mentioned WWF to someone recently and all they could come up with was Words With FriendsQuote:
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mentioned WWF to someone recently and all they could come up with was Words With FriendsQuote:
Originally Posted by Beauld Flavors
So last night me n the crew r scanning the club, we run security on every door in town, ran the old pussies outta town, aint seem em since. had the usual drunk assed preppy f@gs from the local college, simple choke hold, knee, punch and they are down then we throw them into a dumpster ion the alleyway, one night we put 8 guys in it at once, squashed em in like tuna in a can.
im working the door, crowds are lovin it, seeing me, im a damn celebrity in this town, im like "chill the **** out" but these guys are shoving n **** trying to get a glimpse of my strong assed self especially since im rockin a fine italian suit, really shows off my frame,m
People r texting each other n ****, soon musta been 1000 outside the club taking pictures begging to get in, guys start shoving some girls and the crews like "**** this" and jump in, start nailing people upside the head, i break out the bats we keep behind the door, cracking skulls all over the ****ing place. women love this ****, im top dog and they cant get enough of me whoopin ass,, im givin them a glimpse of my strong ass face inbetween swings of the blood soaked bat, its like a damn photo shoot.
next thing i know some pussy draws a gun, little T makes a grab and gets hit, good thing the crew wear vests, i dont, i aint got time for that pussy ****, so i go for the guy with a "son, somebody about to get their **** messed up" look on my face i see a flash but dont feel **** since im jacked up with adrenaline, i tackle this guy and the crew goes to work on his skull while i kick his gun down a drain. crowds gone ****ing wild,
Crew locks down the club and calls a doc, girls r all over me crying n ****, im like "i aint got time to bleed" and sip some $1000 champagne with a **** eating grin opn my face, when the docs turn up they couldnt believe their ****ing eyes, turns out my jacked up muscle fibras stopped that 9 in its tracks, like organic body armor or some ****, a normal pussied ass guy woulda hit the bricks and died, a bullet aint **** to 220lbs of coiuled up fibras, you dont gotta be a scientist to know that.
when i say i'm built for this **** i mean it
listen you cunt, i cant call you fat but i can definitely call you a cunt because you're being one.
you are a fucking pathetic little faggot bitch, and i want you to come to my house and spew the same bullshit you post in here to my face.
oh wait,i dont need to worry about you coming to my house because you would never do it. youll just continue to sit behind a fucking computer screen and act like fucking mike tyson to every guy you meet, when in reality you are a fat virgin neckbeard loser with cheeto dust in his beard and a pillow with a hole in it that you fuck every night
seriously, its so god damn pathetic to just watch people like you. like, i want to try to be angry at you, but honestly i just want to be your friend out of pity because i know you dont have any besides the friends on your wow account.
you should honestly just draft up a suicide note right now and continue adding to it every day little by little as the failures of your life pile up day after day and you wil finally have an entire book worth of your failures and can finally kill yourself and make your family and online friends happy.
of course, you would probably fuck it up and miss your brain stem so you have to shoot yourself in the head 2-3 times while in agony to go out like a wounded dog, or you will try to mix bleach and ammonia but the room will be a bit too ventilated so you weel literally feel the chlorine gas burning away the lining of your lungs and suffer in horrific, unfathomable agony for 5 minutes as you literally burn and melt from the inside out after you start vomiting up your own lungs and liquefied lung begins pouring out of your nose and you slowly suffocate to death.
fucking hate pretentious cunts.
You are so visibly upset, that you need to create shitpost in my glorious thread in an attempt to raise your self worth.
Come at me you plebian. I am the fucking pinnacle of man, both body and mind. I attend an Ivy league university, completely payed off by scholarships, with the leftover money used to buy myself a RX-7FD and a vintage Fairlady S30 Z with a L28 engine combined with twin turbos. My grade point average is perfect point O. After I finish my dual bachelors I will be accepted straight away into the doctorate program. I will have two doctorate degree's by age twenty-five, owe zero debts, and make more money a year than you will in a lifetime. The funny thing is, this is the average tripfag. There are many who far surpass me.
I also reached God of the internet status recently so now I will be mythified to hell and back and future archaeologists will unearth the internet and will think I was some kind of powerful historical figure.
By the way, do you have any idea what gorilla warfare is? I do, I was in the US Marine Core and I perfected it.
If I ever meet you in real life I'll snap you in half like a chocolate-chip cookie.
Go ahead and reply, doing so only proves my point that you are a bleating fool, laughing behind your screen, flapping these adipous cheeks of yours while your wawa chocolate milk drips all overy your XXXL t-shirt. Do you have any idea of how long you have been there, sitting on this same chair that because of some unknown miracle managed to withstand your massive weight? You have been there for weeks, months, locked up in your room that smells like Doritos and Wawa milk.
You are less admirable than an ant. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You might as well just beg to suck my dick and eat my bodily waste, so that maybe an iota of my greatness could pass onto you.
I have really bad (very very strong) armpit odor that I cannot get rid of. I've tried every deodorant known to man (crystal salt- solid and liquid, drysol, certain dri, secret, dove, men's deodorants, sports, lady's deodorants, clinical strength) as well as every other tactics known to combat underarm odor (baking soda, milk of magnesia, hydrogen peroxide, vinegar, alcohol, witch hazel, antibacterial soap, take zinc and magnesium, take charcoal tablets, probiotics...) but still can't get rid of it!!!!! None of them work at all! For the past few years and possibly longer, I've pretty much stunk everyday and it sucks. I can't hang out with anyone out of embarrassment and paranoia since, well, it sucks to be the stinky one in the group and I hate it when large groups of people start to act like they have nasal congestion when I am around. I can't concentrate on my school work and I turn down dates and friendship offers since I don't want to leave the house. I don't want to see my relatives either because of my b.o., it is very strong...probably similar to the smell of an overweight man in his 50's who's been stuck in the dessert for a while...or like a fifteen year old boy who just got home from a 6 hours sport practice in 100 degree temperature. The strange thing in all of this is that I am actually quite petite! Currently, I am at 114lbs and 5'3. I used to be 97 lbs, but even then I smelled bad so I know it's not because I gained weight.
I've also gone to a dermatologist who gave me an underarm antibiotic (erythromycin), the kind to rub on skin which didn't even help. I've also taken oral minocycline, which didn't get rid of the smell but gave me g.i. irritation. My family doc gave me a script for drysol, which made me dry but didn't help with odor at all. I am really desperate and need advise on how to get rid of this! I want my life to be normal and I want to be able to worry about my future, my hair, my weight etc (the normal stuff)...not my body odor :( please help. I've been told that I'm pretty hot and guys look at me and try to flirt with me all the time, but I always turn away since it's so embarrassing to be hot and stinky! I also hate people's comments on how I smell too; they hurt my feelings really bad, regardless of how long I've had to deal with this issue. I don't even hang out with my friends and avoid everyone. I hate being a recluse since I like being around people, but I am a pretty sensitive person and can't take comments about how to smell like a fat man...please help me!
