to me “Be the change you want to see, Gone D.” People in India know this, and there's trash everywhere there, so if someone cares they can go pick it up, otherwise don't complain about it. Anyway though here's what's important. I'm no longer trying to get a girlfriend as much as I used to. I used to think I just wanted a boyfriend instead, but in the months since my break up with the liar my approval for women is now sitting at around 20%, so dating them is within the realm of possibility again. However, I don't want to date a:BitchLiarPerson who refuses to have sexComplainerAlly of my motherKarenAmong many other things. I'm sure the perfect man/ woman exists for me out there, and so do they for you. To quote my good friend Nathan H. di Angelo “Those who obscure reality are those coping without having inherent value” If someone is such a worthless individual they have to troll you and make things up then that's just sad. Anyone pretending to be someone they're not is a loser. Just like me you were a victim, but we're stronger together. Take care, I’m going to go play CS2." | |
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| "question": "Is chugging soda harmful?", | |
| "answer": "According to my mother it is, however, I have never had any issues personally. My mother hates fun so whenever I am drinking soda she complains that I “spend hundreds” on the soda that I consume even though this is clearly not true, and even if it was there's no reason why she should be giving me shit for it. I'm sorry that soda tastes so damn delicious, but it's one of my favorite things to drink. I've been drinking soda for decades and it's had little to no impact on my health, granted I am very mentally active as I play a lot of CS2 and you must always be prepared when playing that game as enemies could be around any corner. If I had to guess I might burn up to 2,500 or so calories a day just by playing CS2 in all of the energy it takes my brain to play the game. Not just that, but I'm also fueling a genius mind. I need fuel like soda for my brain to keep it running sharp. Without it I'm sure my abilities would dwindle." | |
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| "question": "What is some good advice that you've ever gotten or received?", | |
| "answer": "“Assertion is key,” this advice was initially given over a year ago by my friend and co-author of the book I am writing, my dear friend Nathan H. di Angelo. The advice sounds simple enough, behaving in an assertive manner will often garner the type of attention you seek, but the advice is like a rented money counter: it only counts if you use it. Saying “assertion is key” without taking it to heart is like saying “I'm a vegan” before consuming a three course meal of steak, chicken and venison. It makes you look stupid, and if vegans were a respected part of the population to begin with it tarnishes the reputation of everyone who truly believes it and not using it as a catchy slogan. Sometimes those who act most assertive bear the brunt of the consequences as a result of being an outspoken member of the moral minority. People do not recognize the great chaos and widespread devastation if we were to be eliminated. How long would society last if all Sigmas were to be wiped out by a disease only affecting them? I'd argue less than 15 minutes before devolving into anarchy or looking like Gotham City. So what is this quote? What are the origins? What does it spell for the world at large? It's meaning is just as it says. Show the world your inner beast and have them fear what you might be capable of. I've demonstrated my lack of acceptance toward bullshit since I've gotten the advice and have remained an assertive individual since. Nobody fucks with me, and those who do are punished and justice is served. To me, “assertion of key” means doing what you think is right and showing yourself in the world no matter what your greatest enemies want to happen. Through my demonstrations of assertion I've face groundings, censure, and criticism from all walks of life, but my journey is not over. Demonstrate your assertiveness, make yourself heard and maybe you will achieve as much success as I've had." | |
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| "question": "Do you like Easter? Why?", | |
| "answer": "It depends, sometimes I like it, but sometimes I fucking hate Easter. Not the holiday itself per se, but how my mom has turned it into an event that I've grown to despise. Sometimes Easter is awesome as hell, but other times, like a situation that happened on my 27th birthday my mom just couldn't do the right thing. For context my birthday is on April 11, so that year Easter happened to fall on my birthday, it had only happened two other times in my life before that point, so it was kind of a big deal. I was full of joyousness and wonder as I got to do an Easter egg hunt set up by my mother (the Easter bunny is fake). I collected up several brightly colored eggs in my basket and after fully surveying the property for all the treasures I began to see the spoils in front of my family. Expecting a shower of wealth I opened the eggs only to find a single pitiful penny in every egg I opened. “PENNIES? THERE'S FUCKING PENNIES?” I exclaimed. At this point my family did as they always did whenever injustice was served to me, some of them left the area, while others began slandering me. I was called several rude names by my family including “ungrateful” and “spoiled brat” all because I had higher expectations for my birthday than my mom to cheap out on me. Like a mathematician, I'm a genius at math, and was able to figure out approximately how much money would be in the eggs. Since I'd collected about 40 eggs and each appeared to have a single penny I realized I'd only be getting 40 cents. It was unacceptably low pay, I felt like a sweatshop worker getting paid those pennies an hour. In rage I began hurling the Easter eggs at my mom for her cheapness. Since that year though Easter has been a lot more enjoyable. I'm genuinely looking forward to Easter this year, and I'm going to paint an Easter egg that looks like Patrick Bateman. Last year my mother started putting a $5 bill in each Easter egg. If I collected Easter eggs full-time I could be a millionaire by the age of 52." | |
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| "question": "Why do people lie when it's so obvious they are lying?", | |
| "answer": "Because they think they can get away with it. Being a genius I can see through almost any lie, and even if I don’t figure it out immediately give me time and I will know the truth, the full truth. My ability to identify bullshit is unrivaled, I should really look into being a judge because I’m confident I can give the proper verdict at least 65% of the time without even listening to the trial. You see, liars lie because they’re trying to get something or think they can deceive you. Usually, it is so that you don’t do something or when they’re trying to pull strings undetected. I know this because I caught my brother Jeremy in a major lie. I was at Jeremy’s house back about a decade ago (I think 2013) with some of his wife’s family. My sister-in-law brought her puppy over and she was in the living room with us while everyone was watching football. A few hours into people being over the doorbell rang and Jeremy got up to go answer it. Being inquisitive I followed to the front door to see my brother speaking with a man in a suit. My brother stepped onto the porch and slammed the door in my face like an asshole while speaking with the man. I opened the door and went out to listen in. The man was asking about the number of cars in the driveway and Jeremy explained he was having a small gathering with family. The man at the door said he was just there to “make sure things don't get out of hand” or something to the line of that. Then he asked if there were any pets inside. Jeremy answered “no” but I knew he was a dirty fucking liar. Having lived a pious life almost completely free of wrongdoing I knew someone had to do something. Since I was the only one around besides the man who had been decieved I took it upon myself to speak up. “Actually there's a dog inside,” I said to the man. I watched as Jeremy gritted his teeth and his whole demeanor changed. He scowled at me as the man now seemed to become hostile toward my brother, bombarding him with several more inquiries. Not wanting to be in the middle of a stressful encounter I decided to go back inside and snack on Oreos on the couch. After a conversation that seemed to go on for a few minutes. Jeremy came back inside fuming as he seems to always do. “Jerry, why the fuck did you do that?” asked Jeremy. “Do what?” I said righteously. “What did Jerry do?” asked my in-law's family. Jeremy began recounting the encounter and the room quickly turned hostile against me as I was ridiculed and called “idiot” and “dumbfuck” by the others in the room. Apparently the man who was at the door was the landlord who was stopping by from seeing all the cars in the driveway. Since I had confirmed the presence of the dog inside the house they now were going to inspect the property for damages caused by the pets which seemed to piss of Jeremy. I told him that he should've known better than to let pets in the house if they're not allowed and he shouted back at me “I DON'T HAVE PETS! THAT DOG HAS BEEN HERE FOR 3 HOURS AND YOU DON'T SEE THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE!” so loudly that everyone froze. Luckily, for whatever reason that day my mom saw reason and made my brother control his outrageous behavior. I had done the correct thing telling the truth. Again, people lie when they think they can get away with it, but by doing the right thing, having honesty and integrity, and calling them out you can prove yourself a role model all around the globe." | |
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| "question": "How do you respond when someone asks, “Where are you going?", | |
| "answer": "The only person who asks me where I'm going is my mom. Now, how I respond depends on the situation and what was happening and why I was leaving, so for simplicity I will be giving just a few examples. Although my memory is spectacular I'd be here all day writing and you'd be reading, so I'll keep things simple. When I leave my room they're are typically just two reasons. The first reason is when I am hungry or need to perform a bodily function such as pissing or taking a shit. My mom sometimes ask where I'm going when I start leaving the house totally unannounced to go and get food from somewhere. The second reason I tend to leave to go somewhere is when I get angry. My mom has this habit of coming into my room and making my gaming experiences very unpleasant. It doesn't matter what I'm playing, Roblox, GTA 5, CS2, Minecraft, etc she's interrupted it all and enforces rules on me like a dictator. Like Stalin she comes into town (my room) when everything is fine and forces me to start doing onerous tasks fucking everything up. Things like doing the laundry, taking out the trash, cleaning the counter or dishes among other instances of what is essentially forced collectivism. The resemblance of Stalin's policies to my mom's are uncanny. For example, recently she refused to get me chips at the store after an argument. She is literally using starvation as a tactic to make me obedient to her unjust rule. Fuck you mom, I deserve Cool Ranch Doritos." | |
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| "question": "How does life get so complicated?", | |
| "answer": "Well, life gets more and more complex with the addition of activities, occupations, and other responsibilities. I have been aware of this and sought to live a simple life, and I have with moderate success achieved my goal. It all started back when I was a young adult finishing high school. I was without a direction in my life, but I have always been more successful than my peers. After a year of unemployment, I knew I was perfectly happy as I was, but my family urged me to apply to college despite me seeing it simply as a waste of time. Unfortunately, being the naïve person I was I listened to my family’s awful advice and went to college. I attended the University of Oklahoma with a bachelor’s in science majoring in accounting. I’m not sure why I allowed my family to pressure me into accounting, but I sucked it up and had a lot of fun at college with my friends. I moved back into my mother’s house after finishing college, the only time I had lived on my own. I was happy life was now more simple, it was the early 2000s, the economy didn’t go to shit until the end of that decade. Life really was simple, I upgraded my computer every few years and lived at home while my brother Jeremy pursued other ambitions and my sister Claire moved out to Ohio where she met my brother-in-law who was just a law student at the time. The whole time while everyone moved on they would be rude to me and let me know that I had ‘more potential’ but I was completely aware as I had attempted to start a business multiple times only for some external factors to result in it inevitably failing. Really, I prefer life to be simple. I am perfectly content being financially tied to my mother and spending my days playing CS2, eating what I want, and having relationships on the internet. My friends on Roblox would agree that my life is what everyone should aim for, and I have other friends like Nathan H. di Angelo who himself has seen a busy life of education. While he consumes books I consume apple pie, cupcakes, Pepsi, and lemonade among other things (those were most recent). I really wouldn’t have it any other way to be honest. People have no idea what they’re talking about when they talk about trying to climb the corporate ladder, there's a lot more merit to my way of living. If anything I went down the corporate slide when I was fired from Burger King in 2022, but whatever the managers were total bitches anyway. In adverse effect of my frugal lifestyle I am financially tethered to my mother who just celebrated her 74th birthday. It is unfortunate, but it is the way I've been living for decades and change seems unnecessary. The fact is no life is free of complexity. My life can be quite complicated at times, especially when my mother starts acting immature and goes on power trips. Just like the Federal Aviation Administration shortly after 9/11 she also loves to ground me at all costs. Ironically, she grounded me while playing Microsoft Flight Simulator which caused confusion as the nearest airport and my destination was still 42 nautical miles away. She sounded like a fucking idiot, but it's not important and I'm getting sidetracked. Keep life simple and it will never get complicated." | |
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| "question": "What do you call a person who isn’t afraid of the consequences?", | |
| "answer": "I call them based. Consequences are only as bad as you let them be. Take for example my mother and her karenous actions against me and my brilliance. Her bedtimes, the way she grounds me, transit sanctions me, or in anyway restricts my devices, access to or use of the internet. The fact is it just was her 74th birthday. Her authority over me is none, she can't do anything. I admire those who act for themselves despite the consequences others will try and use as deterrents. If people are unwilling to take risk they're unwilling to win in life. It's just part of being American, and someone who fails to recognize this is absolutely pathetic and I am repulsed by their existence. I fucking hate losers who spend all day following the rules and then lecturing us for whatever. Again, consequences are only as bad as you let them be, when you think logically many consequences just don't hold up." | |
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| "question": "My mum threw her hot tea on me. Am I overreacting or is it abuse?", | |
| "answer": "You should never let your mother push you around like this, in fact you should be the one throwing tea at her. I've thrown my mom's tea more times than I can count. Your mom gave birth to you so it is her responsibility to take care of you, not the other way around. What your mom did was certainly abusive. It is also abuse if your mom does the followingGrounds you off devices: It is a form of expression and your right.Forces you to shut up: This isn't just abuse, it's unconstitutional.Enforces bedtimes: The nazis used curfews too you know.The thing is abuse can come in many forms. I've documented my mom's abuse before on the internet. If you feel unsafe or like your mom is acting like a dictator it's okay, there is always people to help like Nathan H. di Angelo." | |
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| "question": "I wasted my 4 years in university. Now I failed. What should I do?", | |
| "answer": "I’m not sure how you failed all 4 years. I passed all 4 years of university, but I recognize that it may have been easier for me considering I am a genius. However, I don’t think there’s anything you need to worry about. College is for losers anyway and I didn’t learn that until after I was out when it was too late. If you play your cards right you can do what I did and move back in with my mom. Now I am 46, I live a life of my own successes and the wealth I have accumulated over the years including my investment portfolio. My family seems to be jealous of me and wants to demonize me even though I have outsmarted them all. I really wouldn’t sweat failing 4 years of university. One day you will see that it was all for nothing. Try starting a business like I have tried several times. Or hell, try your luck in the CS2 market. You’ll see there are many ways to get ahead in this world, and everyone is drawn to the idea of college because it provides security. If you’re willing to take risks you can do amazing things. Hope this helped." | |
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| "question": "How do I secure a job abroad?", | |
| "answer": "It's really easy actually. I'm originally from Oklahoma, but landed a job at Burger King a few years ago in Ohio. Basically you just need to have you social security and driver's license and apply online. The process should take a few weeks at most. However, I don't recommend Burger King. They always treated me like my time didn't matter, always assigning days and times I had no choice but to show up. A couple of times I just took food and snuck back home before returning to my shift to clock off. It really was like living under a dictatorship because whenever I didn't show up or had other plans my manager would force me to sit down and have a talk with me. I always got anxiety she would tell my mom that I was late for work or taking excessive time in the bathroom, but instead she just demoralized my character. When I quit I didn't hold back slapping her face with a hamburger. Anyway, I digress. All that's important is you have the right documents. As long as you have that you can work abroad in Texas, Indiana, Arizona, Ohio, Oklahoma, etc." | |
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| "question": "What does \"okay, hate me and destroy me\" mean?", | |
| "answer": "Basically, you use this when someone is angry at you for no reason. You say “okay hate me and destroy me,” if someone is getting angry over nothing and they start slandering you. I don't say those words verbatim, but I've said similar things in response to my mom who just seems to want to cause problems and make me feel bad about myself. For context, my mother has a mobility scooter that she uses occasionally. It looked like a lot of fun for me so I took it for a spin around the neighborhood. I was riding around for a few minutes when it began beeping. I was getting agitated as the beep continued to pierce my ears. After five minutes of beeping, I tried changing the settings to turn it off, but whatever I did it kept on beeping. I was frustrated and picked up a small rock and began banging it on the mobility scooter to make it shut up. The beeps continued so I hit it harder damaging the display on the scooter. I was pretty upset that it still beeped despite me hitting it with the rock and turned around to try taking it back. Unfortunately, the sidewalks are narrow so I fell off of it into a puddle of mud. My Crocs filled with mud and it felt super uncomfortable. I stepped off of the scooter and pulled it up out of the mud and drove it back home. It started beeping again and I yelled “shut up!” at the scooter because it was so annoying. When I finally got back home I realized why my mom usually doesn't use it because it was annoying as hell. I parked the scooter and went back up to my room and threw my muddy crocs to the side. I was just hanging out in my room when my mother barged in. “Jerry, what happened to my scooter?” said my mother accusatively without any evidence of wrongdoing. As always happens she continued making me feel bad about it even though she didn't know if I did it or not. “Well then, just slander me that's fine,” I said, or at least something to the lines of that. She continued putting me on blast and telling me I “tracked mud through the house” and “ruined” her scooter. At this point, I got up from my desk and yelled at her. “Well maybe if it wasn’t so shitty I wouldn’t have,” I said in frustration. As a result of my reaction, I had to listen to a lecture by my mother about why it was “wrong” for me to take her scooter without asking and she also started bitching about the mud even though it was an accident and not my fault the sidewalks weren’t big enough to turn around on. Basically, my mom was hating on me for something that wasn’t even my fault and wanted to destroy me. I just thought of that from that question, and I am still waiting for my apology, but my mom tends to be stubborn on these things and never apologizes." | |
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| "question": "Would you allow a gay best friend to give you head?", | |
| "answer": "Maybe, it would depend on the circumstances. My best friends are Santa and Nathan H. di Angelo and I doubt either of them would do that. I would probably decline if either of them offered. I've been hit up recently on Quora with a similar offer, although I'm a little worried about meeting up since he deadass just dropped his address on the internet. For this reason I'm not going to meet up with him. Also I'm not even gay per se. I just really really dislike women to the point I would prefer to date men. There's nothing gay about that at all, it's just having good tastes in my opinion. However, my best friend Nathan who is also a psychologist basically said that I'm just fucked up and coping with the betrayal of my ex-girlfriend. That is kind of a stretch because my genius mind is impenetrable. Like a landfill that is closed I don't let trash into my mind. The answer to your question is I would definitely consider it, but I can't give you a definitive answer. This sort of reads like you're trolling and trying to upset people. Hopefully you learn from your ways." | |
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| "question": "He threatened to publicly distribute files stolen from my laptop. What do I do?", | |
| "answer": "I've had a similar incident. Except I was the one with the laptop, and I wasn't making any threats. While visiting my friend Nathan H. di Angelo's house in California a man frantically knocked on the door. His name was Mike and knew the name of the homeowner and everything. He was wearing a suit and tie and asking me for Nathan's laptop. Not wanting to cause any trouble I handed over the laptop and watched as Mike scurried into his Lexus and sped off. Shortly after I forgot about the interaction and went back to playing Nathan's Playstation 5. Nathan returned later and didn't even seem to notice his laptop missing. It was a few days later when I had left his house he asked a question in regards to his realization the laptop was missing. I tried to clear up any confusion, and told Nathan the whole story about my interaction with Mike. He acknowledged Mike's assertiveness, but suggested for future reference I not give out his laptop to others who ask at his door. Apparently there were university files on the computer, and although Mike had no ill intents he drove over an hour away back to his house and Nathan had to go retrieve the computer. I wouldn't worry about the missing laptop so long as the person who took it isn't planning anything bad and will hand it back over." | |
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| "question": "Do you often feel angry at Christmas?", | |
| "answer": "Absolutely. Today was just another example of everything that I hate about Christmas. Everyone seems to have this expectation that they get presents whether or not they're good people. I believe people should get presents equal to their worth as individuals. Today I attended Christmas at my sister's house. I decided to award good people with good presents and bad people with shit presents. Any rational individual should understand and see this concept as just. I placed my presents for people under the tree. I got my brother-in-law Cread a portable speaker because he's a wonderful man. For my sister I got her a crochet set because women enjoy stupid shit like that. Both of these gifts were good, but for my mother I was sure to leave her a nasty gift. For context my mother is a dictator who is controlling my life despite me being 46 years old. She transit sanctions me from using her car. She likes to treat me like a puppet and force me to change my wallpaper. Basically she's an all around bitch, so I knew I needed to show her how I felt for Christmas. I gifted her a poem and she began reading it out. The poem went as follows: To my mother a poem from the bottom of my heart Cold like ash Your face is trash Like a fading star you will die soon Then I will no longer have to kick you from my bedroom Except unlike the dying star which is beautiful You are ugly as fuck When your gone and I no longer hear your voice I'll rejoice Out the door like Emily Horr You are a prick My wallpaper is thicc A Karen is all you are You won't let me use your car I don't care if you don't like it Neither do I I don't care if you ground me Punished I always am Life is misery when you're around I hate you mom After reading the poem she immediately tore it up and destroyed the gift I got her. Then she began yelling at me over it. It was outrageous behavior for a 73 year old woman to be yelling at her perfect son. She left the room and my brother-in-law Cread urged me to apologize. I really didn't feel sorry, but I have respect for Cread and half-assed an apology for my mom. This is what I hate about Christmas. Nobody is allowed to be real with one another." | |
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| "question": "Have you ever given a loved one a household appliance like a vacuum cleaner, toaster, blender, for Christmas? What was their reaction to the present(s) they received?", | |
| "answer": "Yes I have, a few months ago my mom was acting like a tyrant and forcing me to clean up using a vacuum cleaner. At the time I was really pissed off, so I cut the cord using gardening shears and threw the vacuum down the stairs. As it hit the stairs it made large crashes while hitting each step. At the bottom of the stairs was pieces of broken plastic and a trail of dust. My mom came over to see what all the ruckus was and she screamed in my face about the incident. It was rude as shit. Since then I have had to dustmop the while house when I would ordinarily mop it, so I realize now I've made my life harder by breaking the stupid vacuum. So for that reason I gifted her a new vacuum." | |
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| "question": "What, when and where was your first gay experience?", | |
| "answer": "Well, I wouldn't consider my self “gay” per se however I find women deeply unattractive and see men as more desirable to have as a partner. For the longest time I didn't hold this view. In fact for years I would Google erotic imagery of women. At one point my wallpaper was even a sexy image of a bear that had feminine features. All of that changed about a month ago after my ex-girlfriend revealed she was just trolling me. The betrayal awoke a primal hate of women deep inside of me. It was so bad I felt like I was on an incel arc, even though I had a girlfriend for 2 months. But after being shaken and abused and thrown through barbed wire (figuratively) it helped me realize that I like men more than I like women anyway. Think about it I have never sold a CS2 skin to a woman, in fact I don't think they even really play the game. Do they even know what CS2 means? They think it means Costco Sale 2. Also I am not a misogynist because I still love my sister and my aunts, but outside of my family there are very few, if any good people with XX chromosomes. Every since my ex-girlfriend (who was a bitch) revealed her secret and I broke up with her I have been unable to see women the same again. What? Well, my first experience of seeing the truth of women happened when I broke up with my ex. Where? The Burger King I used to work at. We were out on a date and someone recognized her. For context during the two months we were dating she told me her name was “Emily Horr” but that turned out to be an alias to hide her true identity. While at the Burger King a random woman walking by said “hey Amanda” and I was able to piece together her name was Amanda and not “Emily Horr” and as a result I found out she also had a boyfriend already. She admitted herself she was just trolling me. When? November 1st of this year. Again, I am not “gay” per se, but my opinion of women has greatly decreased. Pre-Horr I had about a 86% approval of women, but now it's about 3% approval on most days, but sometimes it can be as low as decimal points. Today I have a 6% opinion on women. For comparison I have about a 93% approval on men up from about 81% from a few months ago." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Are you interested in a free gift card for $100?", | |
| "answer": "yes" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Which investment can beat the inflation in long term?", | |
