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And a maul and wedge for sure.Quote:
Originally Posted by mibuzzboard
When I read that this morning, I instantly thought of bukdow, but it really devolves off-character after the beginning part.
You have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty in which does possess. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer’s head. There’s also Rick’s nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they’re not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Rick & Morty truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the humour in Rick’s existential catchphrase “Wubba Lubba Dub Dub,” which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev’s Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Dan Harmon’s genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them. ��
And yes, by the way, i DO have a Rick & Morty tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid ��
So true.
https://streamable.com/7s8q3
It's Complicated
Review by watchman(Posted on December 9, 2015)
Beautiful Watch. Great complications. Came in the mail quickly and securely. Every time I look at it, I quote the phrase from Love Actually: "Life is full of interruptions and complications" in a Brazilian accent. Again, beautiful watch.
Trump?
The experience and emotions tied to listening to Kid A are like witnessing the stillborn birth of a child while simultaneously having the opportunity to see her play in the afterlife on Imax.
We've all seen what happens when you have two similar "crews" trying to claim the same piece of turf. Especially online turf. When 40oz Crew member Quagz420 (who didn't even make drinking videos) came across a video of BDU member BlackMetalTroy322 drinking a 40 with his black metal face paint on, he posted it on the 40oz Crew forum with a "thumbs down" emoji. A BDU member who was lurking on the 40oz Crew forum saw this, made a video calling out the 40oz Crew, and all hell soon broke lose. Crew members from each faction were soon making videos towards the other, making fun of each other, and trolling each other. This continued for a long time until things escalated to the point where some 40oz Crew members tried calling and harassing a BDU member, which led to BDU members calling and harassing 40oz Crew family members. Once internet trolling reaches "real life", that's when it's officially no fun for anyone anymore. This all led to the majority of 40oz Crew members wanting absolutely nothing to do with YouTube anymore, a feeling which several years later still exists to this day. Similarly, the BDU decided to move their "online drinking" to a more private venue as well, and started drinking together on webcam via ooVoo.
Fast forward many years later, in the ultimate irony, Quagz420 and BlackMetalTroy322, the 2 people who inadvertently sparked a 40oz Crew/BDU war, met each other and drank 40s together at the 10th annual 40oz Crew Meeting of the Minds.
Thought that was going to be Tahoe-related
10th annual 40oz Crew Meeting of the Minds.
This. So many Juggalos there.Quote:
Originally Posted by mibuzzboard
There are two people with one soul. This soul is divided, as it were, between them. I don't know about all that equal portion bullshit, and exactly how the metrics of it shake out, but it's a shared soul, a shared spirit, and it sustains both parties. What one feels, the other embraces. When one is hurt, the other picks them up. It's like a small spiritual ecosystem drifting back and forth between the two of them.
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When I was fifteen, I went to the Sonoran Desert. South of Needles, right around Lake Havasu City. I'd just left the Strip and its glittering falseness in the rearview, purple lights in streaks along the highway for miles behind me. Not that you can see it through the mountains, but you can still feel it.
We settled on a ridge overlooking the interstate. The road was dirt, and it wound up the side of the mountain in a snakelike formation which presented an inherent peril to any vehicle trying to climb it. I thought I was in love with a girl back at home, and I guess I didn't care too much about what I was seeing. I'd been trying to get in touch with her all day, but it's hard to find service in that part of the world, and my father was none too happy about me being on my phone during our family vacation. He got pretty upset about it outside an In n' Out earlier in the day. There was a sense of drifting going on with me, then. I felt cast away into the vastness of that barren place, taken from the places and people I loved and transplanted into an alien land. It's hard to explain what it feels like out there. It's not like anywhere else in the world. The land is lonely, and it's profoundly sad.
Watching the cars drift by like ghosts on the highway below us, I felt the cool night breeze in my hair, and I could tell that it had traveled across an immeasurable distance to reach me there. I think that night is the only time I've felt anything close to profound. Watching trains snake their way across the basin in the distance, watching the sun set behind the jagged mesas, watching the lights of the outposts (towns is too grandiose a term) blink on and off underneath you, it provides a certain sense of perspective. I miss it every day.
Back then, I thought the girl I'd left behind in Massachusetts to go kiss the Sonoran sky held the other half of my twain soul. Now, I realize my other half doesn't inhabit a human form at all; it drifts around in the dust of the Arizona platte, in the dry white of the desert stars, in the crevasses of the canyons that cut through the earth like strange, gorgeous wounds. It's in that last place of freedom & openness & purity that's hiding in the American southwest.
Perhaps all of this seems superfluous, but it's also the only way I know how to say that it's also burrowed somewhere deep in 'And Their Refinement of the Decline' by Stars of the Lid.
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See me after class.
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It's 1 A.M. on a Friday here in Reims, France. The temperature is hovering at a steady 18 degrees Celsius (65 degrees Fahrenheit). The night sky is as clear as the water that runs off from the lakes of the Sierra Nevada. Diamond-like red dwarfs scatter the heavens like the freckles on her face. A gentle and omnipotent breeze, reminiscent of the mistral, finds itself caressing my visage. The miracle of manmade sound meets that of the physical attributes of Mother Nature herself. It's been a moment since I last heard and enjoyed a track by the middleman Slav. But I always find myself coming back here, with my imagination letting itself go as I tilt my head back and feel the sounds slowly seep their way into the crevices of my subconscious. Laurence Guy, I'll see you on the other side.