BTW, I do notice that my odor is even worse after I eat too much or eat the wrong food (refined carb, junk food, chocolate, coffee...basically, really creamy and rich food). It's also worse when my digestive system acts up or out of sink and when that time of the month comes. I am also pretty active. I do kickboxing at least 3 days a week and I also like to run. I shower everyday, sometimes twice, but the odor is usually still there afterward (maybe it might be gone for about 5 minutes...maybe not, idk). I also shave my armpit but odor would still be there. One thing though, I do have a pretty abnormal diet since I tend to eat a lot of food in one sitting. I have a huge appetite and can/will eat pretty much anything when I eat which is not good since I sometimes get digestive upset but I really can't help my appetite. I also used to get really bad skin (acne) when my diet gets too bad, but it would usually start going away after I quit eating wheat, oat and grain products. I would also get dizzy and tired sometimes after eating, especially if I eat sugary things like chocolate or sweet peanut butter or too much fatty food, or even too much fruits but found out I could cure this with a few miles run on the treadmill so its not a bother to me. I've wondered about food allergies too but I've gotten a food allergies test from a endocrinologist and everything came back negative (I do think I am intolerant to wheat and such grains though since I get acne..ooo and not to mention really bad cramps, bloat and umm...un-lady like disturbances when I eat them). I don't tolerate dairy (mainly ice-cream and yogurt, I can eat some cheese and drink a small quantity of milk...although I don't drink milk much), soy milk nor some fatty foods (avocados, nuts, chocolate, nut butters...) very well either but I do eat them sometimes, with the exception of chocolate-which I love and eat by the gallons- and, my most recent craving-peanut butter with dark chocolate or just plain peanut butter (yum), I do eat those a lot...like probably half a jar a day on top of other foods. I also do eat a lot of meat, probably way more than I should, but I also eat a lot of veggies and fruits too. To make it short, I've always eaten a lot...do you think that might be why?
Manhood Camping Firequest. Lookin' for a 100% for real bros to share/experience manhood in all its glory. This is for real, I don't want to waste my time or yours. 100% JO and manhood, no sugar added. I AM NOT GAY. Don't even think this is a sex thing, it's all about manhood.
Looking for bros to head into the woods and bond by fire, experience life as men once lived it, JO circle, and fire/vision quests.
THIS IS NOT A SEX THING.
Gonna need some basic things/skills, I don't want to be slowed down by fools:
- must be in reasonable shape, if you get winded walking then stay home
- Ed Hardy camping gear, it's really good gear and it's awesome
- desire to be a man among men
- not afraid to wield a blade
- crystal, I'm not sharing mine
- must be able to make a fire
- gloves
- a knowledge of native vegetation (knowledge of psychotropic fungus a plus)
- knowledge of modern music
- protective/splash resistant eye wear
- 5 - 10 of those clip things that rock climbers use
We are gonna need a mobile music device, ipod or something. I'm bringing the music for the firequests and visionquests, Nickleback's The Long Road. I only have it on CD, so I'll have my discman as a last resort, an ipod would be nicer. Just sayin'.
Dont' want to see"
- bad attitudes
- gay/homoerotic behavior, this is a manhood thing. I AM NOT GAY.
- cock rings, can't keep it up w/o help, you aren't gonna make it on this quest
- firearms, there's gonna be enough guns going off and spent shells to pick up
- the nerds/dorks/lames/and anyone less than 100% into manhood.
If you are serious, then I promise you this will be the trip of your life. It will change the way you think. I'm serious, and I AM NOT GAY. To see a group of bros being men, a JO circle by a camp fire. The charge/energy in the air. Crystals get jacked, no lie. You will slip into a different frame of mind, you will feel electric.
Last outing, we had a group that was so charged we attracted bears. It was no deal, nature knew man was in the forest, the crystals gave us the confidence to own those bears. I saw it, I was there.
100% SERIOUS, NO FAKERS
It's finally happening. This is the moment you have been waiting for your entire life. What's that, you ask? Peace in the Middle East? Well. no. Official word on the Arrested Development movie? I wish! An end to the seemingly insurmountable polarized political climate that has stymied any conceivable progress in our country? Ha!
It's none of these things. But here's what is happening--I am FINALLY getting rid of my entire collection of VHS tapes. Hear me out.
As a kid, I was a huge nerd (or nerdette, as the case may be). A nerd who was obsessed with TV. It's probably inconceivable these days, but there was a time when a kid like me didn't have access to every episode of Full House at my fingertips. Viewers were slaves to the TV lineup. You either saw that episode of Alf when it aired or you had to find out what happened from your classmates at school the next day (for shame!). Armed with my family's VCR, equipped with a state-of-the-art auto-program function, the world was my oyster. I could tape things! And tape I did.
Now you can enjoy such classics as Edward Scissorhands, Children of the Corn, Pretty Woman, and The Great Muppet Caper. But that's not all!! The real beauty of these tapes are the hidden gems that lie within. You may think that you are just watching an ordinary version of Ghostbusters taped off HBO, but stay tuned! After the movie you might be treated to an episode of Growing Pains, followed by a snippet of The Sting! The Sound of Music may be great in and of itself, but think how much improved it is when it's followed by part of Nickelodeon's Kids Choice Awards from the 1990s and a few choice episodes of The Real World: Season 1! You may pop in Flatliners, only to find out how touching the series finale of Dawson's Creek really is. (Spoiler alert: Jen dies!) These tapes are replete with random episodes of TV shows and snippets of movies. Are you in the market for a VHS tape full of nothing but Buffy, Will and Grace, and Beavis and Butthead? You found it!
Some of the tapes will baffle you with their randomness. Pop in an unlabeled tape and see what you find! It just might be a mish-mash of Behind the Music: Jessica Simpson, South Park, the Jon Stewart Show circa 2004, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and some strange VH1 show starring Pauly Shore.
Did I alienate you with the Pauly Shore reference? Please keep reading. I swear whatever that show was, I did not tape it on purpose. But you know what I did tape on purpose? Every single episode of The Adventures of Pete and Pete. There, have I won back your trust and respect? Probably not.
Have I mentioned the news clips and commercials?? Sometimes they are better than the movies! We are talking references to the Clinton presidency (good times!) and the Unibomber while he was still at large!! If you have no idea who the Unibomber is, please stop reading. . .you do not deserve these tapes. The commercials for the "new" Honda Accord will make your own car seem like a friggin' DeLorean. (And yes, Back to the Future is on one of the tapes.)
There's also some personal history in there. If you are really diligent, you might find the news clip that features my sister's 4th grade class in the background in Newark, New Jersey's famous cherry blossom park! My sister was prominently featured, although I have taped over that particular portion with Beetlejuice. But you can still see some of her classmates at the tail end of the broadcast, after Beetlejuice ends.
Words cannot convey how much you need this collection. Hell, I'll even throw in my old VCR FOR FREE with the lot. I'm pretty sure it works and I might even be able to find the remote.
You may wonder why I am getting rid of these tapes. The truth is, at this point in my life they mostly just take up space and prove to be a hassle whenever I move. I need to spread the joy to others who can more fully appreciate them.
