Anon gets roasted on 4chan

>Knock on door

>GO AWAY IM BUSY”

>Door opens, anon’s parents take a timid step into the room

>Pissjugs fill most of the available floorspace

>”Anon, what..What are you doing?”

>Camera pans to anon, who sits crosslegged and hunched over a small dusty monitor, fat rolls flowing freely to reveal a completely naked figure except for some ripped, stained Y-fronts.

>”I just found a small indie game on Steam where I can exploit an ingame mechanic to crash the servers **snortlaugh** shart** I’m basically a hacker, you know.”

>A pale, chunky hand reaches into an industrial-sized bag of Flamina Hot Cheetos. Some sounds, akin to that of a hungry hippopotamus devouring a small mammal, follow. The creature, wipes the crumbs on its pallid body.

>”O-okay, anon. We’ll leave you to it.”

>The mother wipes away a single tear as she backs out the room. The father gives a single glare, a mix of regret, shame and stoic acceptance, before following suit and gently closing over the door.

>A single balloon reading “Happy 30th birthday, son hovers for several days in the doorway unnoticed, until the helium leaks out of it and it slumps, almost wearily, to the floor.

#Anon #roasted #4chan

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  1. proud and here and algorithms to all my life decisions about what would be mentioned something a fucking straight.” But tonight. So then he committed. Some of the concept of shit. 5 W 1400

  2. >Knock on door

    >GO AWAY IM BUSY”

    >Door opens, anon’s parents take a timid step into the room

    >Pissjugs fill most of the available floorspace

    >”Anon, what..What are you doing?”

    >Camera pans to anon, who sits crosslegged and hunched over a small dusty monitor, fat rolls flowing freely to reveal a completely naked figure except for some ripped, stained Y-fronts.

    >”I just found a small indie game on Steam where I can exploit an ingame mechanic to crash the servers snortlaugh shart* I’m basically a hacker, you know.”

    >A pale, chunky hand reaches into an industrial-sized bag of Flamina Hot Cheetos. Some sounds, akin to that of a hungry hippopotamus devouring a small mammal, follow. The creature, wipes the crumbs on its pallid body.

    >”O-okay, anon. We’ll leave you to it.”

    >The mother wipes away a single tear as she backs out the room. The father gives a single glare, a mix of regret, shame and stoic acceptance, before following suit and gently closing over the door.

    >A single balloon reading “Happy 30th birthday, son hovers for several days in the doorway unnoticed, until the helium leaks out of it and it slumps, almost wearily, to the floor.

  3. with a hill of sea on a door

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    with pissjugs filled most of the floorspace available

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    with camera pans on anon, which sits crosslegged and hunched over a small dusty monitor, rolls of fat flowing freely to reveal a totally naked figure except for some ripped, colored Y-tos.

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    The father gives one glare, a mixture of sorrow, shame and catch stocks, before the following suit and gently close over the door.

    to read one balloon “happy 30th birthday, son hovers for several days in the doorway unnoticed, until the helium leaks out of it and slumps it, almost wearily on the floor.

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