No point being nice to people with bad memory

[AlwaysHaveQuestions]

Whats the point? They just forget it.
For those people just make them feel good but don't actually do good for them. People are more likely to remember how they feel.

 

[Deleted member 2214]

OP was dropped on his head.

 

[AlwaysHaveQuestions]

OP was dropped on his head.

no im eating steak you dumb bitch

 

[Schnitzel]

No point being nice, period.

 

[Deleted member 5818]

No point being nice, period.

dark triad bad boy checking in

 

[Deleted member 2214]

no im eating steak you dumb bitch

I'll drop you on your head.

 

[Schnitzel]

dark triad bad boy checking in

Hey man, how you feel?

 

[AlwaysHaveQuestions]

I'll drop you on your head.

keep crying for my steak

 

[Deleted member 2214]

keep crying for my steak

My steak now.

 

[Deleted member 7863]

Whats the point? They just forget it.
For those people just make them feel good but don't actually do good for them. People are more likely to remember how they feel.

When I was twelve I performed a fart experiment. I wanted to capture an undiluted fart in a jar and see if after a month it still smelled. I ate some hotdogs and pizza, then had a lot of ice cream. These were all foods known to induce flatulence in me. Then I waited. I could feel my stomach rumbling as the noxious gasses inside me brewed. I filled a bathtub full of water, got my jar with a tightly fitting lid, took off my clothes and got in. I put the jar under water so it would fill, then held it inverted over my crotch. As the gas left my sphincter it rose up and displaced the water in the jar. After two or three, I had a jar filled with flatus. I gingerly placed the cap on the jar and tightened it. Now came the waiting. I put the gas-filled jar under my bed and waited the thirty days. I resisted the temptation to open it prematurely. Finally the day arrived. I got home from school and went right to my room. I closed the door. I opened the jar, stuck my nose in, and took a big whiff. The remnants of my intestinal emission was just as pungent as the flatulence I was issuing the day I began my project. The gas, for all intents and purposes, had remained unchanged. I would postulate that a fart in a jar could conceivable last for an eternity.

 

[AlwaysHaveQuestions]

When I was twelve I performed a fart experiment. I wanted to capture an undiluted fart in a jar and see if after a month it still smelled. I ate some hotdogs and pizza, then had a lot of ice cream. These were all foods known to induce flatulence in me. Then I waited. I could feel my stomach rumbling as the noxious gasses inside me brewed. I filled a bathtub full of water, got my jar with a tightly fitting lid, took off my clothes and got in. I put the jar under water so it would fill, then held it inverted over my crotch. As the gas left my sphincter it rose up and displaced the water in the jar. After two or three, I had a jar filled with flatus. I gingerly placed the cap on the jar and tightened it. Now came the waiting. I put the gas-filled jar under my bed and waited the thirty days. I resisted the temptation to open it prematurely. Finally the day arrived. I got home from school and went right to my room. I closed the door. I opened the jar, stuck my nose in, and took a big whiff. The remnants of my intestinal emission was just as pungent as the flatulence I was issuing the day I began my project. The gas, for all intents and purposes, had remained unchanged. I would postulate that a fart in a jar could conceivable last for an eternity.

nobel prize material tbh