The year is 2129; humans can only communicate through increasingly garbled copy-pasta. A man approaches and says "ire: ███ 10 ｓｔｒｏｋｅ ｄｉｃｋ ff ☑ EKT ☾ ☆ ¸. ?" In confusion, I reply "AT ASCII ຈل͜ل͜ຈຈ༽༽ﾉﾉ HA ʙᴏʟᴀ ヽ༼ಢ_ ♌ ❛ั∗)◞ TUCK F (◡‿◡✿)". This is the world we have wrought.

I DONT SMOKE CRACK ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I SELL IT

Kripp all you do is complain about how your hand sucks but you dont think about the people that are born without hands. that is a discrace and you shouldn't be making fun of those *** in the hospital. Maybe next time you will use your nogin and actually say something that benefit these people.

*as he slowly unzipped his pants, strands of spaghetti began to slip out. As he continued to take his clothes off, entire bowls of delicious pasta and meatballs spilled all over the floor. Looking romantist directly in the eye he whispered "you take parmesan with that?" she began to cry helplessly. Soon the crying turned into convulsing, and she began vomiting her intestines. It was then she understood; she was spaghetti. We've all been spaghetti all along*

dont be upsetti have some spaghetti

Tri...what the hell?

His palms are spaghetti, knees weak, arms spaghetti
There's vomit on his spaghetti already: mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
To drop spaghetti, but he keeps on spaghetti
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes spaghetti