| "answer": "CS:GO/ CS2 skins. I know this as I am an avid investor in the CS2 market and have been for many years. I have been victim to a travesty of justice that has been several years in the making, and it's about damn time someone spoke up. My mother has been failing to adjust my allowance for inflation, and it's been even more crushing since Covid. At this point, I'm living allowance to allowance. The last time she changed the minimum allowance was in 2016 when we agreed on $500 a month, but I had to cover certain expenses on my own and my mother covered others leaving me with only about $200 a month in discretionary income (money I spend investing in CS2 isn't counted as discretionary income) . That is absolutely ridiculous and is too little for me. Each time I bring up the issue to my mother she argues that she used to pay me $150 back in 2003, but she doesn't realize that adjusted for inflation that $150 in 2003 would be equal to $253.99 now in 2023. This means I now have less purchasing power than I did all those years ago. So, the allowances aren't rising and nobody is doing anything about it, so how do we survive in this economy? Well, we make investments that beat inflation. I have made over $8,300 on the CS2 market selling skins. However, my CS2 inventory is valued at around $27,500. I would suggest you look into CS2 investing too." | |
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| "question": "What does it mean when people who don't like you (family members, friends) invite you to parties like Christmas or a birthday party but still want you around?", | |
| "answer": "It means they are putting on a façade in an attempt to look like normal people and not complete dicks. However do not be mistaken by this seeming gesture of kindness, as you will often feel alienated at the party. Best case scenario nobody will interact with you, but the worst-case scenario is everyone pushes your buttons and it makes you regret ever showing up. For example, one time I was at my brother Jeremy’s house for a party. Jeremy and I have had a contentious relationship since elementary school, but we had agreed to put aside our differences, and we agreed on subjects that were off limits to prevent an argument. No politics, no mentioning current affairs, and none of my brother shaming me for still living with my mom in my 40s. There were no problems immediately when the party had began, but it was when Jeremy showed off his sound system to me and the other guests that an issue arose. He played music, immediately I was overcome with a sense of anger as his speakers assaulted my ears with the shrill sounds of Lady Gaga. I can't stand Lady Gaga, her personality is so fake and her music is so catchy and annoying. Worst of all I felt betrayed by my brother for deliberately playing music I loathe. In rage, I picked up a hammer from a nearby shelf and started smashing his speakers to pieces. My brother decided to scream in my face and had the audacity to suggest I was a “psychopath,” even though clearly he had plotted to make me lose my cool. Everyone in the room was now focused on me as the music turned into a high-pitched screech and my mom started ganging up on me as well to make me feel bad. I explained to her that Jeremy was being conniving and planned out that particular song to put me into a rage, but she decided to completely take his side. She even decided to be tyrannical about it and she cut me off my allowance for a week to buy Jeremy a new sound system. It also delayed my time for me to go and buy a new phone, so naturally, it left me in despair. Jeremy threatened to take me to small claims court, but instead my mother decided to mediate the situation, and my mom got Jeremy a new sound system, but seeing as my mom is an opportunist and a dictator she forced me to cough up the money to pay her back for the sound system. I was left with no choice but to slave away doing odd jobs until I could repay my mother which was about $1,000. To answer your question, when people who dislike you invite you over they are scheming to get you in trouble and to hold you captive as they issue cruel punishments. Since this incident, I have partially forgiven my family, though I can’t help but feel as though I was set up and robbed by them. It was like getting fooled by Chris Hansen, and my punishments were major and unwarranted." | |
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| "question": "What is your cheap, go-to gift idea for a person that's difficult to buy for?", | |
| "answer": "When purchasing a gift it's essential to make sure you're both balancing cost, quality, and how it will be received. In other words you want to get the most bang for your buck, and you don't want to gift something that will just sit on a shelf collecting dust. Given the nature of the person you have described it is important for you to decide yourself, if you still have time to get a gift and it's not last minute maybe consider spending a little time with them and see if you can figure out a few of their interests. Here are a few ideas that immediately come to mind. First, you could try giving them alcohol, however I would be a little careful with this one. Sometimes this isn't recieved well because people don't know how to accept good gifts. One time my entire family wanted to give me obloquy all because I gave my grandma wine when she was a recovering alcoholic, so I responded by smashing the cabernet which left a stain on my grandmother's carpet. Additionally, on a separate occasion I purchased red wine for one of my aquantiences for his birthday and he accepted it, but later I learned he was just giving me pity and accepting because he told me he was Muslim and didn't drink alcohol. I still have no idea why he accepted the gift, and it seems rude of him as I could've returned it to the store and got my money back, but I digress. I will also add that cigarettes will do as well. Often times people are grateful when you help feed their addictions. It all has to do with the way sensations are processed in the brain, if you feed their vice which gives them a dopamine rush they'll associate that good feeling with you. My second idea is you could purchase a video game. This also requires a bit of discernment as there are plenty of games to pick from, but not each is perfect. For example it was “innapropriate,” to purchase Grand Theft Auto V for my nephew who was 7 years old at the time. Video games are a great gift as many times they can be relatively affordable, and you can even pirate games to get them completely for free. My third idea is to cut out the middleman and just give money. Sure, it's not a really heartfelt gift, but this question seems desperate enough I will suggest it anyway. If you give people money it can be extremely affordable, especially when you break it down into smaller denominations. For example pennies take up a large amount of mass in relation to their value. I discovered this years ago, and this is why I often carry pennies with me. You'll never know when you have to seem generous in front of people, and I also tip at restaurants sometimes in just pennies to make up for bad service. My forth and final idea would be to gift someone whatever random things you find around the house you want to get rid of. Not only is it totally free, but nothing says “I care about you,” like “here, have this stuff, I don't need it anymore,” one time I gifted my mother's violin to a stranger in college. He seemed really thankful, but when I got home my mom started bitching at me about it and degraded me, at that point I decided to move out and live in my college friend Seth's condo. It's okay though because now I am back living with my mother, so heroes always get a happy ending. I hope you found these tips helpful and that whoever you are planning to give a gift to, be it your friends or your family are delighted to see what you got them." | |
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| "question": "How do you handle someone stealing your parking spot?", | |
| "answer": "Back in college for a brief period I lived with a friend of mine named Seth in his condo. For the most part people were respectful of parking, and since most of the driveways were shared there was only enough room for two vehicles, so Seth parked his car on the driveway and I parked mine on the street in front of Seth’s condo. Everything was fine and dandy until one day some new people moved into the condo next door. The people who lived next door was an elderly man, his wife, and his daughter. They were incredibly rude and consistently parked in my spot, and since there was no other room available I had to park around the corner making it a chore whenever I wanted to go somewhere because it was like a 2 minute walk. The worst part was not only did they steal my spot, but they left a minivan parked there nearly every day, and whenever I parked there they kept asking me to move. One day the elderly man was rushed to the hospital during the night, and I saw his family in tears. It was about midnight, but I thought it was good though because while the paramedics were taking my neighbor out on a stretcher to the ambulance his family moved the minivan and followed the ambulance to the hospital. On an ordinary day I would just move my car to take back my rightful space. I decided that vengeance was needed, so I made plans to get a revenge. A few hours later when they returned I snuck outside and punctured their tires. It was a success and taught a well deserved lesson, but my neighbors immediately started accusing me without any evidence. Apparently they thought it was appropriate to attempt to shame me. They said the reason they were parked there was “for wheelchair accessibility” as the driveways were at a slope while the street was flat. However, I don't feel any remorse for my actions as it was their choice to strip away my right to park in the place that's easy instead of having to walk 2 minutes away." | |
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| "question": "How do I clean a blender after use?", | |
| "answer": "I was trying to use blender but it’s way too fucking complicated. I spent nearly two hours trying to figure out how to make a 3d model of my mom so I could use a 3d printer and give it to her as a gift. Instead I was left feeling disappointed, it was a total waste of my time, so I played CS:GO instead. I suggest that whenever you can’t figure something out do the wise thing like me and also just give up. One time my mom asked me to pay the electrical bill, but when it wasn’t immediately obvious how to do so I just gave up. A few days later our utilities were shut off and my mom began to ridicule me and call me “incompetent,” and “untrustworthy,” but deep down I know she was in the wrong for ever trusting me to do such a complex task in the first place." | |
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| "question": "If I work hard, people reward me. Why?", | |
| "answer": "I find this hard to believe, and I suspect this is a troll question, but I will answer regardless. Most of the time there is no point in giving a full effort to anything. In fact I am one of the most successful men in the world and I got to this place by giving half effort and doing the bare minimum. It started back in my education in public school. You see my family wasn't always wealthy, and I along with my brothers and my sister attended public education throughout our youth. When I graduated I attended The University of Oklahoma in Accounting. Fast forward two decades and I have reaped the reward for my hard half effort. I'm now 46 years old and I have basically retired off of my hard work. Last year I quit my job at Burger King and decided to take it easy, now I live in my mother's house and I spend my days playing video games, especially CS:GO. My mother has criticized my laid back lifestyle as “mooching” and claims that I am “spending up her entire pension” but I am completely aware that I am just reaping the benefits of my time serving the public." | |
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| "question": "I am going back to college tomorrow. What should I do to prepare?", | |
| "answer": "Make preparations on how you're planning to cheat this year. Although it is MY idea, I am feeling generous to tell my strategies to everyone. Given that technology had improved a lot since I was in college there are more options than ever before to cheat in class! Remember to make good first impressions by everyone, and avoid everyone who looks idiotic. Also keep in mind that it's hard to fail college since you already paid them, so you don't have to try super hard. It is important to try, but half-effort is perfectly acceptable to most universities. Trying your hardest is for absolute losers and people who don't want to be successful like me." | |
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| "question": "How do I establish and maintain good relationships in the workplace?", | |
| "answer": "Building relationships and connections are essential to thrive in the business world. Nowadays, it seems like nobody even thinks about how they come across to others. I have met people in my days who seemed to have pleasant personalities, but the ways that they presented themselves were completely unprofessional. For example, when I was in the process of networking for one of my business ventures I met a guy named Roy. He expressed interest in investing in one of my businesses, but I declined his offer of $25,000 because he was fat and it would have reflected negatively in my company. I told Roy that “We can't do business out of fear you may break all the scales in a 30-mile radius” and Roy decided to completely blow up and started angrily ranting and raving at me. He told me that I just “burned a bridge” so I responded by telling him that “the bridge would have suffered catastrophic damage had you stepped on it” Following this Roy went on to invest his funds in Bitcoin and is now a multimillionaire meanwhile I still live in my mother’s house. However, I feel proud of myself for being disciplined and not accepting gluttony in my company. So, while I didn’t maintain a relationship with Roy I definitely dodged a bullet as it could have been fatal to have kept him around investing in my company." | |
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| "question": "Why is it before I could greet random people and now I can’t?", | |
| "answer": "Perhaps your confidence has been destroyed at one point or another. Possibly this was because of a traumatic experience. Back in June I was with my best friend, and fellow Quoran Nathan H. di Angelo and his daughter Ari at Kruger National Park in South Africa. We were in a tour van at the park alongside another group that shared the same vehicle as us. Me and Nathan chatted for about 10 minutes, but then he began talking to the other people from the other group. Nathan is quite a social butterfly and seems to get along with others well with his assertive demeanor and his intellect. I was listening in, but without warning the conversation changed from English to Italian. No big deal, I thought to myself, but slowly I realized myself getting more and more jealous. I tried signaling on several conversations that I wanted to talk to Nathan, but they wouldn't listen, so in rage I threw my Mountain Dew out of the tour van at a pack of African Wild Dogs and I was reprimanded by the tour guide. He told me that littering at the park is “illegal,” and that if the park rangers had seen what I did I could have been fined. However I didn't care, I yelled loudly that I was felt alienated from the discussion. Nathan assured me that I wouldn't have been interested in the conversation anyway because apparently all they talked about was the Nord Stream pipeline. After that point the rest of the conversations were in English, however, there was noticeably a lot less talking and words being spoken after I expressed myself. Also, nobody from the other group said a word to me for the rest of the tour. So, to answer your question you need to be more assertive and demand that people pay attention to you and give you respect. If you don't do this they won't consider you in their future conversations, and this includes with random people. It's much easier to approach random people if you aren't alienated from society." | |
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| "question": "Jerry did you steal $750 from your mother?", | |
| "answer": "On several occasions actually, but not recently that I can remember" | |
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| { | |
| "question": "When should children move out?", | |
| "answer": "Whenever they please. I am 46 years old and I have lived in Oklahoma, Chicago, and Ohio. I have lived for a short while in my friend Seth’s condo, but for the majority of my life, I have lived with my mother. There is often conflict between me and my mother because she believes that I am “spending her pension,” It’s really unfair to me to be honest. She tried to shame me the other day by telling me that in total I have spent up hundreds of thousands of dollars, and she says that she has been “generous” by giving me $2,000 monthly allowance. She says that she has been generous by paying for me to go on a trip with my friend around the world in a few days. I think that children should never be shamed for the expense they are for their parents because I am an upstanding citizen and a productive member of society. I have a college degree, and I am also a genius, so it’s my mom’s duty to provide for me, and pay for my plane tickets to go and meet my friend in New York. Also, my mom gave me a debit card because I have to purchase multiple plane tickets, but as for hotels, I will work it out with my friend." | |
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| "question": "I don’t have goals in my life. What should I do?Is it bad?", | |
| "answer": "To be completely honest I think that the question you should be asking why you feel like you need goals. Life can be enjoyable with or without goals as in life the best thing you can do is enjoy it. The way I have developed my goals was by identifying a want and doing my best to achieve it. For example, I wanted to get away from my mother, so I visited my friend in California. I wanted money, so I applied ziplock baggies under the coin returns at vending machines to siphon the funds. You should identify what it is that you want, then create a plan to achieve it. Here is an example of mine. I wanted to become famous back in college, so I attended a bunch of parties. One such incident I was insulted, so I reacted by spraying my bully in the eye with Windex. I was famous around campus for a few weeks afterwards. I even got nicknames like the Windex Bandit, and the Spritzer. It was really cool feeling famous, but unfortunately my fame was overshadowed by someone who died on campus in a car accident. It was very stupid because I was overshadowed and quickly forgotten." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Until what age did you believe in Santa Claus?", | |
| "answer": "Better question, at what age did you become an Anti-Santite. Around the holidays Santa Claus denial and Anti-Santite rhetoric is often ramped up by non-believers in order to ruin our holiday and our Santa. Santa is a good friend of mine, so this question is quite silly implying he isn't real, but I guess some people never learn and stay bigoted forever. I have debunked so many anti-Santa conspiracy theories that I really don't feel like debunking this question right now. In this day and age I wish people would wake up to reason and listen, and grow a heart. Denying Santa only can hurt you because then he can't give you presents anymore. Please learn to care. Believers forever!" | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "How do you become a self-made genius?", | |
| "answer": "It isn't easy for people who are idiots unlike me. I was simply born a genius, but I do have a few tips for people who aren't intelligent yet. One tip that I did was simple time management. I prioritized my time for what was most important. For example, I can remember the days I would cheat on tests so that I wouldn't have to study. It was such an easy and simple strategy, and throughout my school career I always had high scores like D's C's and occasionally I would get a B- here and there. Another way you can become a genius like me is to learn how to present yourself. Whenever I enter a room everyone knows that I have an astronomically high intelligence. Everyone knows that I am who to go to with life's biggest questions. That is part of the reason I joined Quora. My final tip is to make sure you find your niche. I am a genius in everything, but some people have a small intelligence with a brain that can't retain as much information as mine. Although I am smart in many subjects, I have an increased knowledge in topics such as psychology and anger management. Interpersonal skills are topics I know a lot about. I also know a lot about Terraria, and I am quite a genius in that game. My mom on the other hand is terrible at Terraria because she tried to use a Copper Shortsword to kill the Wall of Flesh and she died. Unsurprising because she completely sucks at Terraria. I am also a genius at mathematics, statistics, and processing information. I went to college for accounting as a matter of fact. You just need to find your forte like I did in mathematics and numbers. I have a calculated formula for my actions, and I can process the odds of almost everything, like the chance Pinky will spawn in my Terraria world. Don't beat yourself up if you can't understand something, and just find a logical way to overcome it. If you do you will be as successful as me." | |
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| "question": "I'm as early as 24 years of age and I'm interested to become a billionaire. What advice would I get from you?", | |
| "answer": "Seeing as I am a genius you have come to the right place. I am probably one of if not the most successful men in the Akron, Ohio area. I have an entrepreneurial spirit and a background in both formal and informal education. Although I haven't made it big yet I am sure that my days are numbered until I am living a life of luxury off of my genius. Given your highly intelligent and sophisticated question I can tell that YOU yes YOU will also get to my level of success. I was born in Oklahoma in 1977, I attended the University of Oklahoma and started my first buisiness in 2000 before graduating in 2001 with a degree in accounting. My drive for success was unmatched by all of my peers. My biggest tip for starting your first business is find a way to take money where people don't notice it. Although this was just a venture, my first real plan for money was with my friend Seth. We would put Ziplock bags under the coin returns at vending machines and collect the funds. However, my first organize business was a brick selling business. This was when I was 24 years old like you. I got this genius plan from seeing a construction site, but long story short I went out of business very early on with a failure in the assembly line stopping me before I could even compete. Unfortunately the techniques used to create the bricks made them squishy and not up to standard for commercial construction, and the second method of making the bricks ended in another failure as improper ventilation in the oven lead to a melting of the plastic molds holding the bricks which inadvertently lead to a contamination of the oven with soot and melted plastic covering the oven and closing us down for business. Worst of all, this hindered my relationship with my friend Seth because after I had ruined the oven in his condo like this he found it hard to forgive me. However, I also have great charisma and social skills, and I was able to keep my alliance with Seth. However, it wasn't all fine and dandy, because I had been shaken to my core from this failed venture. Not only had I wasted my time, money, and brain power, but more importantly my soul was shattered. I spend the next two years contemplating how it could have been. What if I had planned for this disaster? Then I began to blame myself for time wasted. These two years had gone by and I hadn't yet reconstructed. My advice for you would be to make sure that when you fail you get back up and try again. I did end up trying again however, in 2004 I started my second buisiness with Seth. My idea was the creation of The Real Life Krusty Krab. Me and Seth were both so excited about this next dip of our toes into the free market. After a few months of coordination, organizing logistics, and marketing we finally opened for business out of Seth's condo. We got a few customers and I fed then my famous soup. In total the first day was slow, but we profited about $7 in total that day. We realized that although it wasn't much this was just the beginning, and we could raise a lot more than this in the future. However, after just a few days we received news in the mail demanding our business to be shut down. Apparently the HOA are haters of the free market and communists because they forced us to shut down our business. I was devastated. Walking outside I was also was often harassed by members of the condo's board which was very rude. I'm going to fast forward a few years in order to preserve my time as I find it quite valuable, and only have so much time to answer Quora questions. I had a few business ventures during this time, such as the pedal wheelchair, and the single use condom, but these both had their issues as I am not in a wheelchair, and I haven't lost my virginity, but I still think it's gross to use a condom more than once. In 2023 my life has gotten a lot more success. I met my good friend Nathan H. di Angelo , a professor at California State University Fresno. He is also a super genius like me and he has dedicated his life to education. In fact me and Nathan are are about to embark on the expedition of a millennium. We will be visiting uncharted territory where no man has went before. Nathan has told me that as part of his sabbatical we will be visiting places off the map like Papua New Guinea, and Tanzania. We will visit the Vatican, and peaks of Nepal. Nathan is an individual I have much respect for. In fact he is a Quora user like me. He is a modern day enlightenment thinker. I really suggest you find a mentor like me, and you work like me for my success, because nothing in life is given, except maybe the years my mother had allowed me to live in my bedroom." | |
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| "question": "Does “sup” mean shut up?", | |
| "answer": "No, it doesn’t mean “shut up,” The word ‘sup’ is a portmanteau combining the words ‘what’s’ and ‘up’ so when people are saying “sup,” they are saying “what’s up,” Funny story: I said “sup,” when answering the door to my parole officer. I was asked “Jerry, have you gotten into any physical altercations with anyone recently,” and since it was opposite day (January 25th) I just lied and said “no,” but unfortunately my mother grounded me for lying." | |
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| "question": "How many plates would I need to break at a restaurant for it to be unacceptable?", | |
| "answer": "I have a mathematical equation to figure this out as this is more complicated than you may think. (K.1+B^2)×P=% K= Karens and should be marked as .1 per each Karen B= Bullies and should be also marked as 1 for each bully, but make sure to square it. P= Number of plates you have broken. Each plate counts as 1. %= The percent chance you will be kicked out This mathematical equation has been proven to be correct nearly every time. If you break no plates you likely will not be kicked out, unless you do something like scream or cause a fight. Same can be said if there are no Bullies or Karens you don't have to worry about the number of plates. Make sure to keep my formula to calculate the chances you will be kicked out. Also, use my formula for calculating tips at restaurants:" | |
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| "question": "What do I do? I had a heated argument with my boss yesterday and she is not at work today.", | |
| "answer": "What was your argument about? To be honest I don’t really think it should be an issue because one time I slapped my manager with a hamburger because they were a Karen and I hated them. It was so hilarious and I got fired which was completely worth it when I got fired because now I don’t have to work at Burger King anymore, but my mother has been mean recently. She only gives me $500 a month in allowance, but it's more like $200 after expenses. I might get another job so that I can have more cash. Don’t worry about it though because I am 46 and I don’t worry about money often." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do I get as rich as a billionaire?", | |
| "answer": "You have come to the right place because I am a certified genius and have a great entrepreneurial spirit. Here are my top 10 ideas on how to get as rich as a billionaire.Be born with a billionaire fatherBe born with a billionaire motherBe born with billionaire grandparentsBe born with a billionaire extended familyBe born into royaltyLive for 100 million years and workOwn a prison and have them mine all the resources in the Democratic Republic of the CongoSell a pencil for a $1,000,000,000Become the president and force everyone to buy your portrait for $100Start a drug empire like Pablo EscobarI hope that this helped. Please be careful though, the last idea isn’t recommended, but the others are all legal." | |
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| "question": "Today I bought this matriss for 5& (could not find the money sign) is it a steel? It had bed bug so itchy?", | |
| "answer": "First of all, I spent 15 minutes trying to decipher what you were asking because your spelling really needs some work. I even asked my mother what she thought it meant and with her help we could decode what this meant like the Rosetta Stone. To answer your question I personally think that you are quite savvy with money to be able to buy a mattress for $5. That on its own is quite a steal. However, you also said it had bedbugs which explains why it was so cheap. You should probably try and sanitize it before you sleep on it, or find another purpose for it. If it makes you itchy then no, it's garbage and should go to the dump where it belongs." | |
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| "question": "What is a reasonable budget for a total basement renovation? My client's basement was flooded with 5 feet of water and I need to redo everything.", | |
| "answer": "I don't know for certain because I hardly if ever use tools, but there is one thing that I know for certain. You need to think smarter and not harder. For example, what do you mean by renovation? Clearly if it's flooded in 5 feet of water you could do two things.You could quote them for a swimming pool and change nothing about their basement. This is a win win because they get something they want, and you do no work and get paid.If your clients didn't want a swimming pool just lie and say the flood ruined your design and washed away all the new furniture. This is also quite a smart plan if I do say so myself because they would probably take your word and pay you even if you did nothing.Think about how you can make money wasting as little time as possible. Remember if you work hard you are burned out more easily." | |
