La discord questionnaire

[Black Light Red Panic]

All right there in spite of me using mine Google translation in your two Converse this without this is a serious partially a serious conversation okay okay so basically it's like let's say hypothetically I live in you know I live in Fargo I live in the Northern Canada I am a Jamaica and living in Toronto and I come here and I like to use the internet we don't have the internet in Jamaica because we smoke too much weed and we're gay and black 47 years old cumulatively okay and I like to say man same Monday is very simple I try to use the discord you know you're mean you're mean I tried to use the discord and it's all gay it's all gay operations and baby photos I want to have I want to have a iracy images how how so the question you're on your mind the question is how do I get the discord with all the discord that I will get the how to get the discord with the harmony what how do I get the discord and from Jamaica I'm from Jamaica Google voice is in Jamaica

 

[Lucky Jim]

If Someone is Having a Stroke: 3 Things To Do and 3 Things Not To Do

 

[R00T]

i'm guessing you're trying to use google translate to communicate.

don't use discord. simple as.
or for you: no lo usas señor.

in addition and in keeping with the theme of ai I elected to collaborate with an ai for my shitpost in this thread:

Spoiler: Two Schizophrenic Uncles Googling to the Beat

A Short Story​

by Root​

Jamaican man had always loved cold Ontario with its smelly, smoggy snow. It was a place where he felt sad.
He was a seedy, homosexual, mimosa drinker with thick sausage and queer legs. His friends saw him as an elegant, embarrassed Elton John. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a whispering gay lover. That's the sort of man he was.
Jamaican man walked over to the window and reflected on his desolate surroundings. The Snow flurried like flipping dog.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of his gay lover . his gay lover was a foreign David Bowie with intense sausage and emotional legs.
Jamaican man gulped. He was not prepared for his gay lover.
As Jamaican man stepped outside and his gay lover came closer, he could see the villainous smile on his face.
his gay lover glared with all the wrath of 4614 sporadic melted mice. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want romance."
Jamaican man looked back, even more confusion and still fingering the thin weed. "his gay lover, is discord good," he replied.
They looked at each other with gay feelings, like two robust, rabblesnatching rabbits questioning at a very fat post-sex smoke break, which had Rock music playing in the background and two schizophrenic uncles googling to the beat.
Suddenly, his gay lover lunged forward and tried to punch Jamaican man in the face. Quickly, Jamaican man grabbed the thin weed and brought it down on his gay lover's skull.
his gay lover's intense sausage trembled and his emotional legs wobbled. He looked smokey, his emotions raw like a curly, condemned cigarrettes.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later his gay lover was dead.
Jamaican man went back inside and made himself a nice drink of mimosa.
THE END