Here's the deal: you take these tapes off my hands. I'm giving them away. I do not want anything in return for this kindness. They are conveniently packed into cardboard boxes for easy transporting. But you have to take them ALL. This is an all-or-nothing, take-it-or-leave-it deal. I will throw in the VCR for free.
Dear Neighbor in Warren -
I'm not gonna shovel out the walk, so you might as well call me in now.
I work 12-14 hour days. My wife left almost a year ago to go relive her college days (she's fucking the third or fourth in a line of grad students at the U of M, from what I hear) and saddled me with the mortgage and car payment. The dog now hates me because he's cooped up in one room all day long when he used to be home with the wife (too busy doing yoga to stay limber for the college studs to get a job when we were together) and could go outside or at least have run of the house all day.
Thanks for the dirty look when I saw you out walking YOUR unleashed shit-machine-on-four-legs this morning. Must be a bitch to be shins deep in the snow while your dog clamors into my yard to leave a steamer in the drift. Noticed you didn't have a bag with you and kind of caught the way you just kept on walking without picking up Rover's turds as I rolled up the hill towards another hourlong commute.
Hey, asshole. Guess what? I'm not an independent consultant or whatever the fuck it is you told me your job is when I was checking out your wife's ass at the neighborhood picnic this Summer. I'm a sales manager. I get up early, go to the office, slug it out listening to salespeople tell me that our customers won't buy our services in this economy (or as I call it, 'whining about shit that's really not my problem') until well after you've had your supper, and typically make it home about the time you're settling in to watch Real Housewives of Orange County or whatever closet cocksucker show you watch after you put little Peyton and Jacinda to bed.
I'm beat when I get home. I eat a sandwich, pet the dog a little, sort the mail, and wish my wife wasn't a cum guzzling whore for a Carlson School of Management's Spring '09 MBA candidates, each of whom is gonna finish fucking my wife, defend a dissertation, get offered a job without having to make a meaningful search, and earn six times more money at age 22 with no experience than I am at age 40 with a BS in marketing and 18 years never once having missed quota for base-plus-ten-percent.
The LAST thing on my mind in these moments of lamentation is putting on the Carhartts and shoveling out the sidewalk when it's -15�. I gotta get up in six hours and get back to the office. I work for a living, and to tell you the truth, when you called the City to complain earlier this year about snow on the sidewalk and I got the $30 WSB invoice from the City for them to come by with their brush-blower, I happily paid it. It was worth the $30 to not have to go out and stand in the wind for 30 minutes.
So this is your fair warning, oh neighbor of mine...might as well call me in now, because it ain't getting any warmer the rest of this week, my job ain't getting any less demanding, and as far as I know, my wife has every intention of continuing to let the next generation of useless MBAs keep screwing her spit-lubricated ass. Which means I have the perfect combination of prohibitive temperatures, discretionary income, and anger at humanity in general to keep paying the city to clear the sidewalk in from of my house well into Spring.
Oh my god. Oh. My. God.
Grab a paper bag, breathe into it and calm your ass down. You're hyperventilating because you ain't never seen a deal like this before. Now collect yourself, then keep reading this incredible description that barely serves to do justice to my 2010 Felt Gridlock 3 speed fixed gear bike. Yes 3 SPEED FIXED GEAR. Also known as the greatest bike the city has ever had the privilege of existing around.
What makes this bike so much better than every other bike that has ever been pedaled? Glad you asked. It starts with the paint scheme. It looks like Iron Man if Iron Man were a bike. That's bold, son. Curb appeal. It's probably also why some piece of trash stole the front tire that originally came with this beauty. Why didn't he steal the whole bike? Because he knew he wasn't man enough. That's ok, I replaced it with something that looks even more boss. The next thing is the genuine leather seat. My taint has had a love/hate relationship with this particular bit of the machine. But it's got those swanky brass rivets so I can't stay mad that it smashed my prostate and has likely rendered fatherhood impossible. But let's face it, I'd rather have have a bike than a kid.
What else? Let's talk about that three speed in-the-hub, fixed-gear transmission for a second. It's as gnarly as it is exotic. Like the tropical, saw-toothed platypus. Which is a species that does't even exist. Fortunately this crazy ass hub does. It offers 3 speeds, as the name implies. It also offers a terrific chance to introduce that dome of yours to the asphalt if you sleep for one single second on this beotch. So don't trip. Ride safe. Get a helmet and if you've never ridden a fixed gear bike, maybe it's time to move along, young sir because this back tire doesn't flip flop and it doesn't offer any respite. What this bike does offer is a one-way ticket to legits-ville. Find a bowling ball. Then find another one. Your nuts must be at least that big to even consider making this whip the dreamiest object to ever take up too much space in your tiny ass apartment. But you'll be filled with joy once you throw a leg over this flawless piece of American-made* cycling excellence.
What else? Ryan, the paint's a little dinged up. Yeah, well, that's called real life. It comes at you fast, bro. Besides, you really want this glimmering, shimmering sex machine catching the eye of some small time thief? I already told you what happened to the tire. You really don't want to be living your own version of PeeWee's big adventure. Consider the lived-in feel a natural crime deterrent. If this bike were denim jeans, it'd be called "de-stressed" and you'd be paying extra for the privilege. I'm not gonna charge you extra for it, though. Cause I'm not trying to take advantage of you. But you should take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But, aren't you sad about selling the greatest bike on earth? No. When you ride this bike once it permanently eliminates your ability to feel sad about anything ever again. Even for little puppies who are afraid to walk down the stairs, because the stairs...they're so big, and they're so little. Puppies who are young, but have already discovered the world to be a cold, unforgiving place. But you won't give a shit about it because you'll be on your awesome new bike living the dream.
Ryan, is that a toilet in the background? Yes. Why? Because this bike is the shit. And you've just learned something else about me. That's right, my name is Ryan. And your name is lucky sonofagun if you make the best choice of your life and pay me cold, hard cash for this ridiculous ride.
*Felt bikes are imported from Taiwan. Sorry to burst your bubble, homie, but globalization has been restructuring the way products get manufactured and sold since the 80's. Some believe it's eroding the American middle class. If you're the last to know, sorry for party rocking. Read "The World Is Flat." Form an opinion. Join the dialog. By the way, the book is like 12 years old so this shouldn't be news. Shit's fucked up, but we didn't start the fire. No we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it. Now buy this bitchin' ass bike.
