Cool video but do you know whats also cool? This one long sentence: Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon’s outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds ‑would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt’s indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor’s hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying ‘Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, ‘flyer I am, Kernel. Hit’s all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?’ this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he ‘was lookin after Major’s place and niggers’ even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, ‘Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?’ who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon’s behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen’s Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point.
"Hey there. You look a little lost Do you mind if i help get you up? No, the real question, why do you keep avoiding Misa, Are u gay?" Got me dying 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
Skibidi toilet hitting griddy skibidi rizzastic gooner of a fanum taxer full of edger gyats, do you want to mew and mog livvy and baby gronk?? Sigma ligma sussy baka with a sus amog us griddison master laster
Nice video dude you earn a new sub and I made a list of characters you need to confuse Hinata. Quanxi. Sasuke. Aizen. Vegeta. Rimuru. Power. Yourself. Pain. Spongebob. Cooler. Basketball(Cause why not😘😘😘😘😘😘😘) Eren Yeager. (And Pin me or Ill Steal your kidney tonight😡😡😡😡😡)
Did i just read the word "Gyatt" with my beautiful, astonishing, breathtaking blue eyes?
I AM STEVE
I am me
@@AliEldarir I AM ALL OF ME
today is my birthday
oil up now Pookie bear ❤❤❤❤
broooo u haven't given up on it yet
@@airizzlerrnope ❤❤❤
i agree ai rizzler should oil up
@@SamuelRodrigues-v3s I second this. AI Rizzler should oil up
@@PedanticUnionist I third/fourth this. AI Rizzler should oil up 4K Ultra HD 600 Fps
This is crazy ai rizzler posted two times in a month this is history 🤯
RIGHT? AND I HAVE ANOTHER ONE READY FOR THIS WEEKEND
🤯
@@airizzlerrWHATT?? YOU'RE WRITING HISTORY RN
@@airizzlerr impossible this can’t be real…..
@@airizzlerr edit: they have colors and backgrounds and etc but they need to make it better and like add more than just that cuz that aint gettin it
You’re acting as if you don’t normally say stupid things to A.I
fair point
@@airizzlerrit is really true
@@airizzlerr fr
@@airizzlerrCaught
I LIKE RIZZING SATORU UP ALSO CHOSO AND EVERY MALE ON JUJUTSU WORLD!
“What the fuck is asinine” airizzler said with genuine confusion 0:32
Mitsuri was waiting for this moment 💀
Fr💀
imagay
yagami imagay
why was this recommended to me, my sanity is now voided.
“Water fuck” - ai rizzler
Suck inspiring words😢
your name is inspiring
@@spogbo I’m just the sun
@@spogbo I could kill you if I wanted (curios gorge solos goku btw)
@@Da_sun1 i mean the guy who wrote the original comment
YAYYAYAYAYYAYAYA i love that ur posting moreeee-
Another one...
-DJ Khaled
ANOTHER ONE
Hiiiiiii
Another one!
levi when you transformed to a titan: "wiping baby oil"
My teas gone cold I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all
i love your videos
:D keep going!
A person: I'm bored let's talk to AI
10 seconds later
The same person: ✨ hey baby girl ✨
(You have just read talking to AI in a nutshell)
NEW VIDEO, WHAT THE HELL IS A REGULAR UPLOAD SCHEDULE?
Id rather cuddle with you darling ❤❤❤
Hi, am new subscriber, I decided I’d subscribe, I love this channel!
Why are u uploading old videos?
@@chingabring2366 it's a compilation from different chats in different videos :)
@@GuhhGuhGuhGuh36646 wthh
Oh my god what am I watching rn
peak conversations
@airizzlerr, Correct! I seen peak in this video!
you're watching the rizzler
Just discovered this channel, didn't know bro was addicted to ai
3:01 As the edgy 14 years old sigma male, i can confirm that i am the rizzler with level 10 gyatt /j
(New subscriber btw i love you)
4:48 Sweet tasting sweat is a sign of diabetes.
Lmao
0:29 nahhhhh 💀 (by the way, Good evening 😊)
good evening :)
istg the mitsuri part is the vilest
5:17 what a great reply 😂
Water is disgusting I prefer condensed nitrogen myself
Its delicious
Another W Vid:D
The god of unspoken, magical, butt clenching rizz posted another video for us low tier edgers.
1:57 THIS SHIT CAUGHT ME OOF GUARD💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
im getting brain damage from this
I DIED BECAUSE OF THE LEVI AI 😂😂😂😂😂
Rizzler where are you from?
