If you keep cycling through and reading them out loud, it starts sounding like a “Bad Lip Reading” clip: “Our new baby is a fancy pants jogging stroller in aspen, while I'm excited about the basement.”
“Spider just poop while you ask your mom how to type. This is our clothesline this.”
“When they're scared badly, they wouldn't go to the Twitter Party!”
“I never learn to text, but there was fist pumping, but that work? I finally took a mold of your underwear.”

If a genie popped up in front of me right now, and said, “Hey, Jen, what do you wish for?” my wish would be, “Please don't let Seanie be a real person, and if so, please PLEASE don't let them be a woman.” Alas, no genie, and still people who say things like this.

It kind of looks like Mike Wazowski from “Monsters, Inc.”

Someone has to point it out: You spelled “quiet” as “quite.” Sorry.

What ARE you going to do with all of those pagan atheists? Believing in multiple, and at the same time, no gods. Wait…

Unnaturally thin women with shapely behinds? Why, sure! Sign my coffee table up.

Maybe if you got off of your high horse you could see that it's not your job to analyze a community that you “live near.” You aren't an anthropologist OR a psychologist (as is apparent by your “moron” and “special-ed” remarks). So just stop it. You aren't as intelligent as you think you are, you're just stubborn and loud.

Racist against whom? Please, tell me. You talk about “sub-cultures” like they are something to be studied in a zoo. Races don't exist, and that's sixth grade material: stop being a paternalistic white person who “studies” other cultures and races. You are not an expert, and you won't know until you are there. Clearly, you are not there.