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Every time I use my Fleshlight I think how glad I am that I got it. I honestly felt a little weird about it at first, but now here I am writing about it on Yahoo. It's just so much better than your hand. I mean, believe it or not, it just feels really healthy because it's just so much more satisfying. When you're done, you feel like you've just done something really nice and good for yourself. I don't know, it's a whole different experience from using your hand. I mean, I don't think of it as a replacement for sex though, just think of it as much, much better solo time. Your brain and your body crave that engulfing feeling, that being-taken-in kind of feeling—and this will do it. Since it completely engulfs, you get complete contact and friction against your skin and thus more stimulation. I highly recommend the Wonder Wave model as a good first texture to try. ( That's just a link to the texture, don't skip the case, the case is actually important for creating the right amount of pressure.) It's not over-the-top intense, but it's much more interesting than the smooth. (I've owned both.) Personally, I'd steer you away from the original smooth because I think it's a little boring and the worst part is that without any texture, the lube will just flow out easily and you'll risk a friction burn. A lot of guys say it's the closest to the feeling of real sex. I disagree, simply because only sex feels like sex to me, but the Wonder Wave Fleshlight feels really, really, really good. And, it can definitely be used on you by a partner if you're too tired for full sex or looking to spice up handjobs, etc., so it will serve you well beyond just your personal time. So yes, I'd say it is definitely worth it. I don't think you'll regret the purchase and if you follow their instructions on the care, it will last practically forever. You'll feel weird about spending the money on what you spent it on at first, but once you have a couple of good sessions with it, you'll wonder how got by without it. Just be aware that it might take a couple of times using it to get used to it and get the technique down—just like anything else. For the Wonder Wave, especially, I'd say it's best for going real slow and taking your time. (Be sure to try twisting it. That's a crazy feeling also.)
Although I don't have any personal experience with the prostate stimulators, from what I've read I would think that the Bad-Boy ( ) would be the best choice because the indented portions of the contour shape near the base would likely make it more comfortable when the sphincter closes around it. God, sphincter is such a weird word. I can't believe I just typed that. Anyway, that's what I know. Good luck.
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I have the Wonder Wave texture ( ) and I think it's great. I actually have a great sex life and have sex two or three times per week, but my drive is over the top and the Fleshlght helps to keep me from being a total pest. And when we want to do something lazy, but still good, we bring out a toy for her and the Fleshlight for me.
It was last Saturday and I was at the bar. My shitty boss made me work late Friday and then early Saturday morning. Then I was laid off at the end of the day. Needless to say I was pretty upset and in need of a good long night at the bar.
I got there straight from work at 6.30 and sat at the bar. You were a few stools down and there was a few people between us. About 11.30 there was only a few of us left and you moved down to the stool next to me and we casually chatted for the next hour before you started making advances at me. First off, I was very drunk at this point. That's important for you to understand.
Now, one of two things went horribly wrong here. Either I was so drunk that anything I said was impossible to understand or you were too drunk to put two and two together. You see, when I kept saying things like "thank you but I'm not like that" and "I'm not gay" it's because I thought you were a man. So naturally when you(who I thought was a man) tried to kiss me I believed it was time to fight and I punched you. I admit I SHOULD NOT have tried any wwe moves after that but I'm not a very good fighter and I was in attack mode.
Enter the large biker type guys playing pool in the back. If I would have known they were your brothers, I would've made out with you even if I thought you were a dude. Long story short, I hope that my 3 broken ribs and my missing tooth(it's right in the front by the way) are enough to make us even. I would still like to be friends and hopefully we can look back on this and laugh one day. I don't want to date but we can drink beer and lift weights or fish or something. Hope to hear from you
Dear porn shop/adult store/lingerie boutique customers, here are some fabulous tips on how to not completely irritate me, the poor employee just barely keeping her rage in check behind the counter, also some etiquitte on how to behave in case your mother didn't teach you.
1. For the loud obnoxious 18-25 year olds. Yes I will readily admit that when I see a herd of you coming straight for my door I roll my eyes and groan. First of all lose the fucking attitude when I ask to see your ID. No not your high school id/college id/birth certificate...I need a state issued ID, passports/military ID will also work fine. If you do not have proper identification on your sorry bitch ass, I will, with great pleasure, ask you to leave. Don't get snippy because you haven't been asked before, I AM asking you now, and if you look under the age of 40 I am required to.
Why is it that young kids think it makes them look cooler when they laugh REALLY loud and yell everything at one another. It makes you look pathetic and desperate for approval from your peers. Not to mention it scares away my legitimate customers who would have actually purchased something, had your dumbasses not shown up. Plus you rarely buy anything, probably for fear that daddy's princess will get caught with an illicit purchase on the credit card he no doubt pays for. So please, conduct yourselves as adults when you come in.
2. The fucktard mothers that want to bring their baby/toddler shopping. You bitches have got to be kidding me. IT'S AN ADULT STORE! There are penises everywhere. Do you really want your infant seeing that? Oh wait, ya you guys don't care because as long as you get to come shop for lingerie and dildos, you're happy as little clams. Fuck you. Your baby cannot come in. Don't have a tantrum when I tell you this either. Babysitters were created for a reason, use one!
3. Theifs...you douchebags truly are the bane of my existance. When you steal from me, I actually get bitched at by management. Regardless of the fact that I am alone, busy, and trying to get the store tidied up. Have you morons also failed to realize we have a surveillance system that could rival the pentagon? Seriously I see you put that shit up your shirt, and I'm locking you in and calling Spokane's Finest before you even are done attempting to conceal whatever lube/massage oil/vibrator you decided was worth going to jail for. Which is exactly where you will be going and the owner of my job really likes to press charges, not to mention has equipped his employees with tasers strong enough to take down a water buffalo. Don't fuck with me. That pair of crotchless panties isn't worth it I promise.
4. Don't be nervous about your purchase. Seriously I will not remember you 5 minutes after you walk out the door. You young guys don't need to stare at the pocket pussys for an hour before leaving empty handed. Just buy the thing. I don't give a fuck I promise. Older ladies who are too embarrassed to ask for help, dude chill out. Just tell me what you are looking for so we can both be done with this unpleasant experience. You are the one making this awkward.
5. My darling porn guys, you are great breed of customer for the most part. You come in quietly, find your dvd, and get the hell out. It works well for everyone involved. However there are a few of you that like to "browse" for 2 fucking hours. That is a bit much don't you think? Please just come into the store with a general idea of what you want to jerk it to...cause I have to wait for your fickle ass to leave before I can have a cigarette.
6. Stoners.
You are a wonderful group of customers. You are always pleasant, laugh at my jokes, and usually make a purchase. My only complaint is that at times your guys smell like you're carrying a dead skunk around with you. Roll down your car windows and febreeze friends! Good lord ya'll reek sometimes.
7. Ok this one is bound to piss off some people but IDGAF! At my adult store we try to carry things for the BBW shopper...aka Fatty Friendly store. However please be reasonable when shopping. Lingerie runs small k? I wear a size SM and 6/8 pant at normal stores, at my work I wear a large and usually cannot pull off the boxed lingerie. So no need to scream, cry, or freak out when I recommend that your 240lb ass may not fit into a size medium. Also NO, I do not feel like taking 30 minutes to try to squeeze all your rolls into a corset. Hun, it's not going to help, you will just look like a walrus in rubber bands. Please let me put you in shit that will fit. Your man doesn't care what the tag says, but he will care if you have more rolls than pillsbury coming out of lingerie that is too small.