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| "question": "What do you say to someone when they ask you why you lie?", | |
| "answer": "One time my family got angry at me for lying. Allow me to give context to the situation. At my nephew’s birthday party I was permitted to do a comedy routine. My family got angry at me even though my routine was funny. For context my nephew was going through chemotherapy and so he was bald. I started my comedy routine by calling him “Mr. Clean’s doppelganger,” but the only person laughing was my grandfather, but he was constantly laughing as he was always on drugs. Next, I pointed at his bald, shiny head and said “Look at your hairline dude! You’ve got the brows but your hair is gone like my virginity. You look like fucking Smeogal, where is your precious man?” At this point nobody was laughing, and the atmosphere felt more tense, so I had to do a quick save. I said “Credit where it’s due, if you died we wouldn’t all be here.” Then in a sarcastic tone I said “We are all so happy you made it,” Everyone acted like complete Karens even though I was making light of a bad situation. You may be asking why my family was so angry. This is mainly for two reasons.None of them can take jokes and they are all snowflakes. In fact when my nephew succumbed to his illness two years later I pointed out once again at his funeral the resemblance to Mr. Clean. However, nobody laughed at my comedy genius because they were all Karens.The second main reason people were upset was possibly because I lied. I claimed that his hair was “gone like my virginity,” but this was actually a lie from me. I haven't lost my virginity even though I am now 46 years old. However, I think I will have better luck this year because I started watching Andrew Tate, and with some luck, I can also be just like Top G. However, this lie is completely acceptable because it was for comedy.If you ever lie for a joke it's 100% okay, so that's what I say." | |
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| "question": "Do you ever lie down and eat?", | |
| "answer": "I was curious from seeing this question and I tried lying down and eating. Unfortunately however, I was eating soup and it spilled all out from the bowl onto my mother's fur carpet. I also screamed in pain because my hot soup burned my skin. My mother came in and yelled at me claiming that I “reinvented the wheel,” so I just threw her marbles out the window and she told me to pick them up. I already know that there is no chance I will go outside and retrieve those marbles. I have never felt so provoked by a Quora question such as this one that is just trying to get me in trouble. This has gotten me off to a bad start considering yesterday was my 46th birthday. Why would you ask a question designed to get me into a fight with my mother. She is definitely going to ground me off if my computer now." | |
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| "question": "What sad news have you received?", | |
| "answer": "Recently my mother said that she planned on charging me $150 from my 46th birthday party all because I used my resources. The lights in my room and in the bathroom have been out since February, so I was sick of the lights being out. One small issue was that I had to play video games, so being a genius I found a listing for a handyman online and he quoted me $150 for him to come by and change the lightbulbs. I hired him, and used my mom's credit card to pay for it. My mother said that the $150 I spent will be coming out of my birthday budget, and it is complete bullshit because I probably won't get a Playstation 5 for my birthday. I was so pissed off, so the other night I went to her cabinet and took out her teapot her friend had sent her when visiting Hunan Province. Holding back tears from my mother's abuse I threw her teapot on the ground. The first time I threw it it only cracked and small pieces of porcelain broke off. After picking it up I threw it again and it shattered to pieces all over the floor. My mother yelled me name from the living room and walked into the kitchen. She is always grumpy and acted incredibly rude to me. She took away my candy privileges for 15 minutes, and I sat in the corner until the timer ticked down. After about 20 seconds I was outraged as it felt like I was being treated worse that a prisoner at Guantanamo Bay. So I slapped the timer, and snuck off to my room and played Ark: Survival Evolved. Then I posted what my mother did to me on Quora before she came into my room and told me that my behavior “isn't going to end well,” This is the real tragedy to mankind. That I can't do something as simple as enjoy my 46th. As Nathan Di Angelo once said “46 is halfway to 92,”" | |
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| "question": "Why are white men so worshiped in foreign countries?", | |
| "answer": "For me this wasn't the case when I visited India. I was looked at by people because I wasn't necessarily in the most touristy areas because I was experiencing life in lesser known parts of India. Nobody ever worshipped me, in fact they were rude to me. I was in a city called Mathura, in Uttar Pradesh, and I was hungry and looking for some food. I found a restaurant, and asked if I could have some steak. They told me they didn't serve steak, and I was outraged that they were being anti-American, so I threw my passport at them and ran away. Eventually I found myself eating broccoli kebabs from a street vendor instead. This would be avoided if I was worshipped, but instead everyone treated me like crap and I had a terrible time in India. I didn't even get to see the Taj Mahal, and I spent the next week dealing with bureaucracy to figure out what to do since losing my passport. So, I have no idea why you are asking that because for me it was untrue, but perhaps I will give India a second chance if my friend Nathan decides he would like to go. Perhaps we could see the Ganges River." | |
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| "question": "There is a guy blackmailing me. What can I do to stop him?", | |
| "answer": "There isn’t much you can do when someone is blackmailing you. I know from personal experience that when I blackmail people there isn’t much to stop me. For example, one time I found out that one of my friends was in the closet, and didn’t want to tell his religious parents. This was perfect because at the time I was short on cash, so I told him to pay me $50 or I would tell his parents. This continued for 6 years, and in total he paid me about $2,500, and it funded my PC, plus some of the snacks that I buy throughout the week. However, when his parents found out, I couldn’t continue blackmailing him. Long story short, he no longer talks to his parents or me, and he has asked me to return his money. Recently he tried seeking legal action, but I was able to blackmail him again because it turns out he is also a male prostitute. To answer your question, I won’t stop blackmailing until his secret is revealed to the world, or if I feel generous I might just stop, but I am trying to save up for a Ferrari right now, so it might be 20 years until I let his secret go." | |
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| "question": "Are there any solutions to release stress?", | |
| "answer": "I find that leaving the situation that causes the stress is a good way to calm yourself down and have a relaxed mind. For example, in 2021 I asked my mother if I could have a Playstation 5 for my birthday since she had failed to give me one for Christmas. I asked her over and over again and she said “I’ll think about it,” but one day I asked her and she straight up said “no,” she said to me that “43 years old is old enough to buy your own Playstation,” and naturally I was pissed off. It made me sad that my mother wanted to neglect me and stop providing for me. It was not very motherly for her to refuse to buy me a PS5 like I wanted. After rejecting me my mother left to go to the store and get groceries. I was overcome with a sense of rage. I was angered and I punched the drywall leaving a mark and I also slapped her vase she won at an auction off the counter leaving pieces of glass all over the floor. Then I opened the freezer and threw the ice tray on the ground. When attempting to leave the kitchen I accidentally stepped on an ice cube which caused me to slip and violently crash into the oven. I was so pissed off that I pulled out the oven trays and I threw one of them which ended up hitting my mother’s light fixture and broke one of the bulbs. I screamed in anger much like Walter White did in Season 4 Episode 11 titled Crawlspace upon learning Skylar gifted away Walter’s money. Then I took a moment and paused. Looking at the mess that I had caused I realized my destructive actions wouldn’t help to convince my mother to get me a PS5, so instead I realized that it was time for me to leave the situation causing me stress. I went upstairs and packed a suitcase of everything I needed, I went up to my room and got my most prized possessions and put them in the suitcase. I packed my gold-plated whisk, my clothes, my PC, my umbrella, a 5lb bag of gummi bears and some medicine, just the essentials to survive. Then I went downstairs and grabbed a tent just in case I didn’t figure something out immediately just because I always plan ahead. I also grabbed my piggy bank on the way out and I head out to make a life on my own. I walked for a few hours, and found myself setting up a tent under a graffitied highway overpass. It was quite noisy, but also it was beautiful, I ate my gummi bears as I watched the sunset. I woke up the next day feeling chilly, because although I packed some of my most important items, I realized that I had forgotten to pack pillows or a blanket, or a toothbrush, or water, or anything to eat besides my 5lbs of gummi bears. Not only this, but I broke open my piggy bank and there was only 3 quarters in the entire bank. I was now tranquil, but with nowhere left to go after leaving the stressful situation of my mother’s neglect, I decided to be the bigger person and forgive her. I thought of what the bible teaches about forgiving others: Matthew 5:39 “But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also.” After thinking about my actions related to the situation, I recognized that although my mother was giving me a huge slap in the face not giving me a PS5, I still had to be able to move on from her wronging me. I packed up, and made my way back home, but when I arrived my mother started complaining that I “destroyed the kitchen,” which was complete bullshit because I was feeling enlightened, and she had to ruin my mood. To answer your question, in life, stress is mandatory, but you can choose to be the bigger person like me and treat others with kindness. Also, for those wondering I didn’t end up getting a PS5, but while visiting my friend in California I was able to play his." | |
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| "question": "What are some different ways I can get revenge on someone?", | |
| "answer": "It really depends on who your enemy is and what you need revenge for. In my 45 going on 46 years of life I have gotten revenge on many many souls who dared to wrong me. Throughout my childhood I have mastered the art of vengeance. I have always had a interest in justice since I was a young lad. Here are a few examples of how I have gotten revenge. When I was in 5th grade one of my peers asked to borrow a pencil from me. Key word is borrow, being a just and fair individual I gave my pencil along with a verbal agreement I would have it back the following day. Come to find the next day the pencil was nowhere in sight. First I calmly asked where my pencil was, but all I got was excuses. Since I am a fair creditor however, I decided that giving an extra chance was the right thing to do, so once again me and my classmate agreed that I would be receiving my pencil the following day. However, to my disappointment even my leniency wasn't enough because the next day there once again was no pencil, in fact at this point there was straight up denial. My classmate had lied to my face, and I was very pissed off. Knowing that revenge was the right thing to do for this level of disrespect I plotted how I would get back at them. While at home contemplating a stroke of genius hit me. My plan was great, in fact, I don't think I got any sleep that night as all I did was contemplate. The following morning during art class I looked over to see my pencil debtor of a classmate working on his pottery project. Given all of my contemplation I had realized that I would have to be sneaky to get my revenge as I didn't want to get in trouble with the teacher. When the bell rang everyone left class including the art teacher, but before I left the room I applied a piece of tape to cover the latch bolt on the door. Then I went to lunch as usual. I told my friends I was “going to the bathroom,” and I snuck back over to the art room. Usually the door would be locked because I saw the teacher lock it every day after class, but my piece of tape had prevented the door from locking, so I was able to sneak into the art room. I walked over to the pencil debtor's pottery, and I placed his work into the bin and covered it with paper towels. Immediately after doing this I heard footsteps down the hallway, and I freaked out as this wasn't part of the plan. If my cover was blown the teacher would know for certain what I had done, so thinking fast I jumped out of an open window and hid in the nearby bushes. I took a peek back through the window with my heart racing and noticed the art teacher had returned to the room with some food. While hiding in the bushes it was recess for the 4th graders, at first I was thinking of joining them, but being a genius I realized it would have blown my cover when I didn't go to line up when the bell rang. Instead I waited until 4th grade recess was over, and was reunited with my friends. The next week in art class we got our pottery back after it was fired in the kiln, all except for one student. My plan was a success and I was so happy with my successful scheme. Since those days I have gotten revenge in many more ways, such as this time during college that I noticed someone copying me on a test. For context back in college I would consistently cheat on all of my tests, one time I noticed however another classmate of mine named Tim was also cheating on the tests. I was pissed off because he was copying my strategy of cheating on tests, so I decided to brainstorm how to get my revenge. Eventually I decided to just tell all his friends that Tim was a cheater. Eventually I even got in contact with Tim's girlfriend. I told her “Tim is a cheater,” and she broke down in tears. I thought it was funny because I realized that Tim's girlfriend was very upset that Tim was a cheater. A few days later Tim told me that his girlfriend had left him. He told me that she even vandalized his car. I was somewhat confused because although I personally wouldn't be with someone who cheats on tests, I thought this was a strange overreaction. Tim told me he wanted to marry her and now she was gone out of his life. Over time Tim stopped showing up to class and began abusing drugs. However, this was great because unlike me Tim was a complete idiot since he had to copy my strategies such as cheating on the test. Lastly, one time I got revenge on this absolute piece of shit named Tarun. What happened was he forgot to wish me happy birthday. Up until that point we were acquainted, but this was a turning point for our relationship. Realizing how much of a bastard this guy was I knew I would have to find a way to get revenge, so I decided later that night I figured out how to get my revenge. Using an alias which I will not name since it is still in use, I created a Facebook account to catfish Tarun. I used pictures of a friend of mind named Trisha and asked for specific pictures from her so that they were untraceable. After a little bit of chit chatting here and there I began flirting with Tarun. It was so funny because he was really into it. He asked where I lived, and I realized that I hadn't mentioned yet where the catfish lived so I took a peek at a map and chose Malaysia as the home of my catfish. I didn't think much of this choice, but after more talking Tarun got more interested in meeting my catfish, so I said “you can come by whenever,” but I didn't think he was serious. However, one day I got a message from Tarun at the airport, he was actually visiting my catfish, it was crazy because when he landed in Japan I realized he was really going to Malaysia. This was perfect for me, and I kept on planning to visit him just to cancel at the last second. This went on for two weeks of Tarun trying to chase my catfish around. When he finally came back he seemed defeated, and I was full of joy from wasting his time and money." | |
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| "question": "I have noticed lately that my laptop has been missing from my house. I suspect it is from my friend who recently visited. What should I do about this? There are important files in there to do with my job at a university.", | |
| "answer": "Hi Nathan, I realize now that I forgot to tell you what happened to your laptop. I promise that I did not in fact steal your laptop, what happened instead was while you were getting dinner during my visit I was watching Seinfeld. Upon hearing a knock on the door. I opened the door and a man immediately asked “Is Nathan home?” He was profusely sweating and I calmly responded “No, he will be back in a bit,” and then he asked if he could borrow your laptop. I was worried who he may have been so I asked, and he said he was Danford's brother or something. I believe his name was Max or Mike or something. Anyways, I handed over your laptop, and he thanked me before driving off. He left in a white Hyundai. He seemed nice enough, so it shouldn't be an issue. I apologize for not letting you know earlier, but I would send him a text." | |
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| "question": "Why did I stop feeling any emotion when my mom yells at me? Usually, When she yells at me, I cry or feel scared. But today, I just stared at her blankly and nodded every now and then. This has never happened before. Is it normal for this to happen?", | |
| "answer": "I can relate a lot. My mother was a complete Karen when I was a child. She uses to yell, but now I am less bothered than I used to be. I simply react by ignoring her, rolling my eyes, and realizing that I am not the issue. I am 45 years old, and have had it with being abused by my mother. She once insulted me by calling me a “ticking timebomb,” so I behaved maturely and broke her end table. I have found breaking my mother's possessions to be a helpful strategy to get over wanting to cry from her attacks. Also, my mom had never hit me, so I am never really hurt when she yells her Karenish words" | |
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| "question": "I just got a new 3 cu ft microwave and I want to test it out. What will happen if I microwave lettuce?", | |
| "answer": "I know what happens when you microwave lettuce. One time after a long day’s work at Burger King I decided to leave my shift 5 and a half hours early. I took a burger with me and I drove back home. I was feeling very tired after 30 minutes of work, so I got settled down for the night. I microwaved my burger, and at first I thought all was well, but I saw the lettuce began to shrivel up and ketchup was bubbling up outside the burger. I decided to take it out of the microwave, and I immediately burned my mouth on the steaming burger. I was angered by Burger King’s quality standards, so I took a picture and left a bad review on Google Reviews. Then I begrudgingly ate my burger. The lettuce was shriveled up like my neck when I am stressed out." | |
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| "question": "What are the things you will do when you’re worried?", | |
| "answer": "I don't find myself worried often as I haven't really felt much stress in my life. After years of been able to attribute many factors of my lifestyle to my longevity (I am 45) and my life seemingly free of stress. In fact, when visiting India I never got stressed after losing my passport. It was lost when I learned that a restaurant didn't serve Steak, so on rage I ended up tossing my passport and leaving. I ended up on the streets of Mathura without a passport and on an empty stomach. Eventually after walking down some steep stairs to a river bank I came across a street vendor selling some inexpensive brocolli stir-fry. This is what separates me from everyone else. My stress free approach of life. I could have easily went back into the restaurant and snatched back my passport, but instead I just moved on and assumed it was gone forever. I wasn't even upset that while in India I never rode an elephant because it would have probably ruined my trousers. My advice can be applied to any subject however, and just going with the flow and not caring. For example, my mother often complains that I am a pest simply for being 45 and still living with her, and having her take care of me. However, by me just ignoring it I have gotten by for decades. I hope this advice is useful, and you can ask for more advice as I am the pinnacle of stress free individuals." | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to give consequences to a tattling child in school?", | |
| "answer": "Tatting children are always the fucking worst. I have been tattled on countless times over the years, and it pisses me off so much. For example, one time in 6th grade I was tattled on for spitting gum under the desk. I was trying to create the world's largest gum glob underneath a desk, but I was stopped by this complete asshole who tattled on me all because I picked up the gum glob and destroyed their class work with it. It was a complete asshole move on their part because I had to throw it away. If I was their parent I would follow them around all day and yell “Wrong!” Every time they did anything to get back at them. They were a tattler because I know I did nothing wrong." | |
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| "question": "Is it weird for a freshman in high school to throw a party?", | |
| "answer": "Well, the party I threw freshman year was certainly weird. I had this huge party planned out for Spring Break, and I invited a ton of people. I didn’t feel like personally inviting, so I offered some kids a dollar for each referral. I ended up having 50 people show up. My parents left, and I got to preparing. I saved up and bought some root beer, and chips. However, people showed up with actual beer, and I had to end up policing everyone. Also, a lot of people had sex, and unfortunately I got none because I am 45 and still a virgin." | |
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| "question": "I’m a complete introvert, regards getting a job, what are the tips would you give if you’re having struggles picking up phone calls or calling them? What jobs would you recommend for introverts that doesn’t involve demanding events?", | |
| "answer": "I’m not an introvert, but I also hated picking up calls for work. They were always stupid things like “Jerry you are late,” and “Jerry you can’t leave whenever you want,” I thought it was bullshit, and I fucking hated how strict they were, so whenever I got a call from them I would do my accent and say “This is not Jerry,” It’s a genius strategy to avoid uncomfortable conversations, so I could get back to playing Terraria." | |
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| "question": "Why do we freeze water instead of taking ice from Iceland?", | |
| "answer": "Probably because if we do this too much Iceland will be gone in a bunch of drinks. I went to McDonald's and got a bag of ice the other day. I don't want to feel guilty of eating someone's ice home or the ice land they used to farm iceberg lettuce." | |
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| "question": "What do you do if you don't receive a present from the person who invited you to their party on your birthday?", | |
| "answer": "I was at a white elephant event a few years ago and I couldn’t wait to get some gifts. I was with this improv group that I was trying out, and it was going well. It was odd that I didn’t get an invitation, but I showed up anyways. It was in a hotel lobby, and I went over to where I saw the group. The leader of the improv group was a guy named Michael. I went up to Michael, and he greeted me, and I asked when the white elephant began. I was pleased to learn that I was there just in time, so we all got in a circle, but then I got terrible news. Michael asked me “What did you bring Jerry?” I was stumped because obviously, I didn’t want to give something away, how would I profit? So I told Michael I didn’t bring anything. Michael told me that I was supposed to bring a gift to participate. So I thought fast and I went to the front desk to look for a gift. I spotted hotel mints, and I returned to the room. While people were exchanging gifts I entered the room. I announced “Here is my gift!” and everyone gave me a weird look. I walked over to the gift pile and I grabbed a large red present. I started unwrapping it, and I was excited to see that it was a box of chocolate. Michael said “Jerry can you step outside and talk to me for a second,” and I followed him. Unfortunately, I thought it was a white elephant and not a Karen Carnival because Michael started bitching at me. He said that I “derailed,” the event, and that I “couldn’t even be bothered to get a gift,” These libelous comments made me angry. I went through all of the effort of walking to the front desk to get mints, and I wasn’t even allowed to participate. Who the fuck did Michael think he was telling me that my gift wasn’t enough. It was the thought that counted that I even selflessly got a gift in the first place. I was being more generous than Mother Theresa, and Michael was complaining. I yelled “Fuck you Michael, and fuck all your bullshit. I am done!” I walked back into the room and raided the snacks. I grabbed 2 boxes of pizza, and an unopened 2 liter of Mountain Dew. Michael said “Jerry, put that back,” but I ignored him. On the way out I also grabbed my box of chocolates, and I ran out of the hotel with Michael pursuing me. I got into my mom’s car and I drove back home. I went home and ate all of the food and drank all of the soda. I would 100% do it again if I was excluded from getting presents at an event." | |
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| "question": "What are the most toxic social norms, in your society?", | |
| "answer": "Society tends to be unwilling to accept those who are different. There are certain behaviors that are frowned upon, and it has led to a dangerous trend. First, allow me to explain that I have been a victim of many hate crimes in the past due to my creativity and genius making me stand out as different. Mainly, I have been discriminated against for many years over my way of eating. Now, most people know that in other countries they don’t eat with utensils, but many of us don’t realize the micro-aggressions that we display when we see this behavior in public. For example, one time I was at a buffet, and I was openly, in broad day light discriminated for my culture. Some lady said to me “you are totally oblivious to the fact you are contaminating the food,” and I was shocked. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. She however was being a Karen that I was filling up my plate with my hands instead of using the tongs at the restaurant. I was outraged by her level of entitlement, so I picked up some ravioli and I threw it at her face with all my might. I was promptly kicked out by the bigoted manager who entirely took Karen’s side. The second way that I am discriminated against is for the way that I eat spaghetti. For context, back in college I was eating dinner with my friend’s parents, when I realized their forks sucked. Instead of trying to eat spaghetti with a spoon I used a whisk instead. It ended up working perfectly, so since that day I started using a whisk to eat spaghetti, and other noodle dishes. I even purchased my very own custom gold-plated whisk that has my name carved into it for those special occasions a regular whisk won’t do. One time while on vacation in Niagara Falls, Ontario I was feasting on some spaghetti at an Italian restaurant. It was great, and I even was eating with my whisk, My family asked me to put it away and said it was “disgusting to look at,” but I said “no, this is my right as an American,” then my mother said “but we are in Canada,” in that moment in shock my whisk fell to the floor. Oh no, I was in this foreign land where people don’t have the rights we have in America. I have never felt so violated in my entire life, and I can’t imagine how the lives of millions have been ruined by this outrageous totalitarian regime. That was probably the most toxic experience I have ever faced, and I want freedom for the Canadians to eat spaghetti with the optimal tool. In protest I went around the restaurant chanting “We want whisks!” and I was kicked out of the restaurant. It felt like Kristallnacht because I could do nothing to stop the tyranny of being without my beloved whisks. Luckily, we left in time, because even though my family all told me off for my behavior, I wasn’t put behind bars. So, this is what I find the most toxic about society’s social norms. We really have to fix this sentiment in America before we end up like Canada." | |
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| "question": "How do I get people to stop making fun of my face?", | |
