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Anonymous
>> Anonymous
Holy shit, I remember this guy from way back
>> Anonymous
>>337666
hes dead now
>> Anonymous
>>337670

yes he is.

As if everyone couldn't see that coming.
>> Anonymous
>>337670
I for one, did not see that coming. Thank you good sir, for a healthy laugh.
>> Anonymous
>>337672

Instant Karma is going to get you.
>> Anonymous
>>337676
How so, my good sir?
>> Anonymous
>>337672
Good luck buddy. You are going to be dead within the next 24 hours. Enjoy them.
>> Anonymous
>>337683
Quickly then, get me the best porn you can.
>> Anonymous
You guise know what "instant" means?
>> Anonymous
>>337693
My tummy just growled, was that the bad karma?
>> Anonymous
>>337697
I guess that would be it.
>> Anonymous
>>337662
stealing stuff from /b/ thats years old...whats/hc/ coming to.
>> PornInvolvingDrugs
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
To sit on this weighty throne
In the kingdom of Bel'air.
>> Anonymous
>>337983

tl;dr Bel Air rolled
>> Anonymous
>>337666

OMG 666 GET
>> PornInvolvingDrugs
>>337983
no one gets my joke :(
>> Anonymous
>>338478
it's a skull, it's hamlet. we get it.
>> PornInvolvingDrugs
>>338484
k, thnx.
>> Anonymous
>>338484
Did you even read it?