Please note that for the most part I like my job. It is not my calling in life, but pays the bills while I sort out my 20's a bit. I really do like most of my customers, and enjoy helping others find ways to have a more fulfillng sex life. If you all come in and treat myself and my coworkers with kindness, respect, and are not terrified of us, we will do our best to make it the easiest shopping experience of your life. To the aforementioned groups of people I was ranting about, well you know who you are, fix your shit and come back and see me. I don't remember you anyway.
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Originally Posted by Vinny
Just 92...funny as fuck.
I still lol at most of these. Favorite will always be the M&Ms one.
92 funny cuz it seems like its prolly the truff.
I can just be browsing the net, or looking through blogs in a mild state of mind, when suddenly I'll read about, or see someone's vacation photos from Hawaii, and then I'll be instantly placed into an aggressive, infuriated state of mind. I'll have the desire to inflict bodily harm upon the people in question, or I'll have the desire to see them suffer from cancer. Only after sometime of brooding will I fall into deep sadness because I can't hurt them without facing consequences, or that they're leading happy, misery free lives, and getting to go to Hawaii while I'm miserable and helpless being forced to witness the happiness of other people. It's like whenever I see other people getting to go to Hawaii it instantly dehumanizes them in my eyes and makes them the most evil wretches on the planet, and hurts me immensely, leaving me not wanting to live anymore. What is wrong with me? And why is paradise my hell?
I don't know if I'm depressed, or even mentally ill, but I often feel anger and sadness. Below is an assortment of things I've posted elsewhere at different times, in different moods, yet couldn't get any answers.
12 days ago
I'm 26, yet I feel as if I've never been alive. I can't recall any positive memories, just pain and drudgery. I feel trapped on the sidelines forced to watch the world go by, looking on with envious contempt of those having the ride of their lives. Every day that stretches on is another hazy gray at best, a real downer at worst. My reprieve comes not from happiness, but from the next chemical dampener. I'm not suicidal, just downtrodden and idle with seemingly no way up and on, just down and out. What is the point of life when it rewards so few, yet leaves most of us cold and blue.
8 days ago
I feel as though I'm constantly obsessed with what others are doing, or where they are going, and not really focusing on my own direction. I used to browse facebook until the constant bombardment of achievements and destinations visited by former classmates and family left me the envious, bitter, angry man I am now. While they left I remained inside my little box, comparing myself to their accomplishments because I had, and still have nothing of my own, but the resentment and inadequacy brought on by success that is not mine. My days are spent in perpetual self pity, and obsession over how I might follow their tail fumes by copying what they did, or going where they went, not because I wanted to, but because I thought if they did then I should be able to do it. As I type this, I have no real achievements; no ambition other than to prevent others from doing what they want, lest it hurt me; no feeling other than bitter envy, and deep sadness. My only hope is to someday one up them, and have something to rub in their faces. I'm empty, I don't exist, I'm defined by how others make me feel, and I have nothing of my own. How can I break this cycle, and find my own path?
15 hours ago
Do you ever find yourself flipping through channels, or browsing through forums, until you find something that levels you, as if being punched in the gut and descending from your previous mental state into a combination of rage/sadness/desperation instantly? This happens to me quite often, and it f***ing hurts. My trigger for these episodes is rather embarrassing, but it brings about the gloominess with much intensity. This trigger is a place, but it's the symbolism of this place that is the key. A symbol of paradise for people of means to escape from the world, and leave behind everyone else for their own joy seeking. When I stumble upon these triggers, and am forced to acknowledge the place and see those people experiencing it, I just want nothing more than to see them suffer for causing me pain. I want to see them get cancer, lose an offspring, develop a life ruining addiction, etc. I want them to live in misery for making me hurt by seeing them in that place living well. It's not about their richness of material that hurts, it's about their richness of life and experience that is agonizing. Does anyone else experience this?
What, if anything, is my problem?
I have an extreme aversion to a certain place with an area code that is 808. Just a mention of it can shift my mood to one of two states: sadness or fury. I have had this problem for over three years now, with no improvement.
Starting in 2009 I had decided to start using facebook, and discovered two old classmates had been deployed to 808 as a servicemember and dependent respectively. This didn't really effect me too severely, but what happened in spring 2010 left me in my current state. It was a cousin that went there, and for whatever reason it shattered my psyche. It was litterally as if something in my mind shattered. Upon seeing that, it was like the sound of glass fracturing into pieces in my head. I instantly left the computer in a state of shock that turned into drunken melancholy as the day progressed. It made me start drinking regularly and having terrible mood swings. I know not why this had such effect, but as a result every mention of 808 reminds me of this trauma, and hurts like the wound is still fresh.
I mentioned how this has made me prone to mood swings, and has given me the need drown out the pain with alcohol when it is unbearable, but it's even worse. When ever I accidentally happen upon images of people there it makes me think homicidal thoughts. Whether they be on tv, the internet, magazines, but just seeing these wretched, awful people enjoying themselves there hurts me considerably, and makes me want to seek revenge for the pain they cause me. This has really made my crappy life even worse.
I fear that this may end up costing me my freedom, or life. Just the absolute rage I feel towards anyone, be they rich celebrities, or your grand parents, that has been there makes me fear that if I came across someone like that I would lose control and hurt them, or worse. I guess fear and a small glimmer of false hope keep me from acting on my passions.
I post this in the hopes that there is someone who understands this, or has these same feelings, and managed to overcome them. I would seek help if it weren't for the fact that I'm poor and uninsured, plus mental healthcare sucks in this country.
Whenever doctors ask if I ever feel like hurting anyone I lie. What do they do if I admit that I constantly feel like hurting others, and that I feel like I'm never far away from just boiling over? I've heard that they get the police involved. I don't feel like a criminal, and don't deserve to be treated like a criminal. That would be like a betrayal, and may make me seek to harm the doctor as well. How exactly is one supposed be honest about what's inside his head when we live in a society that treats mental health as a joke, and uses violence to just lock it away? I seek help, not persecution!
All of these people. .from the media to politicians get money from the. war mongers(Northrop- Grumman...etc) ....This government shut down was no coincidence. ..these are pre-paid wars...these things are calculated on Black Flag occurrences and they have nothing to do with lack of money...War is big business. ..I agree with Samantha...there is no romanticizing the issue...world domination has never been laid to rest...the "American dream" is just that...a dream...brainwashing...control.....Take for instance...one of the top members of the CDC was just arrested on charges of molestation and bestiality. ..a woman now....she also sits on the board that allots 1.6 billion dollars for terrorism preparedness.....Now.....due to us not bombing Syria...and pissing off alot of people with alot of money predetermined for war....where do you think the money should come from?? Now assume this woman said "No..we'll not have you coming in our coffers..."... So they put false charges on her...and how much money did the media say the shutdown was going to cost?? 1.6 billion dollars.....Hmmmmm??!!?? Now..the CDC as you know is the organization that makes sure everything you ingest..inject...breathe is safe....Syria was "chemical warfare"... now...I believe we are in the "hide under your desk" phase...mark my words this shutdown was a regrouping....a take the money and sit on it....These organizations...these politicians. ..these war mongers are planning a cull of the American people...there are truly too many of us...too many to control...."Black Flag tactics" you can bet there will be a chemical attack...some assault...some pandemic...and the gov, will no doubt blame it on some external source. ..some cause to shake their finger and say Told you so to the American people....I saw the presidential address...He says "We'll ask Congress...but if we do not act these countries will feel it ok to attack us" ....I knew right away.....Ach...the hole is deep folks...kiss your kids.....War is money...and people are waking up.....All of these people are given money in a manifest destiny..manifest tragedy.....It's so bad....