| "answer": "Good question. I have also been made fun of for my face. For context this was back in 2010 when I was 33 years old. I had this great Shrek costume ready for Halloween. I put green dye on my face, and I put on my Shrek costume. It looked great, and I was ready to go trick or treating. I starting trick or treating early that year, starting at about 5:00 pm, and I got done at about midnight. I got home incredibly tired and went straight to bed, while snacking on my candy. I woke up the next day and saw my sheets in horror. It had a green silhouette where I had slept. The dye had covered my entire body, just incase my shirt were to come off, so I could stay in character. I also had brown stains from chocolate and candy wrappers littering the floor. I realized that I had to clean off the dye, so I went to the shower to try and get it off. I noticed the green dye going down the drain, but then I realized that no matter how hard I was scrubbing it was still sticking to my body. I scrubbed and scrubbed, and eventually I gave up. Looking down, I saw green coating the bathtub. The dye on the tub was also stubborn and wouldn’t remove. Apparently the dye I had gotten was permanent or something because it wouldn’t come off. Imagine an adhesive that doesn’t feel sticky, but instead rubs off green everywhere. Walking around and talking to my friends I got picked on for the green which was terrible because I also had to go to a job interview looking like a complete fool. I looked like a plant Sim from the Sims 4. My family also visited and my face was laughed at. It was completely rude, and I wanted to stop people picking on me. During family dinner the jokes wouldn’t stop. Like daggers piercing into my heart my family slowly destroyed and slandered my character. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I got up and went to my room and got a ski mask from college. I had my ski mask from a prank when I broke into my friend Seth’s house. I pretended to be a burglar, but he didn’t know it was me and he came down stairs with a loaded handgun. Anyways, the ski mask was perfect. People couldn’t make fun of me if they couldn’t see me. I began going out in public with my ski mask, but people assumed that I was a criminal, and I was made to take off the mask when going into restaurants. Luckily the dye only lasted a few days until it went away. The tub however, was left destroyed, and my mother ended up replacing it before we moved out." | |
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| "question": "My parents are abusive and violent towards me. They are extremely religious and force me to practice their religion. I'm 18 years old and atheist. What should I do?", | |
| "answer": "Never let someone force their beliefs on you. I am constantly harassed by all kinds of people for some of my beliefs. Such as my belief in Santa Claus. I know that Santa exists for a fact because since the age of seven when I baked Santa cookies I got on his permanent nice list. So many non-believers and anti-Santites make fun of me all the time. I have the evidence and the facts on my side, but anti-Santites still remain hateful and make fun of my beliefs. I know Santa is real because I have consistently gotten presents each year since the age of seven except for in the year 2011 when I was 34 years old. This was because it was revealed that when Navy Seals killed Osama bin Laden they uncovered Santa’s list on his laptop. The government took control of his laptop, and Santa was unable to get his list that year and I got no presents. I digress. Just remember that nobody can control what you think. They may want to change your mind, but they have to be respectful of that. I think that to get over that you should be assertive. I was told by a wise man on Quora by the name of Nathan H. di Angelo that assertion is key for your beliefs. For context I was at a funeral and somebody said that the deceased person was “In a better place,” I responded with “How is the ground better?” and people got angry at me. I was also pissed for expressing my beliefs, so I smashed a vase. I wasn’t assertive enough with my beliefs, and it was everyone else's fault that I broke the vase. Similarly you should be assertive. Personally, if I was being told things I don’t believe I wouldn’t tolerate it for long. I would find my parents nearest possession and I would break it. It would make a point, and I would be a complete hero for rejecting their crazy beliefs, and conspiracies like “Santa isn’t real,” I know for a fact Santa is real because in 2018 I heard sleigh bells outside on Christmas Eve." | |
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| "question": "What is the typical behavior of an Aquarius person around people they dislike?", | |
| "answer": "Seeing as the human body is 60% water I think we are all “Aquarius” in a way. Our body is similar to an aquarium because we also have water, and sometimes we have fish inside of us. I don’t really know what this question is asking because aquariums don’t really have dislikes as they don’t have feeling. I guess that aquariums probably don’t like loud kids because they are annoying sometimes, but they are also curious. We all are curious in a way. Why are we here? What is our purpose?" | |
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| "question": "Why do we hate unsuccessful people?", | |
| "answer": "I can't possibly assume which country you call home as Quora has users all across the globe. I can give you the reasoning however for America. In America we tend to believe that people make their own success, so when someone doesn't it must mean there is something flawed with that individual. This idea however is stupid because I might be considered “unsuccessful,” but I think I have been successful. People often call me a loser all because I am 45 and still live with my mother. It is stupid because I have been the pinnacle of success. I have an entrepreneurial spirit, and I have used that to invest my time into businesses. However, my critics will point out that I play lots of video games, so much so that I go to the bathroom without flushing so I can get back on the game." | |
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| "question": "I was told I’m at the age where it is okay to still live with my parents? I’m 23 with a child and I have a full time job. It makes sense for me to move out.", | |
| "answer": "I don’t understand the question and the rush to leave your parents house. Let’s get a few facts straight, first you are 23. That was the age I was when I graduated college. I assume that you either just got out of college, or you went straight to the job market. Either way there is no shame in staying with your parents until you get your finances in check. The truth is that you may feel like you have a lot of money now, but once you have your own house or apartment all that flex money will go bye bye. I learned this the hard way when I tried to move out of my mother’s house last year. Although I don’t have a child I found getting an affordable apartment difficult. I think that you should make sure that you have a plan before you leave. I would also recommend not moving out altogether. I am 45 years old and I live with my mother perfectly. It has been great living with her all of this time even though she complains occasionally. In fact, she has been complaining for two decades about me still living with her. She also complained that I was “spending her pension up,” just because I rely on her to buy me groceries." | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to politely tell your guests that their kids are being too loud and disrupting other guests at your party?", | |
| "answer": "Having helped my mother host many dinner parties I can say that it is one of the worst annoyances when guest’s kids can’t shut the fuck up. I have found a few strategies to tell the parents, but I also recommend distracting them.Make up an illness: I make up an illness that I am sensitive to noise and their kids need to shut their damn mouths otherwise I am in excruciating pain.Give the kids a toy: I once decided to give the kids a toy. I took them in the garage and I showed them plywood and a nail gun, and I challenged them to make something cool. My mother grounded my because apparently it was unsafe even though none of the kids got poked with nails, and only a few were crying from getting massive splinters. I explained that they needed to grow up and my mom said “no Jerry, it is you who needs to grow up, an adult should know better than to give kids construction tools and materials,”Play the quiet game and promise a prize. I promised $100 to who could keep their mouth shut the longest, it was funny because 2 hours later when one of the kids won I let them know the prize was fake, and I actually didn’t have the money. It was funny because it was a total scam." | |
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| "question": "How much would you be ready to pay to prank your friend with a video? It could be for any sort of occasion: birthday, bachelor party invitation, etc.", | |
| "answer": "It depends on what type of video you want. If you wanted a cameo make sure you are on the proper site. I went on Craigslist and I found someone claiming to be Nickocado Avacado and I paid $500 for him to tell me that everyone else is a bully. Turns out it wasn't Nickocado because shortly after the transaction the account got deleted, and I had to email Craigslist. Luckily I was able to get my money back because my mother was completely pissed I used her credit card. She said “Jerry, a 45 year old shouldn't be using his mother's card to pay for things,” On another note it depends on what kind of prank you want in the video. In my opinion real life pranks are better than video pranks. For example, one time I pranked my college friend Seth because he said if an intruder broke in he wouldn't be scared. So that night I broke his window and climbed into his house. I knew my prank was epic, but a few seconds later Seth came down stairs with a loaded handgun and held me at gunpoint until I pulled off my ski mask. He didn't even laugh, and instead told me I had to pay to fix the window as it was his mother's house. So, how do you fix a prank you might say? With more pranks! I pranked people by selling them Tic-Tacs and saying they were life-fixers. Apparently people thought they were drugs, and it was funny. One person realized the comedy, and I got referred to people to sell them “drugs,” it was so funny to see their reaction when they tasted mint. I was able to pay to fix the window after those pranks, and I also picked up coins. I scrimped and saved until I replaced the window. 10/10 prank" | |
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| "question": "Are there any pros or cons to living at home after high school?", | |
| "answer": "I have been living at home all through college until now. I am now 45 and I have never moved out of my mother's house. Here are some pros and cons. Pros:My mother cleans up after me. This is great when I don't feel like doing my laundry or cleaning my room.My mom buys me games, snacks, and pays for everything. Additionally, I also write her a shopping list of the things I want to eat.I never have to worry about money, and I only got a job because I wanted it. Then I quit when I realized I would have some more video game time if I quit, so I got fired by slapping my manager with a burger.Cons:My mother shames me all the time. She says that I'm “spending all her pension,” just because I still live with her. I resolved this by breaking a leg off of her endtable.My mom changes the password on my Steam account. Now you may ask “Jerry why don't you change the password so that she doesn’t know it?” That is because she lets me still use my computer but I can't use Steam. One time I changed my password, and she took my computer away because I didn’t tell her what the new password was. Now, I have a password that she knows so that I don't get my computer taken off me. Besides, I can just play Scratch which has near identicle games.I get bitched at when I don’t flush the toilet. This is stupid because when I walk in and there is shit in the toilet I just flush it. I don't know why she gets so angry when I forget to flush, or if I'm lazy and leave. She doesn't realize that you don't have to flush the toilet immediately because one time I waited 2 weeks." | |
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| "question": "Will my number get disconnected if I prank call people?", | |
| "answer": "No, it wont! Prank calling is a favorite pastime of mine. When I feel bored I like to disrupt business just for the laughs. For example, I like to prank call Pizza Hut and ask for a Purple Moon Pizza. I also like to call Sonic and ask for a piss flavor slushee. Unfortunately now when I call my friends I come up as Spam Risk probably because I went on a 12 hour marathon pranking businesses. Some may say that I am quite a prankster." | |
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| "question": "What are the best ways to deal with crazy people screaming?", | |
| "answer": "Assert dominance by also screaming. During black Friday in 2007 there was a huge fight at this furniture store I was at. There was lots of screaming and yelling which could come across as overwhelming. I decided to defuse the situation by adding myself into the fight, yelling, and then ripping apart pillows. Unfortunately, the store was Karens and made me pay for all 17 of the pillows I “damaged,” and it was bullshit." | |
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| "question": "During Christmas, my 4-year-old son was throwing a tantrum, so I told him that Santa wasn’t real. Was this reasonable?", | |
| "answer": "No, lying to your child isn’t acceptable, and they deserve to know the truth unless it will cause them harm to know. What is acceptable: Letting them know their behavior is likely to result in their name being added to Santa’s Naughtly List and they will have a negative relationship with Santa, who will be pissed off and possibly not be forgiving for the year, but he will be forgiving in the following Christmas. What isn’t acceptable: Lying and telling false news regarding Santa and telling blatant disprovable information such as “Santa isn’t real,” It is Anti-Santites like you who possibly unknowingly spread very dangerous Anti Santa rhetoric, that leads to millions of non-believers each and every year." | |
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| "question": "How is sense of humor so important in today's world?", | |
| "answer": "You can make light of awful situations. Man’s Search for Meaning is a book by Viktor Frankl, and it describes his experiences being a Jewish person who survived the Holocaust and he lived at Auschwitz. He was very lucky to have survived and his experiences apply to many people's lives. In one part he explains how humor helped him through his experiences. Facing the dehumanization the Nazis had put them in humor was an escape from the brutality. Similarly, I have done the same in my life. For example, one time during my nephew’s birthday party I was permitted to do a comedy routine. My family got angry at me even though my routine was funny. For context my nephew was going through chemotherapy and so he was bald. I started my comedy routine by calling him “Mr. Clean’s doppelganger,” but the only person laughing was grandpa, who was probably just high. Next, I pointed at his head and said “Look at your hairline dude! You’ve got the brows but your hair is gone like my virginity. You look like fucking Smeogal, where is your precious man?” At this point nobody was laughing, and the atmosphere felt more tense, so I had to do a quick save. I said “Credit where it’s due, if you died we wouldn’t all be here.” Then sarcastically I said “We are all so happy you made it,” Everyone acted like complete Karens even though I was making light of a bad situation. When he eventually succumbed to his illness two years later I again made the observation that he looks like Mr. Clean. Again they all acted like Karens and now they don’t talk to me anymore. The moral of this story is that you have to be able to accept comedic genius in bad times, otherwise you will be an offended snowflake Karen and you will never laugh in your entire life." | |
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| "question": "How do you deal with an adult who is behaving like a child and throwing temper tantrums because he didn't get his own way?", | |
| "answer": "I don’t know. People who act like this are absolute Karens. One time when I was at the grocery store I was shopping, and my mother was angry because I was buying high calorie junk food. She was really upset, and was basically being a Karen because she said “Jerry put that back,” so I who was 39 at the time behaved maturely. I decided to show her by saying fine, and then destroying the chips. Chips flew all over and I threw them around because my mom was being a mean person with a temper tantrum." | |
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| "question": "What’s the best excuse your child ever gave you to be excused from dinner?", | |
| "answer": "Not my child as I am a virgin, but my nephew. We were eating steak and he complained there was no lobster as he wanted surf n’ turf. We were in Cape Cod, and I was 38 at the time, so I joked “Why don't you just go and catch a lobster?” Unfortunately, he actually wanted to do it, so I was forced to go outside and help him catch a lobster. We went out to a lake near the house we were renting. I was feeling irritated because I knew he would never find a lobster in the freshwater lake. While playing games on my phone I heard my nephew call out to me “Jerry look!” To my surprise he had somehow caught a lobster within 5 minutes of being outside. I was so shocked. We went back inside the house, and I Googled a recipe to cook lobster. I complimented my nephew and we got to cutting the lobster apart. The lobster was a great addition to the meal. Everyone was praising my nephew and I felt left out, so I decided to go out to try and catch on my own. I waited for four and a half hours trying to catch a lobster. I got my nephew to wait with me, but it was to no avail. I asked how he did it, and he claimed to have just found it. I then seeked for about an hour, and I was pissed by the lack of progress so I just walked into the lake to find some lobsters, after looking for some time I gave up, but noticed small worms all over my legs. I went inside to complain when my family alerted me that they were leeches. At first I thought it was a prank because I didn’t think leeches lived in a temperate climate. I was annoyed that my nephew didn’t have to deal with any leeches, so I picked them all off and yelled at the leeches. Then I logically went to the hospital to treat me. My family said I ruined the vacation because I came back with a huge medical bill, and they said “It wasn’t urgent,” but I think they are dumb because I could have lost my legs." | |
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| "question": "My cousin’s brother is mad at me because I tried to prank him with his friend. What should I do now?", | |
| "answer": "When this happens I tend to find that playing the victim is an effective strategy. I pranked my friend James in sixth grade by throwing a rock at a wasp nest above him. It upset the wasps and he ran away getting stung. I giggled and he ran inside my house. I knew that James was a tough guy, and he didn’t even cry he just looked confused. So, I decided to tell him my prank. I said “James, I threw a rock at the nest,” expecting James to laugh at the situation I waited. James did not however laugh, instead, he got very angry. “JERRY WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” he yelled at me. James grabbed my shirt, so I decided to play the victim by wailing as loud as I could. My mother came in and I said James was trying to beat me up. Exasperated James explained to my mother what had happened. Unfortunately, my mother didn’t believe in justice because she took James’ side, but he was sent home. I only got a minor punishment for being banned from sweets for 20 minutes. It was unfortunate because my popsicle melted at the time of my grounding, but at least I wasn’t the one who got sent home as punishment for being stung by wasps. Also, if anyone is reading this please know that I wasn’t disturbing the wasps to be mean to James. I was just young and stupid. Now as an adult I would have thrown a larger stone instead, so my prank was funny, and I would have picked a slow person as my victim, so they had trouble getting away." | |
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| "question": "How can you tell if someone is about to lose their temper?", | |
| "answer": "Well, I know a lot about myself because I have had my temper on countless occasions. When I am getting angry I begin to visibly get aggressive. This is then followed by me doing something to the person making me angry. Most of the time I destroy their nearest possessions. If they don't have anything I can easily destroy instead I throw whatever is nearest at them. For example, salt shakers, picture frames, clocks, apples, silverware, etc." | |
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| "question": "Are temper tantrums an effective management strategy?", | |
| "answer": "Yes. My go to response for anger or any type if discomfort is called a “temper tantrum,” by my peers, but I see it as a way to manage my emotions. Four years ago a kid was being annoying in an Italian restaurant while I was eating food with my family. He was running around the store, and I was pissed off, so I simply stood up and screamed as loud as I could “STOP FUCKING RUNNING!” and the kid broke down in tears, then I picked up my plate and smashed it on the ground and chaeed the kid around the restaurant knocking things over and yelling. It was a great idea because I got over my rage easily. You can look at my other posts as I have demonstrated how temper tantrums are great at defusing situations." | |
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| "question": "What does it mean when someone says they fell on themselves?", | |
| "answer": "I have done this before. One time at the trampoline park I was jumping around and having fun. This was when I was 30 years old. Then this kid challenged me to do the coolest jump. I wasn't going to let some little nerd win, so I jumped up the wall, but I miscalculated and I fell onto my arm. I fell onto myself, so I was pissed off. I saw the kid walk over to his parents, so I made up a lie and told them that he was swearing and called me fat. It was funny because even though I didn't win the jumping competition I still won because I wasn't grounded." | |
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| "question": "What does it mean when people say \"I'm keeping an eye on you\"?", | |
| "answer": "I think you are mistaken. It is actually “I’m keeping an ‘I’ on you,” which means you have an incomplete on your report card. I had many of these through school, but it all ended up well because now I am living comfortably at 45 with my mother. Her pension is the best because I never need to work. I had a job at Burger King until I quit in September by slapping my manager with a hamburger." | |
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| "question": "What are some nice things to say?", | |
| "answer": "I complemented this person who was always going to work looking like absolute garbage. I told her “Wow, you actually look good today,” it felt good being nice to ugly people. She cried and left and I got reprimanded by my manager for “creating a toxic work environment,” it was such bullshit, so I went to the soda machine and drank as much as I could to get over the Karen, snowflake behavior." | |
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| "question": "Is it rude to invite a friend to a party that you were invited to even if you asked permission from the host?", | |
| "answer": "Yes. It's rude as fuck when random people come over to my parties. I once invites 7 people to my dinner party, and then more than a dozen showed up uninvited. I was so pissed so I screamed “GET OUT!” Turns out it was my mother's book club meeting up, and my mother grounded me in front of my friends. It was embarrassing because I was 37 years old when this happened. So I protested her by holding my breath, but I only lasted about 10 seconds. Then I protested by sitting on the ground in the middle of my mom's boom club. She was acting like a Karen, and it was mean." | |
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| "question": "How do the elves feel about Santa's work?", | |
| "answer": "I have met Santa on various occasions. With some research online and speaking with Santa I can tell you that even though there are some labor violations it's all for the better. In Santa's village elves live in massive apartment blocks and some live in communes. The elves all happily work, sleep, and die in Santa's village making toys for everyone around the world. According to the movie Elf, Christmas Spirit powers Santa's sleigh, and from outside research I have found that Santa's elves are also helped by Christmas Spirit. I have found various sources spreading misinformation and claiming that people in China apparently work in sweatshops for the holidays. Now, I don't doubt the existence of sweatshops in China. However, there are poorly photoshopped images that always come out around the holidays that photoshop human workers into Santa's workshop. Allow me to demonstrate. Original:Photoshopped:As you can see someone is trying to slander Santa and make up lies about him which is very unkind. They are just being Karens for not being on the Nice List like me. So, if you ever see someone saying Santa has a sweatshop just remember they probably are a no-good, non-believer, Karen, asshat. There are too many Karens out there hating on Santa for no fucking reason. Like Santa like Santa like Satan like Santa" | |
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| "question": "How does Mrs. Claus feel about her husband's job?", | |
| "answer": "She probably is happy with his career choices, but disappointed that Santa hasn't given me my Christmas wish. I want to lose my virginity, but even though I have wished for it for 32 years I haven't even gotten my wish. This is disappointing because Santa should have gotten around to it by now. She probably is pissed about the electric bill at the North Pole as well." | |
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| "question": "Does Santa Claus have a Christmas list?", | |
| "answer": "I do believe that Santa has a Nice List out there somewhere because I am certainly on it. I get presents from Santa every year because I behave well. In addition to this I remember reading a story somewhere that in 2011 when Osama bin Laden's house was raided they took his computer. Hidden in an encrypted folder was Santa's entire Nice List. I don't know why Osama bin Laden was looking at Santa's Nice List because there is no way in hell he is on there after all he's done. Because of this the C.I.A. kept Osama's laptop which was also in 2011, the year that Santa didn't get me anything. At first I believed Santa wasn't getting me anything for wrecking my mom's car. However, the evidence of Osama having Santa's List probably means that the C.I.A. stole Christmas. We Know that Santa has a list because the one year he didn't have it I got no gifts." | |
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| "question": "How do you think Santa Claus will change in the future?", | |
| "answer": "Hopefully he does. I know Santa for many things. First he has been consistent in bringing me gifts almosy my entire life. Ever since I was 6 and I baked Santa cookies I have been on his permanent Nice List. However, even being on Santa's Nice List doesn't come with everything. For example sometimes Santa forgets a wish or two. I have been wishing to lose my virginity for over 32 years. It hasn't happened yet, but I hope that my wish this year will be a success alongside the advice I have been getting from Andrew Tate. Also in the future I hope that Santa will stop by my house for a chit chat. Santa has failed to stop by my house over the years when I ask him at malls. So I have been setting up Santa traps to catch him. This is because I want to travel with him to the North Pole so I can meet the elves and visit his Christmas village. In the future I think that Santa will get more receptive to what we want. I have already sent dozens of letters and emails to the North Pole, and if Santa continues being a prick I will become Santa. I will live in the South Pole and give presents to people." | |
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| "question": "What are some tips for managing anger towards one's parents as a grown adult?", | |
| "answer": "Good question! I have often found myself having to manage my anger for many many years. I have been very pissed of by my friends parents, so let me explain how I chose to handle it. First, here is some context. While eating dinner with my friend’s parents his mother asked “Jerry could you pass the salt?” I was so excited because I thought she would never ask. Now, why was I so excited you may ask. It was winter, so I had collected salt from on the sidewalk and it was in my pockets. I cheerfully grabbed a blue piece of salt and handed it to her, and she said “no silly, the tablesalt,” I was so confused. Without thinking much I pulled a handful of salt from my pockets and put it on the table. At this point my friend's mother began pointing and saying “right there Jerry!” I was pissed off because she was assuming I couldn't manage a simple task, so I stood up and went to the garbage bin and I kicked it as hard as I could. It hurt my toe so I was even more angry. I walked into the living room and I saw the Christmas tree topper. It was annoying me because it didn't looked normal. It looked like this:I was pissed because this family was so stupid putting something like that on the Christmas tree, so I grabbed it and chucked it into the fireplace. I was feeling less angry, but the Karens who were hosting decided to kick me out. I was so angry, so when leaving I left a mean sticky note on their car to teach them a lesson." | |
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| "question": "Why do people feel bad after hearing the death news of a person they once knew?", | |
| "answer": "Honestly, I don’t get it either. I was at a funeral and when I overheard someone saying “he is in a better place,” I was stumped. I thought to myself what the hell are they talking about. So I responded “how is the ground better?” an old lady loudly exclaimed “how dare you?” and I was puzzled. What had I done wrong. Someone called me disrepectful, and then the waterworks rolled in. People around me began crying, and apparently it was MY fault even though I did nothing wrong. It was so fucked that everyone was villianizing me. So in anger I picked up a vase and I smashed it on the ground before storming out of the funeral. Then my mother ordered me to apologize, so I did a half-assed apology and left." | |
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| "question": "Does the US have anything to regret?", | |
