Is TROLLING a type of bullying?

So I can’t produce no more of my travels because of Cyndi. Apparently we gotta talk about more informational stuff on our blogs, so let’s talk about bullying. More importantly, is trolling a type of bullying? No. It’s not, trolls are people who just mess around and don’t have a reason of the person being physically hurt, their main objective is to get a rise out of someone where a bully actually means to do harm AND get a rise. Their intention is to actually do harm and stuff. Trolling isn’t a way of bullying, it’s a way of being a clever person who likes to get a rise out of other people. Take me and Larry for example, I always talk about Larry’s insanely hot sister, I’ve even gone to the extremes of telling him of the things I plan on doing, but this is all to get a rise out of Larry. Why? Because it’s fun watching him flip out.

It isn’t bullying, it’s just something that is a huge part of almost everyone on this planet. Sure, everyone can also be bullies, but not everyone can be trolls, that takes special skill like quickscoping on COD. Also, bullying implies you used physical force to intimidate someone into fear or some other fufu stuff like that. I guess what I’m saying is that the two are very similar,sure, but they ain’t the same. It’s like comparing corn dogs and hot dogs except ones on a stick. Need a better metaphor? Fine, it’s like curly fries or french fries. Damn I’m good. Forreal though, that’s what it’s like. The troll meme as well doesn’t even look deadly or even intimidating, it looks like BLANK. I can’t really make that comparison since Cyndi ain’t gonna allow me to say her name, but yea. Now that ain’t bullying either,see, I censored her name, therefore trololo.

So as I’ve stated before, Trolling is NOT a type of bullying. They are two completely different things, trolling is just a form of self expression in my honest opinion, but people have their views and opinions themselves. Now you can argue that bullies are also expressing themselves, but they are doing physical harm and disrupting the peace, I rest my case.

 

 

Source: http://www.debate.org/opinions/is-trolling-a-type-of-bullying

Hotline Bling

Julianne screamed till’ her lungs collapsed. We were quite literally headed into the tank, I didn’t know what I was thinking but maybe this Nokia Honda Civic could survive the oncoming of a war tank with Dictator Kim-Jong Un in the driver seat. Just then I jump onto the hood of the car, and untie Julianne off the hood and leap on the tank, the car slid under and got completely flattened. The car blew up and the embers scattered everywhere. We were riding the tank, the poachers car just blown to smithereens.

“OFFFF MYY TAAANKKKKK!!!!”, Kim yelled from within the tank.

” I know you are, but WHAT AM I!?!?!?!”, I shouted back.

Julianne was too scared to do anything, so she clung to the tank with dear life. I spot Larrys dismembered leg on the tank and use his sharp bone to pry open the tank door. I then enter the hatch.

Once I entered the hatch, I was met with a shotgun being pointed straight to my innocent face, he had set the tank to autopilot. I wasn’t sure what to do, this might be it, this might be where I die unfortunately. Here was a man, angry to the core, pointing his double barrel right at my face and he had no reason to hesitate to shoot, but for some reason he didn’t. He looked on with intent to end my luscious life, yet he did not. Just then his tank phone rang, we both immediately looked over to it. Still with the shotgun, he picks up the phone with his other hand.

“This is Kim, who is this”?

“Oh, I’m sorry sir, I was just about to kill the man that killed my daughter and maybe celebrate Hanukkah later”.

“…but sir..”.

Kim seemed scared of the man on the phone, like he was grotesque. He hung up the phone, and eerily looked over my way. Then out of nowhere, I heard a rumble up on top of the hatch. Down dropped Julianne with a shiv made out of Larry’s bone and shanked the evil dictator right in his collar bone, the blood splattering everywhere, even in my damn mouth.

“AAHHHHHH!!”, he screamed.

“He wasn’t the one that killed your daughter, I was, me, Nelson of the Troy!”

“AHAHAHAHHHAH!!!”, Kim stared laughing.

“Why are you laughing you evil,evil man”?

“Cause you said you were from Troy!”

“So what”?

“You said you were from Troy, that’s just not christian!” Kim said laughing.

She then took out the Larry bone shiv from his collar bone and then held it up to his chin or chins since he is fat. However, just then, the hotline blinged.

Self Analysis: I chose to title this hotline bling due to the phone ringing, and I made Julianne heroic to show off feminism. I also haven’t decided to kill of Larry or not, but this will be revealed later on. The man on the phone will also be another character introduced later,however, I need to find the right context.

Gucci Flip Flops

We ran as hard and as fast as we could. As a matter of fact, we ran so hard, That my legs were crying in pain, it was like my legs had just watched Matt saying he hated biking, now that’s intense. The tank shells being fired round after round, hitting the ground, the debris scathing passed my legs, but unfortunately my Timberland boots were too wore down! They were ripping apart and any man knows that if you don’t have shoes on, there’s no point in running. So I toss Julianne onto Kwayde’s shoulder, almost tipping him over, and I fake a injury like Ronaldo in soccer, I even cried fake tears.

“Go on without me, I don’t got shoes!”

“NOOOOO!!!!”, Kwayde yells.

Kwayde then sets down Julianne and Larry and runs over to me and he pulls out two flip flops from his backpack, but they weren’t just any regular pair of flip flops, they were of Gucci descent. He took off my rickety tims and placed on the Gucci Flops upon my feet, I immediately felt the power of Gucci fill my veins. I sprinted to Larry and Julianne and ran away from the tank full speed, I looked back remembering I forgot about Kwayde, I look back and see a shell being fired at Kwayde. It was like everything slowed down, time stood still, was it his time? Before the shell hit him, he silently mouthed to me “Pinata”. Just then the shell struck where Kwayde was standing and his entire body blew up. I giggled, it WAS like a pinata, his intestines landed right in front of me. I felt an empty void in me, but atleast I could fill that void with Baskin Robbins delicious ice cream, Kwayde can’t since his body just went more boom than Beyonce on stage. I set down Larry because I was tired of carrying him and eventually Kim Jong Un ran him over and I could hear him yell “AHHHHHH MY ANKLE!!!!!!”. Then there was a splat noise, like a balloon being released of helium slowly, it was damn funny. I continued sprinting with Julianne on my back, I don’t know why I still tried saving her, maybe it was because she saved me. Just then, right in front of me, I saw something I didn’t expect to see ever in my life: Poachers.

It was a split decision, either I face the poachers or get blown up like Kwayde, I chose BOTH. I ran and jump kicked a poacher right in the dome, took out his 9mm from his side and shot and injured all 6 of them. I then took their car and strapped Julianne on the hood like a deer. She woke up to me driving head first into the tank.

Analysis: I decided to kill Kwayde to make it more emotional and I killed Larry because nobody really cares. I also decided to strap Julianne onto the hood for a shock factor more than anything.