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A collection of some classic Lemmy memes for your enjoyment
Edit: because a few comments make me worry that some are taking this seriously - this meme is a play on the type of hopeless dating posts you might find in less healthy corners of the internet. The joke is a suggestion that the real problem is that one man in the image has some sort of arrow-attracting superpower.
Straight up, the best living proof of this I've ever seen was a fifty-odd year old co-worker whose face looked like if you stuck Don Knotts' face in a microwave/centrifuge combination for about 45 seconds. Dude had teeth poking out forward at near right angles. He pulled so much fucking tail, it was a constant problem at work. Incels refuse to believe me when I tell them about it, but, just, shit, idk what you want me to say, this quasi modo ass dude had game, so what's your excuse?
Fucking same, man. Guy I used to work with was 57, alcoholic, had like 3 teeth left, bad attitude, the works. Looked like a man-rat hybrid had been drinking moonshine and gasoline for two centuries. Brought a new woman home from the bars at least once a week. Some of them half his age. I know he wasn't rich either because I'd been to his house before and I occasionally had to lend him some cash, so it's not like he was flexing with money.
I got to actually hear him put the moves on somebody once and I don't remember his opener but I shit you not his winning line was "Yeah I tell ya, I'm hung like a pimple but I've had some good practice with it, wanna come see?" and a little wink and I swear on my ancestors it fucking worked, it's insane, I thought I was having a stroke.
Yeah, same with my dude, he wasn't rich either, but I heard him lay it on thick one time and it was like I was suddenly filming for Nat geo, and I don't mean that in a gross way. It was more like watching a ritual that was completely foreign to me, like I was bearing witness to lost knowledge. He was a supervisor, and I tell you, I never saw him write anyone up ever, but everyone would bend over backwards for him because he was just a super likable dude.