| "answer": "Not electing me to president. I am running once again in 2024 because I am a certified genius, and would make this country so much better. My entire political career has been a failure because nowadays people value complete buffoons and not people with the brains. I am qualified for the presidency because I know what people care about. For example, I find it so stupid that tax isn’t included on the price tags for items in stores. When I was 14 I scrimped and saved until I had enough money to buy a piece of candy at the store. I had money to the exact penny listed on the price tag. I was so excited so I grabbed the candy and ran up to the register to purchase the candy. I smiled, but then I heard awful news. There was something like 3 cents that I owed in tax. I was so pissed off all of this hard work just to learn the greedy no good government wants to take my hard earned money as a bonus. I yelled and I pushed over a shelf and ran out of the store with my candy bar. 20 minutes later and I was in cuffs being read my Miranda Rights. The second part of my agenda would be to ban cyberbullying, Karens, and trolls. Too often do these people disrespect me especially on Quora. I would ban these activities from the White House. The third part of my agenda would probably be to close the border. I heard that there is an invasion on our southern border, so I will make sure that people entering our country aren’t trying to invade because that isn’t kind. The fourth part of my agenda would be to create more green energy. I read somewhere that green energy is good, so I would simply sign an Executive Order that America has to go green or I will be pissed. The fifth part of my agenda is to expand the military. Right now our military is way too small. In fact the United States Armed Forces are like the 5th largest in the world. This number is too low, and I want to increase it to at least the third largest military. The sixth part of my agenda would be an Executive Order to undo the Supreme Court’s decision in overturning Roe v. Wade. This is because I saw on this feminist website that it’s apparently unfair that people who get pregnant to have to carry the baby. However, I also read somewhere that abortion clinics are bad because they harvest stem cells to make smoothies for Hillary Clinton. Seeing as I didn’t vote for Hillary Clinton in 2016 I know that she is a prick. So I will also ban selling stem cells to Hillary Clinton, and instead I will give her a vegan alternative. Speaking of vegans, the seventh part of my agenda is to impose a Vegan tax. This is because vegans are annoying as fuck and if it will make them shut the fuck up I will gladly support this. Being vegan is fine so long as you don’t feel the need to mention it to everyone. Eighth, I would stop sending international aid out to other countries. Why should we give money to Africa if its going to be poor anyways? The last part of my agenda would be regarding education. I think that education is dumb, so I am entirely in support of charter schools because they would mean less kids being educated, which equals less hours being wasted. In addition to this I would legalize partial child labor to keep the kids busy while they don’t go to school because their parents are too poor to afford it. Don’t worry I don’t want kids to be doing dangerous jobs. Here are some jobs that I believe kids are entirely capable of doing and I would like to see more children doing.Garbage and waste disposal- Keep our cities cleanAmbulance drivers and paramedics- It will save many lives to have more paramedicsLawn mowing- Most kids can mow lawns, even those without electricity can just use scissorsAccounting and finance- Kids know lots about moneyInvestments- It’s just a guessing game anywaysArmed personnel- Because we need a larger armyFactory workers- Lets bring jobs back to America, the right way this timeInsurance people- Kids have an interest in insurance and keeping people from financial ruinHere are my results also for political compass tests. " | |
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| "question": "I was invited to a party but I don't know the other guests. How do I politely decline?", | |
| "answer": "Why would you decline? Are you anxious about meeting new people? You shouldn’t worry about meeting new people, and I would suggest that you go to meet other people. I went to a party back in college and basically nobody knew me before, but after the party I was famous. This was because during the party someone called me “stupid,” and it really offended me. So I decided to punch a picture frame as hard as I could and I ended up smashing it. Then I proceeded to open a cabinet in the kitchen and I sprayed Windex at the bully. I ended up hitting his eyes. From that point forward I was talked about all over campus as the guy who sprayed Windex during the party. I even got nicknames like the Windex Bandit, and the Spritzer. It was cool because even though people didn’t know my real name they did know my nickname, and I could hear it across campus for about 3 weeks before someone died in a car accident and everyone had to pretend to be sad. I literally didn’t give a shit, and I never will!" | |
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| "question": "Is it ever acceptable to skip dinner and just have dessert?", | |
| "answer": "I mean, I don’t see why not. My mother seems to have an issue when I go strait to dessert and it doesn’t make much sense. My mom got angry because instead of eating my dinner of clam chowder I just ate an entire cheesecake. I don’t know why she was angry because clam chowder tastes so bad." | |
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| "question": "How do I deal with the stress of high school?", | |
| "answer": "Well I'm not sure that I am the most qualified to answer because in my education I had stress only on few occasions. Gradewise I was very smart, so I never had to worry because I would always get at least D’s, C’s and sometimes I would even get B’s on tests. However, when it came to midterms and final exams I tended to be a little stressed out because there was always the chance that I could’ve failed and been held back. I alleviated this stress by simply cheating on all my midterm and finals. During freshman year on the midterm for English I literally carried in a book with my entire essay already written out that I spent the test time copying down. My plan was a success because my essay was the 17th best in the class of 19! That made me happy because I knew there were two complete morons in my class. The other thing that stressed me out way more than grades was getting in trouble at school. The first time I got talked to by the teacher was in kindergarten when I stole chalk and threw it at other students. The reason I did it was because I believed the teacher would block them from being hit, but she didn’t see me with the chalk until it had already hit the kids. I got a letter sent to my mother as well who didn't let me use chalk anymore. Throughout my school career I have visited the principal’s office countless times. The first time I have ever gotten sent to the principal’s office was in 1st grade when I ran away during a field trip. Our class visited the zoo, and when at the zoo my class was moving at a snail’s pace, so I decided to run over to the Primate House to look at all of the monkeys. I loved monkeys, but then one of the teachers chased me down and I had to sit out while the entire class got to look at the monkeys. I was so angry so I threw rocks at the ground. Then when I got back to school the teacher immediately sent me to the principal’s office where I had to explain what I did. When I got home I explained what had happened to my mom, and she let me go to the zoo to see the monkeys. I learned to get over the stress of getting in trouble from this point because I learned that no matter what I did someone else will always cover for me in life, and it will never be my problem. If you adopt this mentality you will also never be stressed out in school. Just like me who is 45 years old and I don’t have to worry about anything. For some time I lived with friends and other relatives, but I am living with my mother now in Akron, Ohio which is far from where I grew up in Oklahoma. I also am basically rich because my bank account has $8,000 right now which is a huge savings for someone my age. I want to go and spend it all going on vacation to a foreign country. I’m just rambling now, but just remember not to worry about school at all because it doesn’t matter and is super dumb." | |
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| "question": "Are little white lies more acceptable than big ones?", | |
| "answer": "In my opinion they are, but society seems to have a different perspective. Namely, my mother gets angry regardless of how large or small my lies are. She got just as mad when I lied to my dentist as when I lied to my probation officer. Allow me tell the two stories so that you can understand how stupid it is that my mom got angry equally for both scenarios. In 2018, I lied to my dentist when getting a rotted tooth removed. I said “I brush and floss every single night,” This is because dentists ask stupid questions like “how often do you brush your teeth?” And I just wanted to skip all the bullshit of when I tell the truth. When I tell the dentists the true story that I hardly if ever brush my teeth and instead chew on gum or eat Tic Tacs they always get shitty about it and they tell me my teeth are in critical condition. So on this occasion I didn’t want to deal with the same stupid ordeal again so I simply lied. Immediately after my lie I waited for praise, but after a few second pause my mother said “oh Jerry, could you stop lying to the dentist?” I was dumbfounded that my very own mother would decide to expose my lie to the dentist. I wanted to tell a single harmless lie, but my mother wouldn’t allow it. In rage I stood up from the dentist chair and I said to my mother “What are you? The Teeth of Police?” My mom got all shitty about it and she didn’t even get my clever joke. She took away my candy privileges for two entire weeks. Those weeks sucked because the next day was Halloween, so I didn’t even get to go trick or treating, and my costume was great. I was dressed as a homeless person, and it was a great costume because I didn’t need to buy anything new. I just opened my wardrobe and pulled out the wrinkliest clothes that I had, which was a large selection. Now for the next story which was another harmless lie. My parole officer checked up on me and asked “Jerry have you gotten into any physical altercations with anyone recently?” To which I responded with a simple “no,” Now, to my defense, I am an upstanding citizen and I would never lie to an officer of the law, but today was an exception, it was January 25th, so it was Opposite Day. My mother grounded me and changed the password on my Steam account as punishment. I was angry because at the time I was 42 years old and I knew damn well that it was a grounding of pure spite to create emotional torment. So to answer your question, no. Although I disagree with society little white lies are not more acceptable than big white lies." | |
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| "question": "Why do I hate to see other people ruin their lives?", | |
| "answer": "Not sure. Most of the time we think of people ruining their lives we really hate to see people getting consequences for their actions. Like for example there was this guy I knew named Tarun. Tarun was an absolutely awful Karen because on my birthday he forgot to tell me “happy birthday,” logically, I chose the responsible and mature thing to do. I decided to catfish Tarun as a person from Malaysia. I ended up having Tarun chase me from place to place for 2 weeks until he came back home. Some people say that my life has been ruined because of the following reasons.I am 45 years old.I have a criminal record.The longest I have held a job is a little under a year at Burger King.Entirely depend on my mother and her pension to survive.Am a virgin.I have ruined multiple family occasions.I eat spaghetti with a whisk.I have never had real success. In fact I was always getting near failing grades in school my entire life. Ever since elementary school I have been falling behind in class.To answer your question. The reason you probably don't like to see people failing is that it sucks to be failing." | |
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| "question": "How can you cook iceberg lettuce so that it is healthy and does not taste like raw cabbage?", | |
| "answer": "My recipe is good. Ingredients: 4 tbsp of lard 1/2 lb of cheddar cheese 1 head of iceberg lettuce 1 ounce of orange juice Directions:Using a large pot heat up cheddar cheese on either stove top or open flame.Melt lard and put iceberg lettuce in a single thick layer.Once iceberg lettuce is light brown (and not from rot) pour melted cheese.Eat food with spoon and drink orange juice.I hope this solves your problem." | |
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| "question": "What does an iceberg lettuce taste like?", | |
| "answer": "I used to work at Burger King, so this is one of the few times my credential will actually make sense on an answer. With the experience I got being an employee I can tell you that iceberg lettuce tastes as poor as my life's decisions. It's somewhat crunchy, but at the end of the day it's like every vegetable. It's just water with a cell structure. The most use I have ever gotten out of iceberg lettuce was I once threw it at this guy. My friend would watch Family Guy with me and then raid my pantry. I was sick and tired of this little prick believing he was entitled to my food. Once he asked if I had Pringles. When I lied and said “no,” he searched my pantry until he found them. So I decided to throw a head of lettuce at him to teach a lesson. The lettuce broke his nose, and my court date is soon. I'm talking with my lawyer and he says I might want to take a plea deal." | |
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| "question": "What are some thoughts on giving the two thumbs up pose in pictures? Is it okay or is it considered rude today?", | |
| "answer": "I was typing, and initially thought that two thumbs up isn’t rude, but actually in certain circumstances it could potentially come off as rude because everyone in the world is a Karen. I would take pictures mostly with one tumb up because I normally hold the camera in my other hand. One time at a funeral I put my camera on a timer, and stuck it in the casket to do my two thumbs up pose. Apparently it was offensive because I was taking a smiling photo at a funeral. I knew that the hosts were just being sociopaths though all because I wasn’t invited and just walked into the funeral. Seriously, I didn’t even know the people there I just wanted to take photos for my stock image business I am starting. If you hear of a business called Jerry’s photos one day that might be me because that's what I will name my company. Not a promotion or anything like that." | |
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| "question": "If I did something bad in school and I try to give money to the teacher to not tell anybody, could I get in trouble?", | |
| "answer": "Yes, in junior year I was failing history, and I tried to pay the teacher part of my allowance that I saved up. I offered $7.00, but the teacher was a Karen and wouldn’t change my grades. Instead I got reported to the principal and they said it was an “violation of the school’s code of ethics,” I thought it was obvious bullshit and I got suspended from school for 2 weeks. When I got back I offered $8.00 instead and I ended up in the office once again." | |
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| "question": "Who cooks Christmas dinner in your family, and do you help out?", | |
| "answer": "Typically it is my mother who cooks on Christmas. I help out by helping to eat all of the food. She makes a lot of food because I like to pig out on whatever she cooks. I also help out by going grocery shopping because I am so responsible and I also get to by candy sometimes when I go out to the grocery store. If mom doesn’t let me I eat the snickers at the store, so that the employees see me and my mom has to pay. I also help by singing Christmas music like the one that goes dun dun dun dun dun dun daaaaaa, or the one that goes dun dun dada dun dun dada dun dun dun dun dun dada, or sometimes I sing the one that goes dun dun dun da, dun dun dun da, dun dun dun da, dun dun dun da, dananananananananana, dun anana dun anana dunanana anana." | |
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| "question": "What are your thoughts on going out to dinner with friends or family?", | |
| "answer": "I usually like going to dinner with my friends and family. I was eating dinner with my family 3 days ago, and we were enjoying our meal. I tried to show my magic trick and the table, and I started to drink my water through my nose. I accidently inhaled the water and I sprayed water all over the table. My mom was being mean because I made a little accident with my insanely cool magic trick. I was unhappy, so I went into the bathroom and I went through the wrong door and ended up going through the emergency exit, which activated an alarm. I ran back to the booth, but everyone in the restaurant was evacuating. Luckily nobody knows it was me, and I blamed a child nearby for opening the door. We ended up getting food from McDonald’s instead, and my chicken nuggets tasted good." | |
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| "question": "What are some ways to prevent friends and family members from wasting food?", | |
| "answer": "Well, when I am being wasteful my mom used to close the trash bin so that I can’t open it anymore. However, I found out how to open the garbage bin, so now she just removes the trashbag. However, I discovered that I can still waste meals without the trashbag by putting my food down the garbage disposal. I guess the only way you can prevent food from being wasted is to make sure that it doesn’t taste bad." | |
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| "question": "Why do I hate mean and rude people?", | |
| "answer": "Because they make you feel bad. For example, I am and always have been a victim of sever bullying, both in real life and online. People tend to hate on me for basically no reason other than they don’t like me. The reason that we don’t like mean and rude people is because, well they are mean and rude and they make us feel bad about ourselves. However, you don’t have to feel this way. If you want to get rid of these feelings simply get vengeance. First, make sure that the punishment fits the crime and you aren’t going too far. Here is a great example. I am angered that the cashier at Walmart told me that my card declined. So, I give a punishment to make us both even. Let’s break these down into rights and wrongs. Right things to do:Yell at the cashier until your frustration is gone: You can yell at the employee until your frustration is gone. This is a good way to get rid of your anger and there haven’t been any consequences when I did this in the past.Put the item in your pocket and run out the store: This is a great tactic as long as you can get past the security guard.Knock items off shelves: Cause a massive scene. Also, I recommend evading after about two minutes or before law enforcement arrive.Ask for a manager, when they go to get their manager you can put your item in your pocket and leave without having to worry about your declined card.Wrong things to do:Rob the register: You should never do this because this is criminalDo a slap protest: I tried to protest by slapping my face and banging my head on the shelf until they gave the item for free. It didn’t work, and I got kicked out of the store. In addition to this my head hurt really bad.Put the item back on the shelf: This is the wrong thing to do if you want the item. For example, one time I was buying a watch, but my card was declined, so I put it back where I found it. I left later realizing that I was an idiot because I could have simply removed the tag and worn the watch out of the store.I hope you found this insightful on how to deal with rude and mean people." | |
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| "question": "-What is \"ghosting\" and why is it rude?", | |
| "answer": "Ghosting is when you are in a relationship with someone online and then all of a sudden you stop messaging and responding to messages with no apparent reason. It's called ghosting because they dissappear like a ghost. This can be rude because it leaves someone abandoned without reason and can make them feel awful especially if they talked often or they were a serious part of their life. However, its not always rude, and is an effective tool when used properly. For example, I have ghosted many people online with an alias. I will not be naming my account because it's still in active use. I take pictures with my friend Trisha, and she has no idea what for. I have been using these photos to create catfish accounts that are untraceable because the images are all original. I have used this to catfish and ghost my enemies. For example, I knew this guy named Tarun and he was a piece of shit because he forgot my birthday one year. I came up with this elaborate plan to catfish him. So I pretended to be a girl from Malaysia, and I ended up getting him to visit. The funny part is I have never been to Malaysia in my life. In fact, I only learned about Malaysia when I made the catfish account because I saw it on a globe. For about two weeks Tarun was in Malaysia looking for this person. When he finally came back to the states he was clearly defeated. It was smart because my revenge ruined his time and money. The entire time in Malaysia he was messaging me to meet up, and I would hop onto Google Maps to find a random location to claim to be at. Then I would have an emergency that would make it impossible to meet. He finally went back home after I ghosted him for 5 days. Then to add insult to injury once he returned I messaged him saying that I was “finally ready to meet,” I haven't messaged him in years now, and I grew as a person to accept that Tarun might have legitimately forgot my birthday. I had my suspensions that he was trying to bully, but I came to grow and be better. Since Tarun, I still make it a hobby to catfish random people, and then ghost them for no reason. My life is so pathetic that I have made it my goal for 2023 to get on the show Catfish on MTV. I want to catfish Max and Nev too because I am a supergenius and I could probably trick them into meeting me on the moon. Also, I have never been to the moon and it's funny because I didn't know the existence of the moon until 4th grade. Last story, I catfished another enemy of mine named Stewart. Stewart was an absolute scum of the Earth piece of shit. What he did was he gave me a wedgie back in 6th grade, but I remembered his name, and I finally got my revenge in 2017. I randomly bumped into him when visiting family in Oklahoma. Stewart was working for an oil company or some shit, and he was fucking rich. I was pissed because I am way smarter and was always better composed than him, and now this little bitch had a BMW. Me and Stewart started chit-chatting. First he apologized for bullying me back in school and he said that he was in a rough place as his parents were going through a divorce. I noticed a wedding ring so I asked him “Oh, so you're married now?” Stewart sighed and told me that his wife recently passed away, and he was now the sole provider for their 2 kids. I was so happy to hear this news because the whole time I was thinking of how to catfish Stewart. I was a little bit bummed that he wasn't married, because it would have been great to ruin his marriage, but at least I would have the chance to still catfish him. That night I used an old Facebook account, and started messaging him. He asked me where I lived and I was going to write Texas, but then I thought. I wanted Stewart to go really far away, so instead I told Stewart I was from St. Petersburg. He went to visit and flew to St. Petersburg when I thought of another genius plan. I told Stewart that I didn't actually live in St. Petersburg and instead I lived on the other side of the country. Stewart was initially upset, so as the catfish I convinced him not to leave Russia. I told Stewart to ride on the Trans-Siberian railroad until he got to me in a city called “Irkutsk,” Stewart made his way over it a few days, when I did the genius move of ghosting. Hundreds of messages rolled in over the days, but I didn't care. Stewart deserved being sent to the middle of Siberia because the wedgie he did was so mean." | |
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| "question": "Should Donald Trump and Kari Lake start a new political party called The Whining Crybaby Sore Loser Party (WCSL for short)?", | |
| "answer": "No, they probably wouldn't win the election because that's a stupid name. I know this because when I ran for city mayor back in college I named my party the “Cheeper Gas and More Poleece Party,” apparently the grammatical errors didn't help because Grammarly wasn't invented yet. I made local news for calling buying a billboard and listing all my opponents as “looser poopy pants,” Also, the only vote I got was myself, which was disappointing because I asked my family and friends. Since then I have tried to run for president, and I ran for Senate back in Oklahoma. Nobody realizes my talents, but remember that you can vote for me in 2024 when I run for president again. I will be running as the “Anti-Karen and Cyberbullies Party,” but I haven't got ballot recognition yet. To answer the question they shouldn't run under that name because it's dumb and they wouldn't win. Also if anyone wants to be my vice president please message me so I can arrange it." | |
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| "question": "Is it rude to poop off of a balcony?", | |
| "answer": "It's quite situational whether or not pooping off a balcony is rude. I certainly found it quite rude when I was at a hotel in Florida to see diarrhea falling from a balcony onto the walking path. It would be quite rude to poop off a balcony without a serious reason." | |
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| "question": "Is it customary to bring a dish to share when invited to a dinner party where there will be other guests?", | |
| "answer": "It depends as most things do. However, you should probably already have an idea whether or not to be bringing food to a dinner party. Most of the time it's a safe bet even if you want to just bring something like cookies, or cupcakes. Also, I would be careful on making sure that everyone is bringing food. You don't want to be that person who brings no food but snacks on everything. Additionally, make sure that the things people bring are intended to be eaten. For example, one time at a dinner party I saw this kid with Play-Doh. The invitation said to be sure to bring a meal, and the kid left the Play-Doh on the counter near the food. I saw people filling up their plates, and everyone was skipping past the kids Play-Doh. Knowing that Play-Doh was edible I decided to try some because I didn't want the kid to feel sad nobody was trying the meal he brought. The Play-Doh tasted pretty good actually, and I ended up eating most of the container. The kid came back and I let him know that his Play-Doh tasted delicious. I stood their smiling, waiting for him to explain his recipe, but instead he started loudly wailing. The kid ran out of the room with snot flowing down his face, and I was confused as to what went wrong. His mother came over to me and started basically interrogating me for trying a meal. She said “Is it true that you ate his Play-Doh?” I explained to her that I thought it was a meal provided by the kid. She said “Is this some kind of joke? Are you really that stupid?” I felt kind of betrayed because I have never seen someone get offended over people trying, and enjoying their food. My mother came over and I told her what was going on, and then I understood. Apparently to the child, the Play-Doh was a toy, where I made the simple mistake of believing it to be a meal. This was poor planning on the part of the child because he should have made it obvious it wasn't a meal. I just wanted to add this story in to let you know not to eat everyone's food because some people are greedy and don't like sharing." | |
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| "question": "If you are at a dinner party and realize you do not like the food, is it rude to leave without finishing your meal?", | |
| "answer": "It depends on the scenario. First identify what it is you don't like about the food. Is it too hot, or maybe cold? If there is something about the food that can be easily changed ask the host politely if they can just pop it back in the oven for a second. If you don't want to interrupt I suggest taking matters into your own hands. One time at dinner with my friends parents I realized my soup was too cold. Instead of interrupting my guest I took matters into my own hands. I put my soup into the deep fryer to heat it up. Unfortunately, the host decided to bully me and yelled at me for putting soup in the deep fryer. Another scenario is if the food is fundamentally garbage. If the food is bad don't try to force it down. I once tried to force myself to eat clam chowder and I threw up into an urn. Then the host proceeded to yell at me. It was stupid because their trash food caused me to throw up. So, if it tastes bad try and dispose of it. You can do this by… a) Feeding the food to a pet. I got rid of my chocolate cake by giving it to the family's dog. b) Throw it in the garbage, or the sneakier way throw it out the window. One time I threw food out the window and it was funny because it landed on some children playing outside. c) Loudly announce the food is trash, and slamdunk the food into the trash. Warning: people might cry and get offended. It doesn't make sense because they should take my destructive criticism. My last solution is to carry around your food all night long without throwing it away. One time someone served their family recipe, which looked like the Nasty Patty from that one episode of Spongebob. I didn't want to eat it, but when someone else threw the food away the host began crying. I didn't want to make them feel bad, so I pretended to be not hungry and I carried the hamburger around all night. I was finally able to dispose of the hamburger once I left. Hopefully, this advice was helpful, but remember people are typically Karens." | |
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| "question": "What are some signs that someone might be a thief?", | |