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Gotta remember to use this.
Strolling, rolling, bounding, bouncing across Europe, people often ask me what it means to be an American. I tell ‘em it’s triumph. Triumph. Triumph when we nuke our enemies. Triumph when when peer down from the moon and laugh heartily at Russia. Triumph when we depose one dictator after another. Triumph when we break into the homes of terrorist kingpins on the other side of Earth and shoot them in the face. Triumph when we use flying robots to bomb other terrorists in Afghanistan, and other nuclear robots to explore Mars. Triumph when we free Europe from Nazis. Triumph. Triumph. Triumph.
But it’s not just the the big things, see? It’s the way I can set up lawn chairs at my friends house on the Texas Rio Grande and share a toast to freedom while watching Mexicans charge into gunfire to enter my country. It’s the way an Italian cabbie sits up straight and floors the gas when he hears my accent. It’s seeing the wide eyes and bead of sweat running down the forehead of a German customs agent when he opens my passport. It’s the way a French waiter hangs his head when I refuse the wine and ask for Coke instead, in English knowing full well he understands me (and that they have it). The way an Aussie blushes and leans into the urinal next to me in the bathroom, or the scowl that meets my smirk when I tip an English waiter in US dollars covered with Washington’s face. The way small mobs of Canadian school children follow me from a distance to see what a free man looks like, or how heads timidly rise and women gather when my accent stops the music in the clubs of Amsterdam.
Triumph. Every bit of it, triumph. That’s what it means to be an American.
TRIUMPH!Quote:
Originally Posted by Tim Izzo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pz26fcmq3S8
OH CANADA! Yes, I know.Suck it Glan.
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...I think.
The code could be better, but it could also be worse. It was written to be understandable, rather than terse - for that, see the writeup below. There you can see an interpreter done in 3 lines of obfuscated C. (Which is cool, but consider which one is easier to debug or maintain :-P) This would probably make for a good tournament of Perl Golf.
That said:
import java.io.InputStream;
import java.io.PrintStream;
import java.io.File;
import java.io.FileInputStream;
import java.io.IOException;
import java.util.ArrayList;
import java.util.Stack;
class Brainfuck {
InputStream input;
PrintStream output;
ArrayList infiniteTape;
int headPosition;
Brainfuck( InputStream in, PrintStream out ) {
input = in;
output = out;
infiniteTape = new ArrayList();
for( int i = 0; i != 50; i++ ) infiniteTape.add( new Byte( (byte)0x00 ) );
headPosition = 0;
}
void interpret( byte[] code ) throws IOException {
int instructionPointer = 0;
Stack nestedLoops = new Stack();
while( instructionPointer != code.length ) switch( code[instructionPointer] ) {
case '>' :
headPosition++;
if( headPosition >= infiniteTape.size() ) stretchTapeEnd();
instructionPointer++;
break;
case '<' :
headPosition--;
if( headPosition <= 0 ) stretchTapeStart();
instructionPointer++;
break;
case '+' :
setSymbol( (byte)(getSymbol() + 0x01) );
instructionPointer++;
break;
case '-' :
setSymbol( (byte)(getSymbol() - 0x01) );
instructionPointer++;
break;
case ',' :
setSymbol( (byte)input.read() );
instructionPointer++;
break;
case '.' :
output.print( (char)getSymbol() );
instructionPointer++;
break;
case '[' :
if( getSymbol() != 0x00 ) {
nestedLoops.push( new Integer( ++instructionPointer ) );
} else instructionPointer = skipLoop( code, instructionPointer );
break;
case ']' :
if( nestedLoops.size() == 0 )
throw new IOException ("mismatched ]");
if( getSymbol() != (byte)0x00 ) {
instructionPointer = ((Integer)nestedLoops.peek()).intValue();
} else {
nestedLoops.pop();
instructionPointer++;
}
break;
default : instructionPointer++; break;
}
}
byte getSymbol() {
Byte symbol = (Byte)infiniteTape.get( headPosition );
return symbol.byteValue();
}
void setSymbol( byte value ) {
Byte symbol = new Byte( value );
infiniteTape.set( headPosition, symbol );
}
void stretchTapeEnd() {
for( int i = 0; i != 20; i++ )
infiniteTape.add( new Byte( (byte)0x00 ) );
}
void stretchTapeStart() {
for( int i = 0; i != 20; i++ )
infiniteTape.add( 0, new Byte( (byte)0x00 ) );
headPosition += 20;
}
int skipLoop( byte[] code, int from ) {
int subLoops = 0;
do switch( code[++from] ) {
case '[' : subLoops++; break;
case ']' : subLoops--; break;
default : break;
} while( subLoops != -1 );
return ++from;
}
public static void main( String[] args ) throws IOException {
byte[] code;
if( args.length < 1 ) {
System.out.println( "Usage: java Brainfuck file.b" );
return;
}
File brainfuckFile = new File( args[0] );
if( !brainfuckFile.exists() ) {
System.out.println( args[0] + " does not exist" );
return;
}
code = new byte[(int)brainfuckFile.length()];
FileInputStream fileIn = new FileInputStream( brainfuckFile );
for( int i = 0; i != code.length; i++ ) code[i] = (byte)fileIn.read();
fileIn.close();
Brainfuck interpreter = new Brainfuck( System.in, System.out );
interpreter.interpret( code );
}
the reason i am staying away from occults and satanists and worshippers of entities which represent evil is quite clear. i am a warrior of light. i have lost a relative to aleister crowley’s cult. he was so brainwashed he believed he had to sacrifice a family member for the cause of whatever it was that they believed in. he killed his grandfather, my father’s grandfather. then he killed himself. stay away from dark cults, kids. i say this from personal experience. open your eyes to the truth. stay alert, always beware. there is much evil in this world, even when it is sugarcoated in wisdom and beauty. question everything. i do not want anyone to go through the pain my family went through.
Usually when people talk shit, I just brush it off, but now, it's gone a little to far. Assclown, you talk as you know me but in reality you don't know shit about me. I'm guessing you've never been in a situation involving a real live thug that was born and raised in the ghetto/hood(me). Yes i've turned my life to good, but i will throw all that out the window if you continue to talk shit about me. I've killed a few people back in my banging days and Just remember next time before you open your mouth, you better be praying that i'm in a good mood, or else you'll be in for a rude awakening when the thug in me unleashes.
translation: "I really live in Ohio"Quote:
I saw you here after the Superbowl. You know I'm talking about Niner fans in general. Your entire fanbase is all mouth, and then once they lose the game, they're off hiding again, and bragging about their rings from the 1980's as if anyone other than Niner fans cares about that. It's like bragging about having all the New Kids on the Block albums on cassette.
