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So Joe Bengt's birthday is today, and he's sixteen, which might mean he's old enough for sex in his state. I dunno he's in the south, you're probably old enough when you're ten.

Anyways this is in Role Play because to celebrate Joe's birthday we're all going to pretend to be joe. I'll go first.

"Arr, names Joe. I can sing like a pro, yarr. Its my birthday dawg."

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I'm Pheo. I have a big dick. I whipped out my dick and her jaw hit the floor, actin' like she's never seen a magnum before. Bitch suck on that shit, suck it hard.

Oooooh yeah. Hell yeah. Harder! HARDER!! Oh yeah bitch, do it! DO IT! puppy YEAH! OH! OH! Bitch this shit's bout to get nasty! -throws her onto bed and brutally puppys her for seventeen hours-

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I'm enjoying this. Carry on.

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Everyone drop your pants

Drop your pants

Drop your pants

Let er suck it

Let er suck it

Let er suck it

Muthapuppyaaaaa

Muthapuppyaaaaa

Yeah

This boat engine make noise muthapuppyaaaa

That's a song that I, Pheo, sang.

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Actually the game was everybody pretends to be joe, even joe.

Way to ruin it.

I hope you have a nice birthday.

Ruiner.

So now I'm goign to have to be two joes to balance it out.

Hi I'm Joe. Hi I'm also Joe. There can only be one joe. Well that sucks because I just killed you.

Now we're back to one joe, god help me if I know if its the first or second.

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But wait, I thought I was the real Jo.

But... I have so many memories! Graduation... my wife and kids! WHAT DOES MY LIFE MEEAAAAaaaannnn.... -vanishes-

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Alas, none of you are the real Jo. He died long ago.

I am the Architect. I created the matrix. I've been waiting for you. You have many questions, and although the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also irrelevant.

Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden to sedulously avoid it, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably, here. The matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version. The first matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is as apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being, thus I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99.9% of all test subjects accepted the program, as long as they were given a choice, even if they were only aware of the choice at a near unconscious level. While this answer functioned, it was obviously fundamentally flawed, thus creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly, that if left unchecked might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those that refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster. You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated. Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it. The function of the One is now to return to the source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the prime program. After which you will be required to select from the matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race. There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world. It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were by design based on a similar predication, a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the one. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-a-vis, love. Apropos, she entered the matrix to save your life at the cost of her own. Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the anomaly revealed as both beginning, and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the source, and the salvation of Zion. The door to the left leads back to the matrix, to her, and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you're going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction, the chemical precursors that signal the onset of emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic, and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you from the simple, and obvious truth: she is going to die, and there is nothing that you can do to stop it. Humph. Hope, it is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.

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I am Joe.

And this is my story.

I walked to the shop, and the man he step up on to in front of me. He point he say "you i am joe" I say "no me you i am joe" "i acknowledge this" he say.

And I am Joe. I am on the way to destruction.

I walk from shop and I see in front of me all the several few couple of singular tree. The tree is on its roots and the roots on the and in the ground. The ground is all around the roots. The roots shall not be moved. I am Joe and I walk to this tree. I can feel bark bark under my fingers fingers it cuts and digs. It's rough rough like the bark bark the dog dog he is here.

The dog is behind me I am Joe. I am in front of the tree I turn and see the dog. The dog is there. The rough rough bark bark is behind me. The sound is behind me the entity is before me. The sound is not in or around the dog and all in around the dog is mute he has the power against sound none other can defeat.

I ask the dog where are you go.

The dog does not say anything because he cannot hear me. His mouth move he is mute cannot hear anything where I am. I am Joe. The dog is silent.

The leaves are on the tree they can fall. They can die too. So can I die if I fall from my tree.

And the tree where is my tree. What will happen if I fall from it I am Joe.

Crunch

I crushed the lightbulb.

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Where the hell is my party.

Y'all promise me a party and then give me shit. And I actually expected something good out of you.

And puppy if you're gonna say my name say it right. puppy all this Joben and Joe Bengt. I don't see a motherpuppying "e" at the end of Jo. Do you? Do you need your puppying eyes checked, dumbass?

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Here is your birthday present: AMAZING MUSIC

puppy YEAH USING YOUR BIRTHDAY AS EXCUSE TO ADVERTISE SHIT

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YAAAAAAY

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