| "answer": "If you suspect someone of being a thief here are some ways to find out.If you catch then stealing then they are probably a thief.Ask them “are you a thief,” (disclaimer: if the cashier takes your credit card don’t ask if they are stealing it. I learned a few years ago that they give it back eventually.Put one of your items in their bag. Accuse them of stealing it, and if they deny it they are definitely a thief.I have used the 3rd method before, and it ended up getting the suspected thief arrested. I got a thief of the streets that day because I am a genius." | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to react when people ignore you at parties?", | |
| "answer": "When I fele ignored I do things that draw attention to me. For example, when I was 33 years old, I was at a birthday with my distant family for a 10 year old. I was angry they were all paying attention to the stupid kid, so I wanted to entertainment and attention. The birthday boy, Aaron opened a lego set, and I thought of a plan. When nobody was looking I picked up the lego set and walked into the living room. While everyone else was eating cake I started building the lego set. Aaron went into the living room and he said “Hey! Why are you touching my legos?” I said “You're not old enough,” and I pointed to the box reccomending 14+. I invited Aaron to help, but he tattled like a little bitch to his mom. His mother walked in and I explained the age disparity between the box and Aaron's age. She said “I bought that for Aaron and it's just a reccomendation,” I said “Well, if it was a movie rated R would you let Aaron see it?” She told me “You have no right opening Aaron's gift and building it for him,” I was pissed because I offered Aaron to help build, but instead he snitched. I explained this to his mother, but she told me that I should have offered first because Aaron might have wanted to build by himself. At this point many other family members were gathered including my parents, and my brother Jeremy. All of then were telling me to apologize Aaron. Jeremy suggested that I carefully destruct the set so Aaron can have fun building it from the beginning. I was happy to finally be getting attention, so I did the right thing, and I deconstructed the set by smashing it on the ground. However, Jeremy decided to betray me by screaming “Why the hell would you do that?” It was so stupid because I was LITERALLY TAKING HIS ADVICE. I said “What? You said deconstruct it!” To which Jeremy yelled back “I said carefully deconstruct, not fucking destroy it,” I was angry so I said fine and I stormed off to the bathroom. I was so angry that I felt like destroying things to let out my rage, so I picked up a bar of soap and I threw it at the mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces, and I got scared. Not knowing what to do I walked over to the kitty litter box and I picked up a scooper. I scooped the shards of glass and I dumped then into the toilet and flushed them. Then I realized that there was still evidence because the mirror was just a wooden frame without glass. I went downstairs and grabbed some paper and tape, and I proceeded to tape the paper to the mirror. Then I drew a smiling face, so that everyone would just think it's a reflection, and wouldn't be able to tell I broke it. I thought that I would get away with it and I went downstairs feeling studious. My plan was so smart, and I went to grab some cake. I hung out with the family and Jeremy apologized to me for his complete overreaction Karen outburst. 30 minutes later though, the host asked what happened to the mirror. Everyone went to check it out, and I realized my drawing wasn't convincing enough for other geniuses. Naturally everyone discriminated against me and assumed that I was the issue, and I was questioned. “Jerry, did you do this?” I responded “Do what? That's a perfectly normal mirror,” Then the blame game started. “Jerry why did you break the mirror?” and “Jerry, just admit what you did, and fix it,” I was insulted by the baseless accusations presented by my family. They just assumed that I did something wrong without any evidence. My family assured me that they weren't angry about the mirror. I continued denying it for about 20 minutes, but then I broke. My family all got angry and were mean even though they promised not to be angry. It was bullshit because they even promised not to be angry. I asked “Why are you all angry?” and they complained that I denied it for a long time. Apparently they were in a rush for answers on their corrupt investigation. My mom said I needed to buy a new mirror, so I asked her for money and I went to the store to replace the mirror. I drove to Walmart and I bought a hand mirror and Mountain Dew. I got back to the house and I announced “I got a new mirror!” Then I walked to the bathroom and the hosts to tell them. My mom ridiculed me. “Jerry, what are you thinking? That's a hand mirror,” as it turns out they wanted a large wall mirror, which was dumb. They just assumed and created unspoken rules to follow. So I got my mom's credit card and I went back to the store and I bought a small, cute mirror with teddy bears on it. Again, they insulted the mirror that I bought because apparently it was “childish” even though it met their requirements. All they said was it had to be a wall mirror, and now for some reason they were being mean. I was angry and everyone watched while I shattered the mirror in rage. Then I stormed out the door and back into my car. My mom called me and told me to return to the party, and I went back. The hosts were pissed off at me even though the directions were unclear. They didn't want me going back to the store, instead they wanted me to clean the mess and apologize to Aaron. I did both of those things, and then when I got back home I got grounded by mom. To conclude, the way to stop being ignored is to create a situation in which it's impossible to ignore." | |
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| "question": "Can white lies be helpful? Is it ever ok to lie?", | |
| "answer": "Yes, I have told some lies that actually ended up great. One time I catfished my enemy Tarun because his girlfriend cheated on him and he was sad. I pretended to be a girl from Malaysia, and Tarun and I were talking every night. He said he wanted to visit me, so I convinced him to fly to Malaysia to visit him. Tarun booked tickets to Kuala Lumpur, and I said that I would meet him at the Petronas towers. I had no idea that he was actually going to go, but he started texting me with pictures of himself at the airport. He said he was boarding and he would message once he landed. Tarun sent me a picture of himself at the connecting airport in Japan and then I realized it was a good thing because he actually left. Then he landed in Malaysia and I claimed to be in Singapore. This went on for about 2 weeks of me claiming to try and make plans, and Tarun trying to locate me. It was great because Tarun was shitty, and I wasted his time and money sending him to a foreign country." | |
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| "question": "When is it harmful to tell a white lie?", | |
| "answer": "Most white lies are barely harmful. For example, one time at the gym someone asked if I would spot them. I fucking hate the gym, but I didn’t want to make them cry, so I agreed to spot and I just played games on my phone. They tried to benchpress too much weight and I didn’t know until I heard him yelling. I sat their giggling because he was being so silly putting so much weight on. Then I just left the gym because I wanted Taco Bell." | |
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| "question": "In what ways can seeking revenge actually make a situation worse?", | |
| "answer": "There was this kid back in 3rd grade who stole my lunch money everyday and it made me cry. I was so sad and angry, and when I told my mom she said to figure it out. So I told my friend, Chris who was a fifth grader and he offered to help me out. That afternoon Chris used a rubber band to launch a pebble in to the bully’s eye. The bully got permanent eye damage, and it was funny because he completely deserved it. Chris got into serious trouble and was expelled from school. It was all around a great situation because even though it made it worse for some people it was great for me as my lunch money wasn't getting stolen." | |
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| "question": "Is it ever acceptable to take revenge?", | |
| "answer": "Yes, there was this kid who I knew was cheating during a test, and it pissed me off because he was clearly copying me. He was copying my strategy which was to cheat during the test and it rubbed me the wrong way. His name was Tim, and I was thinking of how to get a proper revenge. After some brainstorming I just decided to tell his friends that he was a cheater, so I went around telling people. I went to his girlfriend and let her know that Tim was cheating, and she began crying. She said something like “I thought he was the only one who actually cared about who I am,” and I quietly chuckled because I knew that Tim’s test cheating would end poorly. A few days later I learned that Tim’s girlfriend broke up with him and she vandalized his car with spraypaint. To be fair I wouldn’t want to be with a cheater either, but what I don’t understand was why she was so upset about Tim cheating on a test. I would have probably just said it was bad and let that be the end of it. After that point Tim started abusing drugs and he stopped showing up to class. One day I went to talk to Tim and I asked why he was often missing class. He told me that his girlfriend thought he was cheating on her. Tim told me his intentions were to get married to her and that all of a sudden everything went down hill. I was so happy because he deserved this punishment for copying my genius methods." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What are some tips for hosting your first ever Christmas dinner on a budget?", | |
| "answer": "Well, when on a budget its important to both make the party high quality while not too expensive. The main concern can tend to be decoration because its not always the easiest to have nice decorations on a budget. Here is what I did for the first Christmas party I ever hosted. First, I planned the time and day for my Christmas party. Christmas was on a Thursday, but my mom suggested that I hosted on a day other than Christmas, so I hosted my dinner party on Saturday after Christmas from 11:30 am until 10:00 pm. Next, I planned what kind of events I would have set up to entertain. I decided to have my best friend at the time Seth to come over and do magic tricks to entertain the guests. I also left infomercials playing in the living room if my guests wanted to watch tv. I wanted to get wallpaper, but the wallpaper was all incredibly expensive, so I just went to my library and printed out a festive design. I went home with my paper and started gluing each piece of paper to the wall in my living room. The following day I made my meals, of pizza roles, and turkey. Next, I decided to make sure it felt like the North Pole by leaving all the doors and windows open. It had just snowed on that day so it was perfect because Oklahoma wasn’t well known for its snow. Then I shoveled snow in through the windows to make it feel snowy, while not being outdoors. I also poured water all over my bathroom and laundry room to have an ice skating rink. My guests acted like Karens and said that the house was too cold. It was dumb, but the party was great." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do you deal with anger issues as a young man?", | |
| "answer": "When I was young I would confront things that made me feel angry. For example, when I got angry at someone I would find their nearest possessions and I would destroy them. This included but was not limited to pencils, laptops, books, clocks, food, jewelry, tools, sentimental items, medication, cellphones, picture frames, homework, essays, drinks, handbags, eating utensils, hairdryers, bicycles, pillows, chairs, backpacks, doors, rulers, wallets, shirts, coin collections, remotes, and plates to name just a few." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "How do choice and consequences affect our lives?", | |
| "answer": "Your choices today can impact what happens tomorrow. For example, yesterday I threw a rock at someone, and today I woke up in jail. My mom was pissed because she had to pay my bail and now mom is being mean to me about it. She said “Jerry, you cause too many problems in life. Every single day it was something at school, or something at work, or someone in public. Jerry, you are going to have to talk to a therapist because this problem has went unchecked for far too long,” I don’t know why she cares, the bail was only like $2,500 and the rock missed. Anyways, yeah what you do can have consequences." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it bad if I've missed 3 days of school in a row twice this year?", | |
| "answer": "It depends, but typically no. For me growing up missing school 3 days in a row wasn’t really bad. For example, I have been suspended multiple times, often for over 3 days. It didn’t impact my performance in school though because I passed in the 1.3% ile, meaning that I’m so smart I am in the 1 percent. My grades were always very high like D’s C’s and occasionally I got a B- for some classes. My report card had many F’s on it and that was bad, but I was still incredibly studious and big brain." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What if you are invited to a dinner and the person invited shows up with a friend who is not invited?", | |
| "answer": "I say that I don’t have enough food, and then I proceed to give the uninvited guest a trash meal. One time I gave an uninvited guest lard soup, but they enjoyed it, so I gave them a piece of gum while everyone else got cheesecake. They got angry at me and accused me of discriminating, so I roasted the uninvited guest. I called him an “ungrateful little piece of shit,” and he called me a “fat cretin,” I was offended by his rudeness so I threw a salt shaker at his head. Later, I googled his address and I egged his house. He called the police on me, but I ran away and hid in the bushes overnight. The next day, I went home, and I took a shower." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What do you say to a child whose friend said there is no Santa Claus?", | |
| "answer": "Explain this fact. Santa is 100% real. Most people make fun of me because I am 45, and acknowledge the existence of Santa Claus. My friends always laugh at me and say that I am dumb, but I remember having many experiences with Santa proving that he is in fact real.At the mall I have meet Santa on a few occasions. He is always jolly and nice and he listens to my wants.4 years ago on Christmas I heard sleigh bells outside on Christmas. This proves Santa was there because nobody would ever buy sleigh bells for no reason.Santa gives me presents every year. Underneath my tree I recieve presents every year. This is because I am on Santa's permanent Nice List for baking him cookies when I was 6. Most people don't leave him cookies still and he left a letter of appreciation for my hard work. He appreciated them even though the cookies were black and he left them in the trash.Santa has never been mean to me, that's how I know he's one of the only friends I got. I have Santa's name tattooed on my arm because he is my best friend.I also had my doubts, there are a few questionable things about Santa that he has never answered even though I sent letters and emails to the North Pole.I haven't lost my virginity even though it has been my Christmas wish for over 30 years.Santa doesn't remember my name when I go to the mall every time. He still asks who I am, which is wierd because he should recognize me.Santa has never talked to me in my house. I invited Santa to my house, but he declined and said he had to go to the North Pole soon. Because of this I have been trying to trap Santa in my house on Christmas Eve. My Santa trap has been unsuccessful in catching Santa since 2009 when I first tried catching him. My most elaborate traps haven't caught him, at first I tried trapping him with glue. I used flyswatter traps from the store, but he didn't get stuck. I tried trapping him in a cage, but the sneaky bastard must have escaped because the cookies I left were missing. This year I am placing a jumbo sized garbage bag under the chimney with a tripwire. How it works is Santa will fall into the garbage bag which will pull a string releasing a pile of bricks onto Santa to pin him down. Hopefully this trap will catch him." | |
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| "question": "What is an example of a word or phrase with two meanings, one positive and one negative?", | |
| "answer": "“You failed your math test” Negative: everyone laughed at my grades, and my parents called it “piss poor” even though it was a ‘D’. The teacher gave out extra homework and it sucked. Positive: I don't have to do the math test anymore." | |
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| "question": "What is the meaning of \"I am not going to hold you back\"?", | |
| "answer": "When I was in 8th grade I was failing really terribly. The entire 3 years that I was at middle school I was always close to failing. My parents and teachers said in 8th grade that I would probably have to repeat the grade. I was so angry and sad because I was very studious even though I failed often. On one of the last days of school I had to talk with the principal and my teachers said I would need to be held back. I knew the principal very well because I was constantly in his office to be reprimanded or suspended. The principal told me “I am not going to hold you back,” and I was so happy. Middle school sucked so much, and I was glad I would leave. I asked the principal why I would get to go to high school, expecting him to talk about my amazing achievements like flushing the toilet by my self. Instead he said that he couldn't stand disciplining me for another year and that I made him want to quit his job. I said “you should quit your job because you suck!” He ignored me. To conclude if someone says “I'm not holding you back,” it means you are moving on in life." | |
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| "question": "How can I overcome shame and embarrassment from a weak moment?", | |
| "answer": "When someone embarrasses me I assert dominance in the situation or I distract them from why they were bullying. For example, when I was in 7th grade there was this time that I got my test back and it was a 71%. I was very proud of my grade, but this kid in my class named Jack laughed at me. How dare he have the audacity to make fun of my accomplishments. I walked over to the teachers desk and threw a clock at the bully." | |
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| "question": "If someone is upbeat or optimistic, how would they walk/portray themselves?", | |
| "answer": "When I am happy I skip around smiling. One time at the mall, I found a quarter on the ground and I had the uncontrollable urge to sing and skip around the mall. Everyone noticed my joy as people began pointing at me and smiling. People were even recording me, and I was happy to be brightening everyone else's day. About 20 minutes later I was getting tired, and I had already accidently tripped twice. I wanted to buy new shoes, but while skipping into the store and singing I fell on a mannequin and hurt my elbow and knees. I stood up, and someone asked if I was okay. I responded “no,” and I sat down. I was sad because it totally ruined my mood to trip on a mannequin. Also, I lost my quarter in the fall." | |
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| "question": "If someone is bullied in college and he/she went into depression, then what is the solution?", | |
| "answer": "I know the answer to this from personal experience. I was on a college campus and I was severely bullied for basically no reason. I was playing with my beyblades and challenging students to a beyblade battle but some chump started to bully me. He called me a “Middle-aged child,” He had no right to pick on me so I challenged him to beyblades, at first he declined, but then he gave in. Then this absolute lowlife college kid took my best beyblade, but I knew my skill alone would win. I yelled “Beyblade let it rip” and his friends started cracking up at me. I knew that I would be the one laughing soon though, and I waited. Sadly, I miscalculated my rip and I ended up having a very weak beyblade. I felt depressed knowing that I would lose, but then the beyblade was hit out of the arena. At supersonic speeds the beyblade hit the college kid’s eye. The best part was his blade stopped, but once my beyblade hit the ground it continued spinning. I was so happy I began smiling while the student let out an ear-piercing shriek (talk about a really bad loser). To conclude, if you are bullied while on the vicinity of a campus, challenge people to beyblades and destroy them with your epic skillz" | |
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| "question": "Does lettuce have a sense of morals?", | |
| "answer": "Yes, I knew this guy who always ate my Pringles at my house. It pissed me off because I couldn't have the Pringles for myself. He once asked me for Pringles, so I lied and told him I didn't have any. He walked around my kitchen and pantry to locate the Pringles and found them. One time I asked him for one of MY Pringles and he said “no,” So I decided to go on a no Pringles diet for a prank. He asked “Are there any Pringles I can munch,” first who the hell says munch? But I said “eat this,” and I threw a head of lettuce at him. The lettuce was moral in breaking his nose. I thought he would laugh it off, but instead he cried and bled on my floor. Now he is pressing charges, but I will just make up lies in court." | |
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| "question": "What are your thoughts on someone who asks for food at your house but never brings any themselves? Is this considered rude behavior?", | |
| "answer": "Yes. I find it very insulting when people come over and ask for food. This guy I knew was my friend and we would watch Family Guy at my house together sometimes. He asked for a snack and it made me angry because he would always eat all of my Pringles. I was pissed so I decided to lie and say I had no Pringles. He then walked into my pantry uninvited and said “Ah, there they are” I was irate, so the next time he came over I made sure to have no Pringles. When he asked for food I said “eat this” and I threw a head of Lettuce at him. He is pressing charges now, and we don't watch Family Guy anymore." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do people justify behaving badly to others?", | |
| "answer": "They act like its your fault for their bad actions. Don’t let people do that it isn't your fault they act poorly." | |
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| "question": "What should I do about friends telling other people my secrets?", | |
| "answer": "Tell them false facts and fake secrets so everyone thinks they made it up. For example, my friend talked about my secret urinal cake collection and I was so pissed, normally I would throw something at them but I decided to instead try and stop them from telling secrets. I made up secrets that were good about me so that I seemed good. For example, “Jerry’s GPA isn’t a 1.2” and “Jerry is a genyus” Nobody cared and still talked about my urinal cake secret. So I made up a secret that I robbed a gas station. It spread like wildfire, so much that the authorities came to question me. It was a great cover because nobody cared about my urinal cake collection anymore." | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to politely ask a stranger for food?", | |
| "answer": "I am so polite that I don’t need to ask. I was at an Italian restaurant and I didn’t know what to order so I took a lap of the restaurant trying other people’s food. Some lady was angry so I just told her that she was greedy. I was angry and I went back to my seat and I based my order off of the food I snacked on. I got kicked out of the restaurant, but it was okay because I was already full." | |
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| "question": "What does it mean if my crush follows me everywhere I go?", | |
| "answer": "Did they get crushed by a falling object? If so it means that they need medical treatment immediately. Falling objects break bones and cause tears in peoples muscles and the sooner they get to the emergency room the more likely they are to recover. Remember the four R’s for saving someone crushed by a falling object. Ridicule: Ridicule them for being so uncareful. Rescue: Rescue them yourself, or call an ambulance to help them. Revive: If they die try to revive them. Run Away: If they died or are dying run away so it isn’t your problem." | |
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| { | |
| "question": "How can you stand up for your values without becoming confrontational?", | |
| "answer": "Be passive aggressive. Being passive aggressive is a great way to do this. I eat spaghetti with a whisk by spinning up the spaghetti and then sucking it out from the whisk. My mom said I can’t do that anymore and I was angry. So, that night before dinner I took all the forks from the cabinet and got into my car. I drove to a pond and threw all the silverware in, but a police officer saw me. I was scared and I loudly exclaimed “Oops!” So that he thought it was an accident. He told me what I did was illegal so I cried. He said that he could fine me, but I pleaded with him. He said “If you pick them up and dispose of them properly I will let you off the hook.” I agreed and I walked into the pond and retrieved the forks. I drove home with my soaked pants full of algae and I put the forks back in the drawer. Since I ate with my whisk I was the only person who didn’t get violently ill from the forks. It was a big brain move." | |
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| "question": "Is it ever okay to not do what others ask of you, even if they have a good reason for it?", | |
| "answer": "Yeah its totally fine. I was at a restaurant with my family and I ordered spaghetti. I brought my gold plated whisk from home and started to eat my spaghetti. I spun the spaghetti in the whisk and started to put the whisk in my mouth and suck the spaghetti out. This truly is the optimal tool for spaghetti. My family told me to stop, so I said no. Then some Karen complained about how I was eating and said it was “noisy” so I decided to shriek in her face to show her what being noisy really is. Then I grabbed a pepper shaker and smashed it on the ground and I said “Do you want some salt?” Then I dumped salt on her food. I got kicked out of the restaurant. :(" | |
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| "question": "How do you know if someone is offended by your question?", | |
| "answer": "Think about what you do when you get offended. How do you react? One time I was offended because my doctor asked “Why have you gained so much weight this month?” I was angry so I grabbed his stethoscope and I picked up his flower and smashed it on the ground. Since nobody has ever smashed my things I know that I have never offended anybody ever. In other words I’m inoffensive." | |
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| "question": "How can I table-scape my dinner party to impress my guests?", | |
| "answer": "It depends on what kind of meals and people you are serving. I remember that when I went to Alaska to visit my great uncle Gary I had to get out way into the frontier. I took one of those small planes to a town called Tok. His dinner party was cool and he had a dead deer on the table with a rustic feel in his cabin. I threw a house party before and I recommend adding color to your house. I painted the walls in my apartment with Crayola water color paints. After about 10 hours I covered the wall in my kitchen area. I noticed the table was bland, so I assorted condiment packets. Also I heard that aromas are important when people come into your house, so I made each room have a different smell. For the kitchen I microwaved popcorn, but it got burnt 30 minutes before guests arrived, so I put car air fresheners all around my kitchen. In the living room I put cheese out, but the room smelled like burnt popcorn. The style I was going for was classical to I printed out some pictures and put them in pieces of wood as picture frames. On my table I photoshopped my face onto the Mona Lisa and I made one picture for each guest. My guests liked it so much that they took pictures of my Mona Lisa and I saw them sending it to all their friends. People sent back crying and smiling emojis so I guess they liked it too." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How can you improve your grades in school?", | |
| "answer": "I improved my grades a lot one time in high school. I was failing math incredibly bad, so I cheated on my tests. I was so smart that that year I got a big brain C- in math. I also went to college and was being a capper by making up grades and projects that I never did. However, I didn’t always get good grades. One time my teacher gave me an F for basically no reason. I turned in a project only 3 weeks late and she called it “too little too late,” I was angry so I went to my locker and took out my sandwich and I launched it in the teacher’s face. I got suspended so it was free vacation! Later that week my parents and I went to Florida. They planned to surprise me, but since I was already suspended it was great timing. I came back to school with a sunburn and I lied and said I got slapped." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do schools view P or F grades?", | |
| "answer": "I learned after 5th grade that my all F report card was a bad thing. I thought they meant fantastic, and I showed my mom with a smile on my face and she told me I failed. I was angry so I put my report card in the toilet and took a dump. I fished it out and put it into my folder. I gave it to my teacher and I said “If you give me a shitty grade I will give you a shitty job”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the best way to offer to buy a stranger's meal?", | |
| "answer": "Oh I know. I usually take a bite of their meal so that I have to pay for it." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How can you tell if an Apple has gone bad just by looking at it?", | |
| "answer": "if it looks crapple, its a bad apple" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why are avocados getting more expensive?", | |
| "answer": "Because the pit is getting larger so the avocado weighs more and has less space for the green part." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Where do I get some free oranges in the real world?", | |
