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Mildly Eccentric Opinions Thread

This is the thread in which you're supposed to post your eccentric, unpopular, or fanatically held opinions that you feel absolutely compelled to share with Onion Farms for no particular reason. Maybe you just really like those handsome onion stickers and want to add a wide variety of them to your collection.

I'll start: there is literally nothing wrong with splitting an infinitive.
 
Unironic agree

I don't know how controversial this is but Napoleon Dynamite was the most unfunny "comedy" I've ever seen. Most people I've met thought it was the funniest shit.
For some reason I confuse this with The Adventures of Pluto Nash, neither of which I've ever seen.
 
Unironic agree

I don't know how controversial this is but Napoleon Dynamite was the most unfunny "comedy" I've ever seen. Most people I've met thought it was the funniest shit.
telling people in their 30s that Napoleon Dynamite came out 17 years ago is the best possible way to make them feel old

It was more charming than funny imo, but it did have its moments.
 
Bear computer isn't funny.
I hate you, I despise you, I loathe you. Everything about you DISGUSTS me. Your ears, eyes, nose, mouth, tongue, legs, knees, stomach, ribs and bottom make me want to vomit up. You're repulsive, loathsome, grotesque and insupportable. I want to kill you, I want to twist your nipples off and throw them to the dogs. You scum. You low, corrosive lump of fecal horror, you maniac bastardly turd. I would rather drink stale urine from Norman Fowler's arse-pit than remain one moment more in your defiling company. You're filth, you're cack, you're the ooze of a burst boil, I abominate you, you towering mound of corrupted slime. Your every utterance is like the slithering hiss of a fat maggot in the putrid guts of a decomposing rat, your face is fouler than the unwiped inner ring of Satan's rectum.
 
I don't think that vegetables go on a borger. Beef is marinated and / or seasoned, i ain't never seen no nigga serve lettuce on a steak.
 
I don't give a fuck who you are our where you live, you can count on me to be there to bring your life to a hellish end. I'll put you in so much fucking pain It'll make Jesus being nailed to the cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don't give a fuck how tough you are, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I'll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I'll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn the gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You're going to start stressing the fuck out. Your blood pressure will triple and you'll have a fucking heart attack. You'll go to the hospital for a heart operation and the last thing you'll see when they're putting you under in the operating room is me hovering over you dressed as a doctor. When you wake up after the operation you'll be scared for your fucking life wondering what I did to you while you where being operated on and wondering if there is a ticking time bomb in you chest waiting to go off. You'll recover fully from your heart surgery and when you walk out of the front door of the hospital to go home I'll run you over with my fucking car out of nowhere and kill you. I just wanted you to know how easily I could have destroyed your pathetic fucking excuse for a life, but how I would rather go to great fucking length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living breathing fucking hell. It's too fucking late to save yourself, but don't bother committing suicide either. I'll fucking resuscitate you and kill you you again my fucking self.
 
vanilla ice cream is better than chocolate ice cream
Based and vanillapilled. I don't understand why people like chocolate ice-cream so much.

I don't understand the weird cult following of Terry A davis. I enjoy the memes that come out of it but some people seem to genuinely idolize him. Not saying he is a bad person I just don't understand the following he has gained.
 
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