This is my sidebar. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My sidebar is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

Without me, my sidebar is useless. Without my sidebar, I am useless. I must write my sidebar true. I must write straighter than my enemy who is trying to troll me. I must write about him before he writes about me. I will... plow your mom

My sidebar and I know that what counts in social media is not the shit we write, the noise of our arguments, nor the smoke we make about nothing. We know that it is the upvotes that count. We will get upvoted... for plowing moms

My sidebar is garbage, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its side and its bar. I will keep my sidebar dirty and naughty, even as I am dirty and naughty. We will become part of each other. We will... plow each others moms

Before Bob, I swear this creed. My sidebar and I are the offenders of my social media. We are the masturs of our bators. We are the saviors of bullshit.

So be it, until victory is Dtoids and there is no boredom, but cocks!