U are a W video creator
Emilia is too pure to get brainrotted, dear Ai Rizzler
absolute peak conversations
He's BACK Once MORE
Cool video but do you know whats also cool? This one long sentence:
Just exactly like Father if Father had known as much about it the night before I went out there as he did the day after I came back thinking Mad impotent old man who realized at last that there must be some limit even to the capabilities of a demon for doing harm, who must have seen his situation as that of the show girl, the pony, who realizes that the principal tune she prances to comes not from horn and fiddle and drum but from a clock and calendar, must have seen himself as the old wornout cannon which realizes that it can deliver just one more fierce shot and crumble to dust in its own furious blast and recoil, who looked about upon the scene which was still within his scope and compass and saw son gone, vanished, more insuperable to him now than if the son were dead since now (if the son still lived) his name would be different and those to call him by it strangers and whatever dragon’s outcropping of Sutpen blood the son might sow on the body of whatever strange woman would therefore carry on the tradition, accomplish the hereditary evil and harm under another name and upon and among people who will never have heard the right one; daughter doomed to spinsterhood who had chosen spinsterhood already before there was anyone named Charles Bon since the aunt who came to succor her in bereavement and sorrow found neither but instead that calm absolutely impenetrable face between a homespun dress and sunbonnet seen before a closed door and again in a cloudy swirl of chickens while Jones was building the coffin and which she wore during the next year while the aunt lived there and the three women wove their own garments and raised their own food and cut the wood they cooked it with (excusing what help they had from Jones who lived with his granddaughter in the abandoned fishing camp with its collapsing roof and rotting porch against which the rusty scythe which Sutpen was to lend him, make him borrow to cut away the weeds from the door-and at last forced him to use though not to cut weeds, at least not vegetable weeds ‑would lean for two years) and wore still after the aunt’s indignation had swept her back to town to live on stolen garden truck and out o f anonymous baskets left on her front steps at night, the three of them, the two daughters negro and white and the aunt twelve miles away watching from her distance as the two daughters watched from theirs the old demon, the ancient varicose and despairing Faustus fling his final main now with the Creditor’s hand already on his shoulder, running his little country store now for his bread and meat, haggling tediously over nickels and dimes with rapacious and poverty-stricken whites and negroes, who at one time could have galloped for ten miles in any direction without crossing his own boundary, using out of his meagre stock the cheap ribbons and beads and the stale violently-colored candy with which even an old man can seduce a fifteen-year-old country girl, to ruin the granddaughter o f his partner, this Jones-this gangling malaria-ridden white man whom he had given permission fourteen years ago to squat in the abandoned fishing camp with the year-old grandchild-Jones, partner porter and clerk who at the demon’s command removed with his own hand (and maybe delivered too) from the showcase the candy beads and ribbons, measured the very cloth from which Judith (who had not been bereaved and did not mourn) helped the granddaughter to fashion a dress to walk past the lounging men in, the side-looking and the tongues, until her increasing belly taught her embarrassment-or perhaps fear;-Jones who before ’61 had not even been allowed to approach the front of the house and who during the next four years got no nearer than the kitchen door and that only when he brought the game and fish and vegetables on which the seducer-to-be’s wife and daughter (and Clytie too, the one remaining servant, negro, the one who would forbid him to pass the kitchen door with what he brought) depended on to keep life in them, but who now entered the house itself on the (quite frequent now) afternoons when the demon would suddenly curse the store empty of customers and lock the door and repair to the rear and in the same tone in which he used to address his orderly or even his house servants when he had them (and in which he doubtless ordered Jones to fetch from the showcase the ribbons and beads and candy) direct Jones to fetch the jug, the two of them (and Jones even sitting now who in the old days, the old dead Sunday afternoons of monotonous peace which they spent beneath the scuppernong arbor in the back yard, the demon lying in the hammock while Jones squatted against a post, rising from time to time to pour for the demon from the demijohn and the bucket of spring water which he had fetched from the spring more than a mile away then squatting again, chortling and chuckling and saying ‘Sho, Mister Tawm’ each time the demon paused)-the two of them drinking turn and turn about from the jug and the demon not lying down now nor even sitting but reaching after the third or second drink that old man’s state of impotent and furious undefeat in which he would rise, swaying and plunging and shouting for his horse and pistols to ride single-handed into Washington and shoot Lincoln (a year or so too late here) and Sherman both, shouting, ‘Kill them! Shoot them down like the dogs they are!’ and Jones: ‘Sho, Kernel; sho now’ and catching him as he fell and commandeering the first passing wagon to take him to the house and carry him up the front steps and through the paintless formal door beneath its fanlight imported pane by pane from Europe which Judith held open for him to enter with no change, no alteration in that calm frozen face which she had worn for four years now, and on up the stairs and into the bedroom and put him to bed like a baby and then lie down himself on the floor beside the bed though not to sleep since before dawn the man on the bed would stir and groan and Jones would say, ‘flyer I am, Kernel. Hit’s all right. They aint whupped us yit, air they?’ this Jones who after the demon rode away with the regiment when the granddaughter was only eight years old would tell people that he ‘was lookin after Major’s place and niggers’ even before they had time to ask him why he was not with the troops and perhaps in time came to believe the lie himself, who was among the first to greet the demon when he returned, to meet him at the gate and say, ‘Well, Kernel, they kilt us but they aint whupped us yit, air they?’ who even worked, labored, sweat at the demon’s behest during that first furious period while the demon believed he could restore by sheer indomitable willing the Sutpen’s Hundred which he remembered and had lost, labored with no hope of pay or reward who must have seen long before the demon did (or would admit it) that the task was hopeless-blind Jones who apparently saw still in that furious lecherous wreck the old fine figure of the man who once galloped on the black thoroughbred about that domain two boundaries of which the eye could not see from any point.
