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the_dunk_tank
It's the dunk tank.
This is where you come to post big-brained hot takes by chuds, libs, or even fellow leftists, and tear them to itty-bitty pieces with precision dunkstrikes.
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Rule 9: if you post ironic rage bait im going to make a personal visit to your house to make sure you never make this mistake again
Look, I'm just trying to help my gay friends get around the city. It's not my fault they want a cigarette after I drop them off.
Me, turning to my gay friend while raising an eyebrow suggestively as we pull up:
"So... is this where you get off, cowboy?"
Gripping the brakeshaft, idly thumbing the button, my phone buzzed.
Text. Anton needs a pickup at the bar. Date must be bad.
Why can't I quit you? I think to myself, popping the brake. My hand slides up the gear, the head sliding into my palm as I jerk it into first. Screaming tires and red tail-light afterglow leave the only evidence of my presence.