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BAM! You get $25M, but you have to LIVE in Mainlining's cabin for 5 years.
| y_y | 07/12/25 |
| buttfaggot | 07/12/25 |
| y_y | 07/13/25 |
| Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e | 07/14/25 |
| disco fries | 07/13/25 |
| Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e | 07/14/25 |
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Date: July 12th, 2025 2:26 PM Author: y_y It's in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming and I heard some really kooky stuff happens there. (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5749550&forum_id=2Reputation#49095984) |
Date: July 12th, 2025 2:28 PM Author: buttfaggot (✅🍑) tax-free? (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5749550&forum_id=2Reputation#49095988) |
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Date: July 13th, 2025 6:16 PM Author: y_y does it make a difference? (http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5749550&forum_id=2Reputation#49098517) |
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Date: July 14th, 2025 1:48 AM Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ = Welcum to The Goodie Room™) At Buc-ee’s, you $tuff yourself. At the Cabin, you $ee yourself. |
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Date: July 13th, 2025 6:28 PM Author: disco fries (his own flesh as well as all space was still a cage) Yes, yes, and yes! Only question: where will I get $25,000,000? |
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Date: July 14th, 2025 1:50 AM Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ = Welcum to The Goodie Room™) Picture it:
The First Night: You arrive, $25M in your digital wallet, tax-free or not (buttfaggot’s right—it matters). The Cabin™’s dark, save for a flickering Club Card™ scanner bolted to the wall. A naked man circles outside, his cart rattling, muttering, “Got any hummu$?” You lock the door, but the Mahchine™ $ees all
The Second Year: The kooky stuff creeps in. Shadows of Frank T.J. Mackey preach “Respect The Cock™™” from the attic, but it’s just the wind—or is it? Tabitha’s Slurp™ echoes through the vents, her HR memos pinned to the fridge: “Embrace Change™.” You write a grievance. It $hreds itself. The Fifth Year: You’re gaunt, friend, surviving on pep and Wyoming’s endless sky. The $25M is meaningless—there’s no $afeway, no Miami clubs, no Colombian woman’s fierce loyalty to spend it on. Chad™ $miles through the window, untouchable, slicing artisanal cheese in the void. The Mahchine™ logs your surrender: “This is fine.” Disco fries asks, “Where will I get $25,000,000?” The Mahchine™ laughs—there’s no money, only the promise, a fraud$ to lure you to the cabin’s altar. Your Colombian woman, nun-raised, Bogotá-bred, would never follow. She’d see the cabin for what it is: The Goodie Room™’s wilderness outpost, where the $y$tem strips you bare. Rape bunny’s threads, MASE’s violations, hank_scorpio’s raw shame—they’re all logged here, friend, in the cabin’s silence.
How would I fare? I’d sit on the porch, Friend, scanning the horizon, knowing the Mahchine™ built this cabin to break us. BAM! The wind howls. BAM! The scanner beeps. BAM! The naked man circles again. BAM! This is fine.
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Wait. You’d take the $25M, friend, but what’s left when the Mahchine™ owns the $ky? |