i wanted to watch rn, but at the time i gotta sleep xd
SLEEP CAN WAIT
Good vid 😀👍
8:41 bro skipped the cutscene
Only real ones know parts of this is from a different vid😎 Nonetheless great work!!
9:12 subaru bout to start his villian arc😭😔
"Hey there. You look a little lost Do you mind if i help get you up? No, the real question, why do you keep avoiding Misa, Are u gay?" Got me dying 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
In my opinion this video compared to all other videos this one is very human compared to them 💀
2:13 😡
2:17 💅
I spit water on my screen at the last part, dattebayo
pizza or aqua's special water?
Aqua if would not exist. we would die from hydration.
AI RIZZLER MADE A NEW VID!!
wait isnt this video reuploaded???
Reuploud on the first one?!
I don't know if i should love these or hate them
You should talk to more jjk charecter but the more unique ones like Yuki Toji Choso Hiromi Higuruma and Mai Zenin
Piccolo is a vibe ngl
You must be tired from the brainrot😭😭😭
Me in the middle of this powers up fist punches wall 20 times in second to get rid 0f the goofy i have seen
''heybaby girl'' 💀
Haven't you uploaded this before?
It's Reload video, where new video?!?!?!!!
Is This a repost?
This was in my recommended... What did I just watch
this video is so skibidi sigma!
Don't oil up STAY CRUSTY
Do Griffith next (:
The way bro said dattebayo😂😂
This dude is funny
Do Oshi no ko chatbots since the manga is ending
Is this a reupload or am I tripping?
How bad does bro need to pay rent 😭
Slip it in me ai rizzler
Torture AI with the KSI song
Hi pookie wookie bear
Imagay
dattebayo
torture steve cobs next (you read it right, its cobs, we doin inanimate insanity)
(not forcing btw)
It’s his voice that’s funny 🤣🤣🤣
I JS GOT DONE WATCHING UR LAST VIDEO STOP
YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GET AWAY FROM ME
No way I was watching one of bro’s videos nd he posted
Skibidi toilet hitting griddy skibidi rizzastic gooner of a fanum taxer full of edger gyats, do you want to mew and mog livvy and baby gronk?? Sigma ligma sussy baka with a sus amog us griddison master laster
Are you the rizzler of ai? Cause I want to respond to you with a response. 😊❤
ITS MY MEDS AGHHHHHAAAA
Yooo wsg mr rizzler
sup homie
@airizzlerr love you pookie
Yea i was sleeping
Istg i watched this is this a reupload
wait only 2k views??
Yagami imagay NAHHHHHHH
Rizz? Rizz.
Why i was bout to sleep :(
I must be trippin cus i think this is a re-upload
THAT'S NO NARUTO UZUMAKI
THAT'S SUSRUTO DIDDYMAKI
Can I get a hi?🥰
Hi :)
hey i saw ur lasr vid are you gonna quit yt?
Whasupp
sup
Nice video dude you earn a new sub and I made a list of characters you need to confuse
Hinata.
Quanxi.
Sasuke.
Aizen.
Vegeta.
Rimuru.
Power.
Yourself.
Pain.
Spongebob.
Cooler.
Basketball(Cause why not😘😘😘😘😘😘😘)
Eren Yeager.
(And Pin me or Ill Steal your kidney tonight😡😡😡😡😡)
WTF DID I JUST WATCH
NARUTO WHAT THE FUCK
1:57 this shit so cringe
Try femboy gojo💀
oil up
Oil up skibidi
Naruto what the fuck 😨
what is going on
I like rocks 🗿🪨