| "answer": "I go to the grocery store. They have price tags, but I just put oranges in my shoes and leave the store. Sometimes my feet smell like orange juice." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Are there any restaurants that don't require a tip?", | |
| "answer": "Burger King, as an employee it drove me crazy, so I would intentionally not give change to give myself a tip." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "How much should you tip for a $50 meal at a restaurant?", | |
| "answer": "First, take a flat 20% from the price of the meal ($10.00) If they don't offer something free take 25% off the tip first. Ask how long until your food comes. For every minute late take 5% off the tip or add 5% for every minute early. Take 10% off the tip for each Karen interaction. Also take 50% off the tip for every time they disrupt your eating." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Is it ever justified to be brutally honest with someone?", | |
| "answer": "Yes. I speak the facts and some people act like Karens because they can't handle the truth. At Walmart I let someone know that their shirt was hideous and they said I was a “disrespectful piece of shit” I was angry by the libelous accusations so I screamed at them “You are a stupid mean no good bully!” He said “You ate childish and your emotions are totally out of control” I was pissed off by the slander campaign so I grabbed chips from his cart and opened them. Then I grabbed a handful and threw them at him. Long story short I was kicked out of Walmart for telling the facts." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Why do many people hate their teachers in middle and/or high schools?", | |
| "answer": "I hated my teachers because they were all Karens. In total I have got in trouble with many of my teachers. Here is an incomplete, but encompassing list of disciplinary actions taken against me in elementary school. Kindergarten: Never got in trouble with principal, but definitely got talked to by teachers and letters sent home to my parents. 1st Grade:Got in trouble for running away during fieldtripGot in trouble for stealing another kid’s lunch2nd Grade:I snuck out of class and went to recess. I did it twice, and got caught the second timeI broke 17 pencils because my teacher wouldn’t let me go to recess3rd Grade:I got in trouble for slapping a kid and he cried. This was during a slapping contest, and I was winner by default. My principal said I needed to control my emotions.4th Grade:I wetted paper towels and made them into a ball. I was able to stick some of them on the ceiling when I threw them. The janitor caught me and made me take them down with a broom.I took my friend’s homework and replaced his name with mineDuring the pledge of alliegence I walked out of the room to go to the bathroom. The teacher stopped me so I pissed my pants.5th Grade:I stole a kid’s candy on the playground and started eating it. I had to write an apology and I remember writing a secret message in the letter. The first word of each sentence would spell “Not sorry”I called a kid stinky and we got into a fist fight. I got suspended.I called the kid smelly after my suspension was over and I got sent to the principal’s office.Also I had Karen’s after elementary school. I hated my elementary school teachers the same I hated my middle and high school teachers." | |
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| "question": "When is it appropriate to leave a tip, and how do you determine the amount?", | |
| "answer": "It depends on how much math I want to do. If I’m lazy I just leave some cash on the table, or if they are bad I punish the server by leaving a mound of pennies as a tip. You can also use the round up method. Assume the following example. Steak costs $24.99 Fries: $4.99 In total I would be paying $29.98 for my meal, so you can use the rounding method you would round up to $30.00 meaning the tip you leave will be about 2¢. In other words a tip of 0.06%. However, if you want to do math this is how you can determine the tip. First take a flat 20% of the cost of my meal (tip of about $6.00) and then for each minute too late I decrease the amount of the tip by 5%, or if they are early I add 5% to the tip. I also penalize 10% for each Karen interaction. In addition I also take away 25% for not offering something for free, and 50% if they disrupt me while I am eating. So for a meal that don’t offer something for free their tip would go from $6.00 to $4.50. Assuming that there is no Karen interactions but they come 5 minutes late you would penalize another 25%. Their tip would drop from $4.50 to $3.38 (Round up). Then if I was interrupted twice while eating I would dock 50% from $3.38 to $1.69. Then dock 50% from $1.69 to get $0.85 rounding up. I have done this for years, and sometimes the waiter or waitress complains, but I know that my tips are fair." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What happens to me if I do something wrong or to be bad?", | |
| "answer": "It depends what you do bad. I recently slapped my manager in the face with a burger and I now no longer work at Burger King anymore (which was a total overreaction from my manager). Karen’s exist everywhere so be careful." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Why would a guy be rude to his friends but nice to you?", | |
| "answer": "He’s not being rude to your face. Don’t exclude the possibility he is saying wacky shit behind your back." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How can you politely tell someone to stop using their phone in public?", | |
| "answer": "Grab their phone from their hand and say “Stop”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it ever acceptable for your guests to be rude to you?", | |
| "answer": "No, it is totally unacceptable, but I make sure to be respectful even to those who disrespect me. I had a guest for dinner and they acted like a Karen and complained that their plate was dirty, all because it had two stains on it. I was angry because they were being entitled, so I said “here you want a clean plate? Have it” and I threw a plate at them which fell off the table and smashed on the floor. I then forced them to clean up their mess." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What is the etiquette around responding with \"no problem\" after receiving an apology? Is it considered rude?", | |
| "answer": "One time I was apologizing to someone for putting ketchup on their burger when they asked me not to put ketchup on. I said sorry, and they said “no problem”, I was angry because there was a problem. I did something they specifically asked me not to do. Then I realized that they asked for something they didn’t even want because if it was a problem then they wouldn’t accept the burger. In other words they asked for something they didn’t want. This made me angry that customers were asking for things they don’t want because when they don’t get what they want they complain. So I thought fast and grabbed the burger back from them. I wiped the ketchup off the burger on my shirt, and I gave it back. They said they wouldn’t eat it so I got incredibly angry because they confused me. Did they or did they not want ketchup? Because now I gave them what they ordered and they wouldn’t accept it. I was so pissed off by this guy trolling me so I grabbed the hamburger and flung it into the trash. Then I grabbed some ketchup and squirted them with it. For some reason people say I was the problem, but the problem was the “no problem”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are the consequences of lying about being sick?", | |
| "answer": "I lied about being sick to avoid taking a test in 8th grade. Me and my friend were planning on staying home so that we could both study for the geography test. So in the morning I told my mom I felt sick and she let me stay home. Once both my parents left I called my friend, but his mom picked up and I already said “hi”. I didn't know what to do so I pretended to be a ghost because I thought it would scare her to run away. Then once my friends mom was gone my friend could answer. I pretended to be a spooky ghost, but my friend’s mom recognized my voice. She said “Jerry why aren't you in school, and why are you calling me?” I decided to trick her by saying “No this is a pizza place” and she realized I was lying. She called my mom who was at work and let my mom know that I was skipping. Also my friend told his mom our plan which was later passed on to my mom. My mom came home later and told me that my behavior was bad. I was angry so I grabbed a globe from in my bedroom and smashed it on the ground until it broke open. Then I realized that I could have just used the globe instead of calling my friend. The next day I took the test which was to label the U.S. states. I managed to identify 5, so my studying paid off. However nobody saw my achievement for what it was and many people called it a failure. To answer the question skipping school or work is bad because you might break a globe and fail the test." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Why did a friend make me take off my shoes at his house while everyone else is allowed to keep their shoes on?", | |
| "answer": "One time this happened to me when I was going to my enemy’s house. I intentionally jumped in mud so that I could ruin their carpet, but he insisted that I took my shoes off. I was angry he ruined my plan, so I ran around the house tracking mud everywhere. He was incredibly enraged and made me leave the house, so I shrieked and threw my shoes at him. Two years later I saw a for sale sign, so I checked out the house and the brown footprints were still on the carpet. My plan was genius because he never got rid of the stains." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some good ways to greet someone from Texas?", | |
| "answer": "I once yelled “YEE HAW!” at someone in Texas and they beat me up in Walmart. It really hurt badly and they ended up getting in trouble later. Basically just say “Hi” because otherwise you can get beat up." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What are the pros and cons of sitting by the window or at the counter in a restaurant?", | |
| "answer": "Pros: You can make obscene gestures to people outside. I flip off little kids. Cons: When someone throws an item at you it hits most of the time." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why would someone be rude to everyone except for one person?", | |
| "answer": "No it's not really rude. A few years ago at a party me and some people were playing Uno. I was about to win, but then he played a Wildcard to win the game. I tried to explain that it was cheating and he said it wasn't. He didn't believe me so I threw the Uno cards at him and yelled “cheater cheater pants on feeter!” He didn't like that so I said bye to everyone but him." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to deal with an unfriendly, rude and mean person?", | |
| "answer": "I’m a professional at this. I am really good at defusing tense situations. For example, one time this man was angry because I said “What are those?” and I pointed at his prosthetic leg. He said that I was being rude and said I was out of line. I decided to defuse the situation by tripping him and running away." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What is the etiquette around accepting money from someone? Is it considered rude to refuse money when it is offered?", | |
| "answer": "I don’t know the etiquette because when I get offered money I always just accept it. I am 45 and my mom gives me money sometimes. One time my mom told me to go get groceries and she gave me $50 and a shopping list. I just used the money to go to the movie theater." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "How do you react when people make fun of you and your family?", | |
| "answer": "At my brother, Jeremy’s wedding people were making fun of him and his soon-to-be wife. I was angry they were going to ruin his wedding, so I grabbed a chunk off of the wedding cake and threw it in their face. I thought I was the hero, but then Jeremy had the audacity to say that I ruined his wedding. It turns out that the bride and groom were meant to get the first slice and I ruined it because I grabbed a chunk of the cake preemptively. Also, Jeremy said the cake was expensive. I don’t think I ruined the wedding though because in their wedding videos it's now comedy gold with the cake throwing. Also, I was angry that in the videos I grabbed a chunk of the cake because in the videos they turned the cake around on the perfect side. They also were angry because when the priest said “you may kiss the bride” I yelled “EW!” Jeremy said he was going to “slap the shit” out of me, but he was held back by my brother-in-law Cread. Trust me the wedding videos were hilarious" | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What is the etiquette for giving money to strangers who ask for it on the street?", | |
| "answer": "Make sure to only give them pennies so that they don’t get any more money. I saw this homeless guy a few years ago when I went to New York and he was begging for money on the streets. I knew he was going to buy drugs, so I gave him a bunch of pennies because I knew it would make it a hassle for him to get his daily fix." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Is it rude not to call someone by their name if they have told you what it is?", | |
| "answer": "No, I am creative and like to give people nicknames. One of my friends I nicknamed Stinky. Turns out people don’t like to be called that because he slapped my face really hard and hit my head with a notebook (this were in class). I picked up a ruler and hit them with such a force that the ruler snapped. And that’s how I got suspended in 5th grade." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Should you tell your dinner guests the menu before they show up and find something they cannot eat?", | |
| "answer": "No, I like to surprise dinner guests because I always make the best meals. One time I made Party Pizza and people were so surprised by my genius cooking skill. I also made mac and cheese and I make spaghetti sometimes for my guests. I also ordered McDonald’s this one time and said I made the hamburgers. Someone complained at my dinner one time and said they were vegan. I told them that I have grapes in the fridge and they can have some. Typically ignore the complainers because if they want they can go and eat something else. Somebody came over and said they wanted another food so I threw a hamburger at them." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "If you had a friend that made a mean joke about you not having any friends (other them himself), would you want to continue being friends with him even though you confronted him and he apologized? Some words can be very hurtful and unforgivable.", | |
| "answer": "No, because then you have no other friends." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What should you not say when you offend someone?", | |
| "answer": "I say “facts don’t care about your feelings” and people either accept it or act like a Karen. One time I said that and someone got offended so I shrieked at them, threw my shoes, and then ran away. I thought my reaction was okay, but my mom said it was bad." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Many claim political correctness means politeness. So if a person doesn’t like political correctness, does it mean he or she must be a rude person?", | |
| "answer": "No its not rude. I don’t believe in political corectness and I said something and some cringe liberals got angry at me. I told them that “facts don’t care about your feelings” and a blue haired liberal said well, actually facts can be determined by how you feel. I was angry because I am a man of science so I threw stones at them. Liberals always overreact" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why does someone respond to important stuff I say but not “how are you”?", | |
| "answer": "Because you ask about the least engaging question in the entire fucking universe. When I get asked “how are you” I tell people that they asked a shitty question. One time someone said I was being rude so I screamed in their face because they suck." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Is it okay to switch plates in a restaurant if you don't like the food that was served on your plate?", | |
| "answer": "Yes, but people don’t like it because they are mean. At restaurants if I see people with yummier food I go and help myself to their meal. I typically ask what it is first and start talking before asking “Can I try some” or “Can we trade”. Unfortunately we live in a world of evil selfish Karens who wont trade with me. One time some man said it was rude to ask, so I decided to show him rude by dumping his water all over his steak. The man stood up and pushed me so I yelled “Assult! Assult!” the manager kicked me out, so on my way out of the restaurant I threw my shoes at him. I’m never going to steakhouses again." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do waiters avoid dropping things on customers?", | |
| "answer": "I don’t think they can avoid dropping on customers. As it turns out waiters can drop things on customers. For years I believed that waiters has some kind of special gravity device invented in the Cold War that kept them from dropping plates. I tested this by bringing a dodge ball into Olive Garden and throwing it at a waiter. As it turns out there is no device and someone’s meal got dropped on the floor." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "Is it okay to not tip delivery?", | |
| "answer": "I understand being upset, but in almost any case you should make sure to tip. I tipped someone delivering pizza, but they were like 20 minutes late. I decided to tip them in pennies so that they had to carry around a bunch of change. I handed him each penny individually and he started getting angry. He asked if I had cash and I said “Yes, but I want to pay your tip in exact change. My plan was to keep handing pennies until his patience ran out. He lost his patience after two minutes and he said he had to deliver other orders. I was happy because I only gave him like 250 pennies. However, I don't tip every time. There was one time I ordered a pizza and it came almost 1 hour too late. The driver was also missing a pizza that I ordered. I was angry by the piss poor job so I pretended to accept the pizza before flinging it back in his face. I yelled “here's your tip” and I threw pennies from my pocket at him. I'm not allowed to order pizza from that place anymore, but I don't care because their service was totally shitty. Also I hired a hate bot to leave 100 1 star reviews naming the driver and saying he was late. I got a response from owner on Google reviews saying that the driver had been fired already. My plan was a success, I feel like a Chad." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What are the etiquette rules for bringing leftover dishes to potlucks?", | |
| "answer": "I have been to many parties where guests were required to bring their own dishes. Some people bring the takeaway styrofoam containers. I used to do this, but I hated bringing all the containers, so I discovered a life hack. I intentionally bring meals that taste like shit so that nobody asks me for takeaway containers. 2 years ago I promised to bake a cake, but I didn’t want to buy takeaway containers, so I poured an entire vial of vanilla extract onto my cake. It was funny to see people want to try my cake because it smelled good, and the shock was hilarious when people tried it. It tasted like absolute garbage and people were forced to eat it to be polite. An old lady threw my cake away and told me it tasted bad. I was offended so I grabbed the cake out of the garbage and hid it in her purse." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What are some things that should not be laughed at?", | |
| "answer": "My opinions shouldn't be laughed at because they are really genius. Here are my 3 best ideas ever. 1. I came up with the idea of eating spaghetti with a whisk. Back in college, I went to my friend's house for dinner and I was having trouble picking a utensil to eat spaghetti. Before that point, I would eat spaghetti with a fork, but on that day I instead grabbed a whisk. My whisk was the best tool for spinning spaghetti to eat. How you use the whisk is by spinning the spaghetti into it and then sucking the noodles out. You can suck noodles hanging out of the whisk, or you can do my method of putting the whisk in my mouth and sucking it. At first, it can be tricky to spin your spaghetti into the whisk to suck it out, but with some practice, I am now a spaghetti whisk master. Although my idea was innovative and I am a firm believer in eating spaghetti with a whisk I have had a few bullies in my time. However, I won't be telling those stories which there are a handful of. Instead I will be talking about the ones where I was laughed at. I was at this Asian restaurant. As it turns out the whisk isn't just perfect for spaghetti because it's also great for noodles. I was eating Lo mein and some people at the restaurant called me an idiot in earshot of me. The group was being rude and laughing, so I picked up soy sauce from my table and threw it as hard as I could at them. It turns out that soy sauce is in a glass bottle because when it hit the table shards of glass flew everywhere. My intent wasn't to make a mess, but the table was covered with the sauce and broken glass. The other incident happened at Olive Garden when some young adults pointed at me and laughed. That time I picked up my spaghetti with my hand and flung it at them. It was epic because and looked like Spiderman's webs. On both occasions I left immediately afterwards because I was told to stand up to bullies and then give them mercy. 2. I created the real Krusty Krab and I was laughed at and harassed for my creation. In 2004 me and my college friend Seth had both graduated and I was living in his condo. Spongebob was still a new show at the time, and I believe I was the first person to ever make a Krusty Krab. We started our buisiness handing out fliers and we got some customers. When I had people come over from curiosity I seated them at the dining room table. I made them some soup and they paid me like $7. It was great! Unfortunately as it turns out condos cant be turned into businesses because we recieved a letter in the mail to shut it down. The people who run condos are Karen's because they always laughed at me for that. They yelled “I'm ready” whenever I walked by. One day I had enough so I threw a large rock at their car. It went through the window and I ran away. 3. Another business idea I had was to make bricks and sell them. It happened when I saw a construction site and how many bricks they were using. I decided that I could make bricks, so I did some research and I learned that bricks are made out of clay. I went to the store and got some Tupperware to mold my bricks. I then went and made my own clay by digging some dirt and mixing it with water and sand. Next, I put my clay mixture in the Tupperwares and I left them in the sun to dry. Unfortunately it took an incredibly long time to dry and when I took them out it crumbled apart. It was a waste of time, and then my best friend Seth gave me a suggestion. He told me that his dad worked in construction and said that when bricks are built on site they are put in a huge oven. So, that night I brought my clay solution and Tupperwares over to Seth’s condo and I turned on his oven. His oven went to a max of 550° Fahrenheit. Once it got up to temperature I put my Tupperwares in the oven and set a timer for 3 hours. I left to go and get cereal because this was about 2:00 am in the morning. After about 5 minutes I smelled a horrible smell, and heard an explosion in the kitchen. I assumed that it was normal, and the smell was what baking bricks was like, but I decided to check it out anyways. I walked in to see smoke coming out of the oven. Suddenly, Seth ran downstairs and yelled “What was that?” I opened the oven to see the Tupperwares melted and burnt all over the oven racks as well as my clay mixture baked onto the bottom of the oven in a thick layer. Seth turned off the oven and started to yell at me. Seth was absolutely irate. One time Seth broke my finger, and he seemed so angry that I thought he would do it again. I started to scoop my clay mixture out of the oven into a bucket using a spatula. Seth was especially angry because his mother was coming over at 10:00 am to visit, but I was baking bricks in his oven. He asked why I was baking bricks at 2:00 am and I told him it was because I didn’t want to disrupt his time with his mother. After the oven cooled down I picked the Tupperware off and I scrubbed the oven clean. Meanwhile, Seth went to the store to get air freshener. When Seth’s mother came over Seth told the situation and she started laughing at me. It was mean because I was just trying to be an entrepreneur. To answer the question I shouldn’t be laughed at even though I make a few mistakes. I am a genius like Einstein." | |
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| "question": "How can I stop someone from texting me back?", | |
| "answer": "I knew someone who was a constant texter. It was really fucking annoying, but one day I saw their phone left on the counter and I knew what to do. I opened their phone up and took the sim card out. They can’t text you if they don’t have your number. Unfortunately, they got my number back later and were sending short stupid texts such as “heyyo wassup” and “whats going on broski” I can’t stand the level of retardery that is needed to write some bullshit like this. I decided to go and destroy their phone. I was at their house and their phone was out in the open. Me being a handyman I had a hammer in my pocket. I pulled it out and hammered away. After my second or third swing I heard them say “What’s that” from the other room. He walked in and saw me with the hammer and their phone shattered. He went into a long rant, but I didn’t listen because my reason was justified and I know it. I told my mom because I thought she would take my side but she decided to be a Karen. She said she was disappointed in me for breaking someone’s phone and said I should have just blocked the number. To be fair I probably did the world a service by destroying the phone because someone out there didn’t have their day ruined by a stupid text like “what up broski”" | |
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| "question": "What are some ways to prevent sickness from spreading at school or work?", | |
| "answer": "Back when I was in college I used to only hang out with people I knew weren’t sick. I’m a bit of a germaphobe so I try not to get sick. I told my best friend Seth that I wanted to never get sick and he helped me out. We started a coalition known as P.A.S.S (People Against Sickness Spreading) and our goal was to keep the sick people from making us all sick. Our operation was basically to shun people until they weren’t sick anymore and to avoid them at all costs. I remember yelling words like “Diseased, Sicko, Plague Victim, Sick Animal” to help make sure they were avoided. Everything was going dandy for about 3 days until I heard someone cough during a lecture. I made sure to let everyone know of the sickness by yelling “CODE RED VIRUS IS SPREADING!” My professor was pissed off, and by pissed off, I mean furious. He stopped the lecture and said “Hey asshole! That cough wasn’t disruptful, but you are. So, I suggest that you pay attention instead of wasting the tuition you spend money on just to tell jokes!” Me and Seth agreed that next time we shouldn’t yell during lectures, so we just began yelled before the lecture a list of people who are known or suspected to be sick. We thought that this was working, but by the next week, Seth and I both received a letter saying we were required to serve Dean’s Detention. Apparently, some people were offended and believed we were targeting people to be discriminated against. We just wanted to let people know who to avoid for health reasons. Seth went to attend his detention, but I decided not to attend so I could hang out with friends after school. A few days later I got horrible news that I got an academic suspension from my college. Apparently, some students thought that I was being discriminatory in pointing out their sickness. Basically, I was suspended for the semester and during that period I also couldn’t receive any financial aid. I spent a few days and I was able to write an appeal to the dean letting him know that I apologized for my actions. My appeal was accepted when I explained in my letter that my intent wasn’t to harm people but to keep them safe. I promised to stop and the dean annulled the academic suspension. Little do they know I continued P.A.S.S but secretly and I never got caught. To conclude the best way to stop spreading diseases is to publically shun and humiliate people for being sick. Also, my dean was very kind" | |
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| "question": "What are the consequences of telling a bad joke at a party?", | |
| "answer": "The consequences of telling a bad joke can be detrimental. About 5 years ago I was invited to a party. It was celebrating the success of the chemotherapy for my nephew who was 11 at the time. I was watching a lot of comedy shows like Dave Chapelle, so I kind of wanted to try stand up. I was given permission to tell jokes at the party and everyone gathered in the living room to here my jokes. First I said “I don’t want to take away from the moment because this is a serious gathering for the man of the hour. Mr. Clean’s doppelganger,” The joke didn’t really land, the only person laughing was grandpa, but he was probably high. Next, I said while pointing at my nephew “Look at your hairline dude! You’ve got the brows but your hair is gone like my virginity. You look like fucking Smeogal.” This time even grandpa wasn’t laughing, so I knew I had to do a quick save. So I said, “Credit where it’s due, if you died we wouldn’t all be here.” Then in a sarcastic tone I said “We are all so happy you made it.” I was told that my behavior was rude by his mother she said it was supposed to be comedy not a roast. I was asked to please apologise. After that point I wasn’t contacted by them until two years later when he succumbed to his illness. I got in trouble at the funeral too for making the Mr. Clean joke again. Needless to say they don’t talk to me anymore." | |
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| "question": "What are some ways to make people laugh at parties without telling jokes or doing anything funny?", | |