As to Stevie Johnson... great trade for the 49ers. No doubt about it.
But the games are played during the season. And the 49ers haven't won anything. You all seem to forget who is the Reigning World Champions. Show some respect and save that little boy "yap yap" for the other puppies. This is Big Dog country right here. Y'all are nothin' but pups and you don't scare anyone in Seattle. We've watched the Niners yappin off at the gums for the last 3 years and do NOTHING. Your team isn't even man enough to admit when they get beat down. You haven't earned any respect, and your team is irrelevant to us. We own you. That is fact.
Acquiring a great WR doesn't put you in our league. Winning a championship NOW puts you even with us. Until then, you all keep licking our boots and acting tough. It's good for a laugh.
English is your second language, isn't it? You don't have a first. Your post is an **** of stultifying cacophonous verbal depravity; an exercise in literary impotence, and an offense to all of good taste and decency.
It's just as well you can type, for if you had to speak your mind, you'd be speechless. If ignorance were a disability, you'd get the full pension. Anyway, who was talking to you or even taking you under consideration? As Robert Wilensky said: "We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually reproduce the entire works of Shakespeare. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true."
:sirdouche:
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Asking vegans to respect your decision to eat meat is on par with asking feminists to respect sexists and so on.. It is ludicrous to think that different opinions warrant mutual respect. Especially when the opposing opinion not only stands for everything you are against but appropriates suffering, defends oppression and encourages exploitation.
It's the fault of most American women that adult American males are given the option of being total geeks or being alone. You see...all the qualities that would help America and lead to the American dream being achieved for so many millions...are considered nerdy. Physicists are looked down on in America. Physicists! Community volunteers are considered wimps. Kindness and modesty as well. Compromise. Peace. All that stuff is frowned upon. Thanks to American women. And thus, not only does nothing function properly whether it's mechanical or administrative or even judicial in this country, but absolutely nobody can bare to take responsibility for these failures when they cause them. We men here are pricks, that's for sure...but we just like to have respect and/or alot of sex. We don't have this biological predication to sink the world the way American womankind does. Oh they'll swear up and down that you don't know what you're talking about and how dare you if you ever point this out...which further assures the problem will only get worse. I'm not saying a woman doesn't have a right to get guys to compete over them...but keep in mind ladies that most guys are idiots, and given that they all want to impress you, you have to expect to see alot of idiotic and thoughtless actions on the part of stupid, greedy, heartless men. Essentially on your behalf.
I myself have been granted a National Archives researchers card with the National Archives and the records and researchers administration in Washington DC. I personally met with someone who works for Edward Snowden's lawyer on a trip to DC to do research(I don't have both the library of Congress card and the national Archives card that he has, just the National Archives one)along with an author of a book about the Knights of the Golden Circle, I stayed at a relative's home who was the CEO of her own Corporation in DC for 17 years doing work with Skull and Bones and Rhodes Scholars, and I have become personally acquainted with a Rockefeller.
When it comes to conspiracies or conspiracy theories, I have virtually heard it all.
I've been doing serious research into geo-politics for years, and some of this has included
conspiracies and conspiracy theories. I think I've heard about 300 conspiracies overall,
and I have come to believe reasonably, logically, rationally, and factually, that about 50 of
them are true. Of that 50, about 20 of them are really big and sound like what skeptics would call "crazy", but the slightest bit of research (books and documents, not TV, not the internet, not youtube videos, not facebook, not cherry-picking, ect) would still authenticate them.
There exists ignorance on all sides of the spectrum. The people who preach that every celebrity death are an illuminati sacrafice and that celebrities are "members" of the illuminati are ignorant. Also, the people who describe those who believe in the existence of the illuminati, like myself, as "crazy conspiracy theorists" are also ignorant.
I know for a fact that the Illuminati are real. However, most of what people think about them is wrong. The illuminati, from what I can tell, are not so much a secret society with secret meetings (they only started that way in 1776), ect, but rather the illuminati are a social class, the elite social class. Another words, there exists an elite "aristocratic" international social class, that functions just like any elite social class have historically functioned for anyone studying sociology, but have been coined with a term called "Illuminati", which means "the enlightened ones", because of their principles and traditions. Now I say that they function the same way that most elite social classes have functioned, and I'm sure that a conspiri-tainment person will get upset at me, but, keep in mind, that most of the destructive actions and behaviors that are studied about the illuminati, are in fact,
actions and behaviors that elite social classes have engaged in for millenia. Another words, if you find evil actions with the illuminati, they do so because elite social classes themselves always engage in evil actions.
With that said, if you get your sources from youtube, the internet, and especially TV, then everything that you've heard about the Illuminati is misinformation. Atleast one problem is that the general public in the United States idolizes celebrities too much, feeling that they are more likelyto be MEMBERS of the Illuminati. I personally have not seen any evidence that any celebrity in entertainment is an actual MEMBER of the illuminati, not
every kid that paints a swastika on a locker is an actual member of the nazi party, however, that doesn't remedy the faultiness of their activity. However, unfortunately,
it has become fashonable for celebrities to pose as if they are a part of this, which is like posing as a Nazi, without actually being one, just for controversy and money,
which in my opinion, is still tasteless. With that said, not every "eye-cover" is some illuminati reference, and even if you do see references to the illuminti in music videos
and cartoons, it is fruitless to do all of your research by watching music videos and cartoons when you can get your hands on things with much more meat.
So, I understand the resentment but I don't understand the hate. I understand the resentment because the vast majority of the people who preach on the Illuminati have no idea how to do research, don't read books, don't read de-classified documents, don't use logic, ect. They can't even name the person who is said to have begun the modernization of the process or where it even took place.
I personally have met only a handful of people who have done atleast semi-serious research on this. Almost everyone else that I have met that claims knowledge on this usually turns out to be someone interested in "conspira-tainment". they are only interested in scary stories and the entertainment value to get their rocks off, then when they get bored, they stop,
and they have the audacity to go out there and speak on a topic with zeal jut because it impulsively feels right to them. Believe me, I understand the resentment. It's the reason why I see so much hate in this very thread, because of the misinformation.
But, I don't understand the hate, because people need to realize that it's bigotry to identify the irrational as representing the rational. There exists ignorance on all sides of the spectrum.
I partially agree with you Chaz, and I partially disagree with you. On the parts that I disagree with you on, I think you are reiterating his point. Firstly, there are objective, and subjective opinions. One is epistemological, and one is not. "Chocolate is better than vanilla" is a subjective opinion: There is no right or wrong answer because the statement is left unfinished in order for it to be objective. "The Earth exists" is an objective opinion, it is either right or wrong, as the earth cannot both exists and not exist at the same time. Forgive me as I am not nit-picking, this is an important point.
Secondly, about Sandy Hook being a false flag, this is something specific: False Flag. A person can believe that there exists (or could exist) lies about the narrative without jumping to the conclusion of false flag (though you'll get a lot of black and white thinking from youtube). I personally don't think there's anything abnormal in the thinking of a well-read person who believes that the media only draws attention to tragedies that have political implications more so than even worse tragedies that have little political implications, where urban black children get shot and killed every day in Harlem NY and the Bronx without media attention, but suburban white school shootings get all the attention in the world (as if this were somehow more "precious"), complete with sick actions by the media, like taking pictures of the grieving children and their pain without giving them a hug.