| "answer": "Some people hire people to go to their parties as Professional Idiots. These are people who are hired with the purpose of acting idiotic. They actually make good money, I knew this guy who paid his car loan going to parties and acting like an idiot. As it turns out when everyone is going crazy people who act like idiots are very likable and always get talked to. I tried to be a Professional Idiot, and when I got a gig I decided to be funny by running around. I ran quite fast but I tripped and ripped a shelf off of the wall. A bunch of spices fell on the floor and the host screamed at me. Besides that it was great." | |
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| "question": "What is the term for when someone is fired in front of everyone?", | |
| "answer": "As far as I know there is no word for that. I was actually fired in front of everybody and it was hilarious. For the last few weeks my boss has been just a rude and bossy person. A few days ago I tried to get fired by throwing a drink at my manager, but I missed and I just acted as if it was an accident. I wanted my manager to know for sure my action was intentional. I ended up cleaning the soda up and I went to Quora to get suggestions on the other insane ways I could get fired. Someone suggested that I slap my manager with a burger and yell “Do you want fries with that?” I did it 2 days ago and now I am unemployed. I was fired in front of everyone and I was laughing because it was hilarious. Today I’m going back to Burger King to get my revenge. It will be good." | |
| }, | |
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| "question": "What is the best way to respond to a rude dinner guest?", | |
| "answer": "I remember this story from about a decade ago. There was an incredibly rude guest at my friend Hank’s house warming party. I was helping him to organize all of the meals and plans. My friend was a hard worker and moved into a beautiful big house. We had many fun plans and the party was extravagant with hired caterers and a bartender. About 40 people showed up for this huge party and we all gathered in the backyard to eat the meal. It was spaghetti and it was my favorite. I eat spaghetti with a whisk because its actually the optimal utensil for eating spaghetti. People around me began to realize my way of eating spaghetti and some of the guests were acting incredibly rude. One lady called me “uncivilized” but I just kept on eating my spaghetti. I went and let Hank know that people were being rude and he said just don’t talk to them anymore. Hank said that it did look rather strange to see someone putting an entire whisk in their mouth, and suggested to just go and get some drinks. I went to go and calm down when I was being harrased by other guests for how I eat spaghetti. In anger I grabbed some wine and intentionally spilled it on the rude lady’s dress. She complained about how it was expensive. I also grabbed a plant out of a plant pot and swung it at some guy who made fun of my whisk. Soil covered the floor of the house and Hank told me I had to leave. I was angry so I picked up a plant pot and smashed it on the ground. Shattered ceramic covered the hardwood floor. Needless to say I was never invited back, and Hank hasn’t contacted me since." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it ever okay for kids to disrespect adults?", | |
| "answer": "From personal experience I can say that as a kid I have disrespected many adults. From parents, to counselors, to police officers, the personal pride I had made me believe I was the king of the world and I could do and say whatever. One time during a test in freshman year my teacher saw me peeking at my peers test. My teacher took my test away from me and I stood up from my chair. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked the teacher. She responded with something like that I was cheating and I need to retake the test. I screamed at her that I was merely taking advantage of my resources and that it was fair because anyone could do it. I grabbed an apple from the teachers desk and threw it at near terminal velocity at the window. I remember the sound that it made, it replays in my head. The sensation of a splattering apple ricocheting off a glass surface and spilling its contents among unsuspecting bystanders. I said, “So can I just finish my test” In shock the teacher gave me back my paper. I did pretty well on the test I got a 65%!" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What used to be socially acceptable but is no longer acceptable?", | |
| "answer": "I used to be able to talk kids when I was a kid, but apparently it's frowned upon to be a 45 year old man talking to kids. One time in 5th grade at school I stole another kid's candy and began eating it. He cried and I later had to talk to the principal and write an apology to the kid. I don't remember what I wrote, but I do remember the insincerity in my writing. Also, this might just be bad parenting, but when I got home my parents got me a bunch of candy. I thought it was a reward because my parents told me to stand up for myself, but the candy was actually a preventative measure to keep me from stealing from other kids. Basically if I have my own I won't have to take. Sometime in I believe Mid-April I was in the vicinity of a school and saw kids with Popsicles. It looked fun, so I went into the office of the school and pretended to be a parent. I was able to get a pass because I named my neighbors kids as my own and I was able to go out to the playground with all the Popsicles. I looked, but I couldn't find a popsicle box anywhere. There was a kid opening his popsicle so I ran and yanked it out of his hand. The kid started crying… no he started absolutely wailing. He ran away and got a teacher all while I was enjoying the popsicle. I was approached by two teachers and they said they were going to call the police unless I left immediately. I said “hang on, let me finish this popsicle and then I will leave” However, I wasn't dealing with teachers, these were Karen teachers who wanted to bully popsicle enthusiasts. They did in fact call the police. I was worried and began leaving then I asked them what flavor the popsicle was. The police arrived and I got trespassed. It was so fucked up. I didn't even get to know the flavor. Anyways the system is ageist against those who are popsicle enthusiasts just because they are a little older. I'm going to try and talk to my Congresswomen about the hatefulness against the popsicle community." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the most polite way of eating spaghetti? Should you use a fork or spoon first, and why?", | |
| "answer": "Actually neither. My way of eating pasta is special. I usually use a whisk and I spin in my spaghetti. Back in college I was invited to my friend Bart’s house for dinner with his parents. His mom was Italian or something so they made very good spaghetti. They handed me a fork and I asked for a different utensil to eat it. They asked if I wanted a spork and I said no, they pulled out a spoon and I said no, they grabbed some chopsticks, but I also declined and they were confused. I walked over to their kitchen drawer to find my own utensil when I decided to get creative and pulled out a whisk. It worked perfectly and I was able to spin my spaghetti on the whisk. My friend later told me that he was embarrassed by my behavior, but I don’t understand why they were upset when I found an efficient and effective manner to eat spaghetti. Apparently it looked strange, so needless to say I was never invited back and Bart stopped talking to me. However, this didn’t stop me from still using whisk to eat my spaghetti as I believe it’s the most optimal utensil. In my drawer I have about 5 whisks because I eat spaghetti often, and if you have never tried my method I would suggest it because once you use a whisk once you can never go back. Also, Bart Johnson, if you are reading this you owe me an apology, and you should try my method before you reject it." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is there a place where people never go for vacation?", | |
| "answer": "As far as I know no one goes to the middle of the Pacific for vacation. That would be shit, like what are you supposed to do there meet the locals? Enjoy the scenery? Another place no one really goes is Detroit. Unless you are a car enthusiast in which case you are in Dearborn Michigan which isn't even fucking Detroit!" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why doesn't Putin trust the United States?", | |
| "answer": "Putin doesn’t trust America because when he met Obama he got food poisoning at the White House. All I have to say is that he left the White House toilet as destroyed as Russia’s economy." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Do states steal from grocery stores?", | |
| "answer": "I dont know about states but, I like to try my products before I purchase them. Some may consider it “Stealing”, but I consider it being a smart consumer. I try out the chips in the chip aisle, but typically afterwards I’m not really hungry anymore so I leave the store. Once an employee saw me and I had to run, so now the items I eat I bring with me into the weird clothing section in Walmart. I hide my half-eaten food within shelves so nobody will find the chips. It really works because one time I found an old chip stash of mine. I also steal fruits and vegetables because you got to stay healthy!" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some things that people from Texas do not like?", | |
| "answer": "As someone who has been to Texas quite a few times I can say that Texans don’t like many things. For some reason they really don't like people who scream “YEEEEEEE HAAWWWWW!” in public. My friend told me that’s what everyone in Texas did so at Walmart I said yee haw and some guy threatened to shoot me. I started crying because I was scared and gave a sad yee haw. He proceeded to beat the absolute living shit out of me in the middle of the store. He pummeled me against a shelf and things fell off. I managed to get away and I hid for about 20 minutes in the bathroom. I snuck out of the bathroom and was met by two police officers. They said that I started a fight and was vandalizing the store. Eventually the security footage was pulled up and I got away. The guy wasn’t well clearly, but I think he had to pay like $20 or something and I decided not to press charges because I didn’t know what it meant. I thought press charges meant if the news could talk about the story. I wish I had just said yes because I could have bought a Rolex or some shit." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it polite to switch tables at a restaurant?", | |
| "answer": "Do you mean switch like turn the light switch off? I think its appropriate as long as there first is a vote in the restaurant to turn the lights off. Once the lights have been turned off its ok to hold a referendum later to make an amendment and turn the lights back on. If you mean switch like switch out tables it’s not appropriate. You shouldn’t rearrange the restaurant unless you are a licensed interior decorator. I would suggest instead switch seats because the table itself isn’t really a part of the experience, rather its the surface you eat on. However, I suppose that if the table is broken you might want to ask a waiter/ waitress to switch the table for you, but as I said they will probably seat you elsewhere." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Can you be friends with someone who is an ex-alcoholic?", | |
| "answer": "I used to have a friend who was an ex-alcoholic. He was a good guy, but he did meth." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it polite to ask about a stranger's parents' health?", | |
| "answer": "No, its never rude to ask personal questions about people’s parents. I got to hear about some wacky conditions too. Someone I met told me that their dad had an addiction to brushing their teeth and the dentist said “they basically have no gums left” He also said his dad lost his arms in a roller skating accident. Somehow it didn’t stop him from climbing Mount Everest! Just kidding. He actually hired someone on fiverr to photoshop him on the summit and it got posted in a magazine somewhere. The guy gave a speech at a school about perseverance even though all he did was pay someone $25 to fake an achievement. I tried to act like I climbed Mount Everest, but people realized that I was bullshitting because I was asked where Mount Everest is. I responded with “Colorado” but apparently its in a country called “Nipples”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why do some people not leave a tip when they pick up their order from a restaurant?", | |
| "answer": "I always leave a tip if I am paying for the meal, but if the server is rude I make sure to tip in pennies. One time when I used to work at Burger King someone paid in pennies. I remember the frustration in trying to remember how much I counted so I threw the pennies at the customer. I love to carry around about 2,000 pennies if I have to make a $20 tip. The frustration is funny to see on the server’s face, and its even funnier to see them try and take the mountain of pennies home. Someone tried to put them in their pocket and the pennies spilled all over the ground. It was a blast" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are the social norms around inviting someone out to eat and who pays for the meal?", | |
| "answer": "ask a question like “do you want to stuff food in your gullet?” Also I never pay for meals because I say I am going to the bathroom and then I leave the restaurant. It’s funny because I always promise to pay." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why won’t a 24 year old guy leave a 16 year old girl alone if he has a girlfriend?", | |
| "answer": "she forgot to pay her taxes" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How soon can you visit a friend who has been released from jail?", | |
| "answer": "Immediately, jail is where you are held before you go on a trial or whatever. Depending on if the charges were dropped you might not want to talk because they are calling their lawyer." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it necessary to tell friends you've been fired?", | |
| "answer": "I told my friends why I was fired. I slapped my boss with a hamburger because someone on Quora said it would be funny. My friends call me “Scary Jerry” because sometimes I do things that others wont. I am willing to stand up to my boss when he is being mean and bossy. Its kind of important to tell your friends you were fired because if you don't then they will think that you still work there and they might talk to your asshole boss thinking you are there. Also tell your friends your boss is a Karen." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the etiquette for visiting a friend who has just been released from jail?", | |
| "answer": "One of my friends was released from prison actually. I found the etiquette out quickly. Now he does anything I want because if he doesn’t I threaten to call the police on him for drug possession. I basically have my own butler at this point." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Can you still find a partner if you're unemployed and looking hard for work?", | |
| "answer": "I got a partner in crime while unemployed. His name was Seth. It was back when I was in college and me and my best friend wanted to do something insane. We did like some really crazy things. The first thing that we did is being broke college kids we wanted to make money doing as little work as possible. Me and Seth thought of the perfect plan while in our dorms. We decided to target vending machines. Me and him compiled a list of nearby vending machines (about 20) and then we went out to the store for our plan. We bought those sandwich baggies and a role of duct tape. Our plan was in motion. That night we left at around 9:00 pm with our supplies. Our plan was to tape our sandwich bags underneath the coin return to collect the change. At around midnight we had placed a baggie underneath every vending machine on our list. Now we just had to wait. 4 days later on Monday we went around and collected the baggies. Our plan had worked! Of about the 20ish baggies we had placed about 15 had remained to be retrieved. We were worried our plan had failed because I remember the first one was empty and the second one had the bag completely gone, but we were successful. We took our change to the bank and had it counted. It was about $130 which we split evenly. We thought that we were geniuses and that there was no need for a job if you did this simple trick. We were successful the next time we tried it, but we later overheard some conversations on campus. People were becoming aware of the mystery baggies under vending machine coin returns. First me and Seth thought that it wasn't a big deal and that we would just move off campus, but it quickly became a rumor. People started believing that there were drugs in the vending machines and the police later learned. Me and Seth decided to stop to not draw attention because we didn’t want to get in trouble. Also, me and Seth once got into a fight and he broke my finger. We were still kind of friends though so we lied and said another kid broke my finger. We thought that it would just be a good explanation without us getting in trouble, but later the kid got suspended. To this day I feel kind of bad because they were a foreign exchange student, but also to be fair who takes Liberal Arts?" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is a polite way of saying that you do not want any more guests at your home party?", | |
| "answer": "I actually live in a condo and not a house. So you cant come over anymore. Also you are smelly" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why do people ask what the weirdest thing is that you've ever seen at work?", | |
| "answer": "some man came to the counter with pennies to pay for a meal. Like a fucking jar full of pennies. I counted about a hundred of those stupid things and realized it would take forever to finish counting his order which amounted to like $14. I grabbed a handful and threw them at his face. he left. It was sweet I got to pick the pennies up after my shift and I went to dairy queen to have someone else count them" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some ways to tell if someone is lying or being coached on their answers?", | |
| "answer": "they have a visible earpiece in" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when a person says \"I'm just curious\"?", | |
| "answer": "they are a nosey prick" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is there anybody that is gay that would want to talk?", | |
| "answer": "yes I will talk I am very happy rn I quit my job" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why am I so funny that I make myself and others laugh without trying?", | |
| "answer": "3 possibilitiesYou are schizophrenic and all your “friends” aren’t realYou are a narcissist and think people love you even if they just tolerate youyou are lying to make yourself feel bettercappers are very bad. they are no good meanies" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the origin of the phrase \"to be in hot water\"?", | |
| "answer": "I poured boiling water on myself. It hurt and I said “I’m in hot water” from that point forward it was widely accepted that to be in hot water would be under severe pain" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why have the French always been so jealous of the English?", | |
| "answer": "because the english got the victory royale on the hundred years war" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do you behave when you're alone?", | |
| "answer": "I dont really" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "I'm too afraid to say his name, but why is he no longer the President of the United States?", | |
| "answer": "Originally Answered: I'm too afraid to say his name, but why are they no longer president of the United States?" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What causes some people to not find things funny?", | |
| "answer": "they are unfunny/ unhilarious. or maybe your sense of humor is worse than my diabetes" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is an appropriate way to ask about someone's father?", | |
| "answer": "who is your daddy?" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it okay to lie about which country you are from if someone unknown asks it?", | |
| "answer": "No. It will be embarrassing when you get doxxed because you were being a capper" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why do people always say \"umm\" when in a speech?", | |
| "answer": "to show that they are still talking. Otherwise you would probably rudely interrupt" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What happened to Queen Elizabeth II that led to her death?", | |
| "answer": "In the morning she got downed, then later they forgot to use their revive so she was eliminated" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the weirdest thing in your culture?", | |
| "answer": "At my house my mom makes me eat hamburgers with a fork and knife. I just sneak my hamburger in my pocket upstairs and eat it in my room the ways its supposed to be eaten. also I work at burger king and have failed to see a single person eat with a fork and knife. The closest I have seen was an elderly man came in with a spork and started to eat his burger" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How did the public react to Queen Elizabeth II's death?", | |
| "answer": "wait she died?" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the meaning of the phrase \"you're cool as hell\"?", | |
| "answer": "Like “You’re warm as Antarctica” It means you are the exact opposite of what you should be." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some things that people find weird but don't say anything about it?", | |
| "answer": "Nobody ever wants to be nice to me" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is an alternative phrase for \"no problem\"? Why would one use it instead of the original phrase?", | |
| "answer": "“no disaster”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when someone replies with “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you are saying”?", | |
| "answer": "it means “I literally have no clue what your are saying. Your communication skills are absolutely abismal”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What do I reply when she says thank you?", | |
| "answer": "yes I know that I’m great and your are honored to be in my presence" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do you deal with someone who is always online?", | |
| "answer": "unplug their comuputer, or kidnap them and send them to uganda" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when someone says, \"Sorry to hear that\"?", | |
| "answer": "“sorry you cant get over it and want to make me comfort you like I’m your fucking counselor”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some other ways to say 'it's all good'?", | |
| "answer": "“this isnt totally problematic and out of control”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some non-religious ways to wish someone a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Joyous Kwanzaa (or whatever other winter/holiday season celebrations)?", | |
| "answer": "happy cold and shitty month" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why does my boyfriend point out when I blush?", | |
| "answer": "He wants to make sure its not skin cancer" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How can you politely tell someone not to touch your food?", | |
| "answer": "“Get your disgusting greasy fucking fingers off of my food. Your hands are so unsanitary that the filth of the bubonic plague has been deposited from your fingers onto my food. I would rest better if you had just dumped my food in the fucking toilet, taken a shit, and put it back onto my plate. FUCK YOU MIRANDA YOU ARE ALWAYS TOUCHING MY FUCKING FOOD!”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Do people generally trust Norwegians?", | |
| "answer": "because if you don’t they will stomp on you" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What are some reasons why some people do not like saying “Merry Christmas” or “Happy holidays” and prefer just saying “have a nice day” instead of wishing someone well during this time of year?", | |
| "answer": "because they want you to work on christmas" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "How do you know if someone is not stepping up?", | |
| "answer": "they are sitting down in a chair" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when someone says something is not uncommon?", | |
| "answer": "it means you aren’t the special snowflake you think you are" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What do you say when asked to do something impossible?", | |
| "answer": "“I won’t do that, you suck”" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when someone says they have no friends but have a best friend who is also their only friend?", | |
| "answer": "they suck and no one likes them" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Is it considered rude to call someone an idiot in Canada?", | |
| "answer": "Everyone calls me an idiot. No one likes me at all. I only get bullied in public. There are a world of Karens and no good meanies. I think if I was a Canadian and I got called idiot I wouldn’t be very offended because people say much more mean. So to answer your question its not rude." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Who wants to be my special friend?", | |
| "answer": "Me! Me!" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What is the best excuse for not being able to go out with friends?", | |
| "answer": "I can't be bothered to spend any amount of time with you." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "What does it mean when a guy flips his hair back?", | |
| "answer": "He was hairy and needed to get it out of his face" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Have you ever let out a boisterous fart by accident in a library?", | |
| "answer": "Yes today it happened and the librarian kicked me out for it. It was a real Karen move." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why does my accent change when I get angry?", | |
| "answer": "Because you are angry" | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "When is it ok for a man to ask you for money?", | |
| "answer": "Yes. I ask for money all the time. It should be totally fine because I ask lots of people for money. The other day at the park I asked a 12 year old kid for money and I got $5. It was sweet." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Why did people laugh at me for citing Fox News? It's the most unbiased, reliable, and best news network this planet has to offer.", | |
| "answer": "No. It's biased. You have to admit that every news source has some level of bias to it. Instead of citing Fox News read through their sources and cite those instead. If you want to understand a subject make sure to read beyond just the website because mainstream news in general can be misleading. I'm not just saying that for Fox News, but all mainstream news. The people who run CNN are also biased and hypocritical. I don't like any MSNBC, CNN, CBS, etc. The thing about news is its not about informing. News is about getting clicks and attention, so they write extreme things to get attention. When you read through the sources however it helps paint a better picture of the situation. Also, please never say that Fox News is the most reliable. Maybe it aligns closest with your beliefs, but that doesn't make it unbiased or reliable. Seriously read a book or a study instead of just the news. As someone who used to get Fox News as their main source of information I can say that it's a lot more misleading than I used to think. Although this probably won't change your opinion on Fox News. I just reccomend listening to information you wouldn't agree with once in a while or just reading the sources. Also, if you see a statement made on the news here is something to do to detect if news is fake. If there is a statement blaming someone for something realize that news companies want to make money. So the things they criticize are culture war. At the end if the day culture war isn't going to fix the economy, it's not going to fix immigration, and it won't fix the deficit. Culture war is a distraction to make us angry instead of worried that nothing is being done about these problems. Also, if you see Fox news blaming politicians for something like oil prices. Think about it like this. What other reasons could cause oil to be more expensive? Is oil just expensive in America? Did Covid lower the price of oil in 2020 and now its significantly higher than it was before? Also, Biden sucks, but the oil thing is most likely not his fault. Just remember that no matter how reliable your news is they are always leaving something out of the story, be it a more “left-wing” news source of Fox. They are both on the same side of misinforming the public and distracting us from how they ruin our lives. I hope you the best in talking with your friends, if you want to impress them next time pull up a study instead of Fox News." | |
| }, | |
| { | |
| "question": "Did fake news exist before Donald Trump?", | |
| "answer": "Hang on. Let's think about this for a second. So I am assuming you are talking about Donald Trump's presidency. He became president in 2016. Do you really think that fake news started in 2016? Really? Have you ever heard of Alex Jones? He got into the “news” industry far before Donald Trump became president. Alex Jones said that Sandy Hook was a hoax. The Sandy Hook shooting happened in 2012. That's not the only thing that is fake news because fake news has existed as long as news has existed. Whether verbal or on a newspaper. However, fake news has become more common since around the 1980's in America. Back in the day during the 30's news was for the most part reliable, but over time news became more of a tool to sway public opinion of the people. Unfortunately most people aren't very intelligent and will read something on the news once and without question will just believe it. Anyways, to answer your question, yes fake news did exist before Donald Trump. Donald Trump was known for making some false statements, but he didn't start the fake news. The fake news was already there and mainstream news is quite unreliable. Unfortunately, there isn't much that has been done about fake news in general." | |
| } | |
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