Thirdly, the ldea of Sandy Hook being specifically a False Flag may be outrageously inaccurate, but the ldea that a legitimate tragedy itself can be used for a political agenda like gun control, is not inaccurate at all. I disagree with your lumping the two together.
Forth. I disagree with your assertion that being inaccurate makes you a "d*ck". A person can be wrong in their belief without having malicious intent.
Fifth. Even given the idea of False Flags (not assuming that Sandy Hook was such an event), I disagree with your equating the belief in false flags with evil government fan fiction. There is no doubt that evil government fan fiction exists on the internet. There is also no doubt that false flag terror exists as well. The two need not be equated with one another, it is an arrogant association to make which is what his point was all about. I myself do not believe that Sandy Hook was a false flag in any of the traditional senses, but I do believe there is an agenda with the media believing that suburban massacres are "newsworthy" because of political connotations first, and caring about human beings second, and the corporations who own the media using their dishonest culture for more social control.
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1993's "Son in Law" was not only a major milestone in the annals of filmmaking, but also in the study of the human condition itself. With beguiling plot turns, intricate character developments, an ending that is sure to make the most savvy and skeptical viewers astonished, all draped behind a kafkaesque story of the protagonist Crawl, "Son in Law" succeeds on many levels. While noticeably overlooked in the year's Academy Awards and Golden Globes presentations, to the chagrin of critics, fans, and lay people alike, "Son in Law" has proven itself to be a movie that can stand alone of its own merits, and is likely to stand the test of time as a classic for decades to come.
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The year? 1972 ...
The place? Quang Tri, Vietnam, just off Route 9 ...
The sun doesn’t so much rise in Vietnam as it’s just there, in all of it’s splendid heat and yellow glory, commanding the temperature to rise to around 98 degrees at six in the morning. Cargo choppers were already straining under the weight of their sling loads, the noise could be deafening ... I ran both hands across the top of my head, through my newly short cropped hair, and sat on the edge of my rack staring at nothing ... till my boots came into view. I’d gotten one on, then found the other had a knot in the lace ... I fooled with the knot for about five minutes before throwing it against the wall, only to have the boot bounce right back in front of me. I pulled my knife from under my pillow and sliced the lace ... as I was putting in another, a new sound was pouring across the base from someone’s stereo ... I listened, not knowing it was Steely Dan’s “Dirty Work,” and “Kings” followed, with its blistering guitar solo as I pulled on my OD green tee shirt, half hearing, half feeling, but acutely aware of a new groove by the time “Midnite Cruiser” worked its way into my morning brain.
I slipped my 38 into my pocket and headed off in the direction of one the Quonset Hut’s that served as operating rooms and recovery centers, looking over my shoulder in the direction of this sweet new sound as I waked across dusty baked red clay. I pushed through the double doors like a gunslinger from a cowboy movie ... signed in, and asked the PFC on duty if he knew anything about the new album Steveo was playing. “Yeah,” he said! “It’s Steely Dan, aren’t they great?” “What do you think the chances are of getting him to make us a copy,” I asked. “O Man ... Captain, you know the guys ‘id do anything for you.” “Well, go see him and get yourself some breakfast on the way,” I smiled looking over the roster. “What are you staring at,” I asked? “Your hair cut. Has the Colonel seen that yet?” “No, but he doesn’t have to wear it either,” said I.
“Can’t By A Thrill” became my album, every song sounded as if it had been written just for me, just for this place on the other side of the world ... it was like nothing I had ever heard before ... there was an intelligence to it, a magnificent specter of colour and images. There were chord changes equal to anything those high class jazz snobs could hope for ... there was a sense of desperation, a sense of confusion and despair ... but it was all presented in a manner that left one with the notion that this insanity, both expressed in the music, and where I was, were only momentary ... that I would one day rise above all of this, and that this record was going to be part of my musical landscape for the rest of my life.
Seldom in our lives are there such personal works of music, that speak so intimately into our ears ... music that lays out lyrics with such openness and truth. I had left the States with the Psychedelic 60’s burning in my head, and here in Vietnam in 1972 ... I knew the world I'd be returning to, would be a much different place.
*** This is one of those albums where if you ain't listen' to in on vinyl, you ain't really listen' to it at all. And the album title? It's a direct lift from the Dylan song, "It Takes A Lot to Laugh ..."
Branden R.
2/21/2015 3:33:36 PM
Tech Level: Somewhat High
Ownership: 1 week to 1 month
Verified Owner
5 out of 5 eggs
U.S Tampering and LET Hacking
This review is from: CyberPower CP1500PFCLCD - PFC Sinewave UPS Systems - Pure Sine Wave | 100% Active PFC compatible
Pros: I will let you all know how this works in response to protecting your computer parts from the new NSA,FBI,U.S hacking and mass surveillance program. As of now all items in minority homes or internet users homes are being filtered by kb updates if you have microsoft OS. As recently release a firmware program is hardwired to allow a backdoor into the OS by giving untraceable access to OS. it is basically a non-gui function that allows the OS to be undermined by being installed on a plugged harddrive. The result is constant surveillance from either internet or from the new LET access or Shadow Copy Surveillance. This allows screen viewing and other types of access by having the computer plugged into a outlet. As shown in DEFCON all computers can be hacked and have remote veiwing access via AC/DC conversion on a utility line in addition to the internet now.
Im testing this out to see if the unit can reduce the deliberate surges and CPU damage received from the hacking both line attenuation and LET attenuation into the CPU from satellites or radio signals intelligence. So far the unit works great, seems to be doing its job.
Cons: The unit does not stop SGEMP attacks from the U.S, or LET attacks and oversurges from generalized field static they are using to attenuate high density signals into power boxes and power supplies. Anything with a idle setting and power storage features is prone to assault including any items in the home with a power box receiving AC/DC.
Other Thoughts: The world is becoming a pathetic place, they want to have you live naked and out in the open and eugenics and segregation is back in style again. Inappropriate comment but, you all have been warned, surveillance and voyeurism is out of control and obsessed nerds need to make a statement about their ability off of your life and property.
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"Branden"
Ok, I'm getting emotional here. Because y'all are having this problem, too, and it's not just me. I was beginning to think this was something that I, alone, was having to deal with, and I didn't know who to turn to to ask if it's something others experience.So, what can I do about this? Like the OP said, the toilet paper never seems to come clean. I wipe and wipe and wipe. And, there's still something there. I'm spending so much time in the bathroom these days - I know my family is wondering why it takes me so long to go. But, it's because I'm having to wipe so much. It takes so long. And, I STILL am not totally clean when I finish.So, it really is yet another IBS thing? That's why it's happening?Give me ideas on what to do about it. At home, I'm using flushable wipes, but I don't always have those out and about. Wet toilet paper falls apart.Help!