Hardaway, Penny. Reportedly gay, which was why Shaq, that lack-witted chump, demanded to be traded.
Penny Hardagay?
http://web.archive.org/web/200504210...ch/gossip.html
There are a bunch of good pulls from here.
Cruise, Tom. Oh, definitely not a Friend Of Dorothy. Why would you ever think such a thing? No, certainly not. And he definitely doesn't force his gay lovers to sign lengthy non-disclosure contracts before he gets involved with them; that's just a vile, untrue rumor started to bring shame on this quite emphatically heterosexual movie star. Certainly not someone who has and enjoys sex with lots of men. One would never hear Mr. Cruise described as "awkward and inarticulate" when speaking without a script, and certainly never hear him described as "vain, shallow, and pretentious." No, certainly not--the reverse is true of Mr. Cruise! $cientologist. Vain & arrogant. Never graduated from high school. Acted badly towards Nicole Kidman during their break-up, which was caused partially by his insistence on raising the kids $cientologist (she wanted them raised Catholic) and partially because of her pregnancy, which may have been his and may have been Ewan McGregor's. Broke up with Nicole via his representatives. (Cruise, you swine.) Linked with Patricia Arquette, Cher, Penelope Cruz, Rebecca De Mornay, Nelly Furtado, Anthony Hopkins, Nicole Kidman, Heather Locklear, Paul Newman, Lisa Marie Presley, and Mimi Rogers.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Oobir
After concluding another prison term in 1967, Coe embarked on a music career in Nashville, living in a hearse which he parked in front of the Ryman Auditorium.
Matched up with this person on AncestryDNA. Extremely high (1st-2nd cousin) range.Quote:
New to Vegas from Detroit, the versatile and horny Nikki Dickie is here to pleasure herself just for you! She's an exhibitionist, whose cock fell out of her panties hard without even stroking it.
OH COOL, dude's a registered sex offender.
@Hegelbon, aka video game writer and podcaster Trevor Strunk, prefers crab Rangoon to the Holocaust.
Don't we all Mr @Hegelbon. Don't we all.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Oobir
Smack the Like button with your Greasy Chicken Fried Fingers and take a sip of your Cold Beer this Friday Night if you are listening in 2017 and still Love this song, The Meaning behind it, and Love America, Freedom, and Salute those who have given the ultimate sacrifice to make sure we are and always will be free!! ��
LOVE teary-eyed patriotic comments with random capitalization.
Fucking programmed robots man. It's maddening.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mr. Oobir
Awesome job! You can tell the difference between sex toys and dog toys.
Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!
O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.
Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
The drunkest cossack there was probably my ancestor
I did 25 years in prison, serving 4 life sentences, it took me 25 years to convince a Federal Court I was innocent of. What the hell do you know about disappointment and frustration? I did 4 years at Lucasville. You don’t know me.
When Gsmbling is "accessed" via "Gamble Responsibly", that activity is merely trying to "Predict The Future". That of "Insurance".
And don't The "Bigge-Boyz"/Establishment knows it. "Advanced" Economies function via "Taxation & Credit", aka "Robbing Peter To Pay Paul", but when said "advancement" involves Tricks of The Trade like "Daylight-Robbery", and, Mesmerism, A Day Will arrive when Living Within The Means will mean "Taxation & Credit" Running Amok. As it is, "Taxing pension" is running Amok but when "Pensioners" are easily subdued via "Royal Street Parties" and other "Horse-Riding" antics, "Yous Gotttas Ask Yoreself Vun Kuestion", and that is, how long will mesmerising Pensioners last. More so when "Dem NativesOvar thar" are demanding their Fair Share of The Looting NOW !
I think the main reason I don’t like much ‘modern art’ (besides poor aesthetics) is that it’s often so hyper-individualized and solipsistic.
For one, the West hasn’t had a universally pronounced style or taste since Impressionism.There’s no art today, as much as there are ‘arts’, which are heterogeneous, shapeless forms, that share little common features except being united in difference.
For much of modern art, the result is that the viewer is all too often struck with the question of, ‘well what does this mean’ upon viewing it. Contemporary works of art feel like they exist in a vacuum; they doesn’t exist in a tradition but stand against every tradition.
To some extent this can be seen by the increasing difficulty it is to divide art in to analytic categories. And really by the 20th century or so, art classifications become a sort of relativistic discipline. It’s much easier nowadays to speak of modern artists than modern art movements.
And this informs the subject matter of the art itself. Art today often reflects the subjectivity of the artist. It’s indeterminate, personalist, and responsive to the values of creativity and ‘authenticity’. Best exemplifying this trend is the new focus on minimalism and simplicity for an authentic individualized effect. In film this is showcased by Dogme 95, in literature The New Puritans, in music Lo-Fi Indie, etc.
But my gripe is that this art ultimately says little. The last time I was at an art gallery I saw an exhibit that was a collage of pictures of the artists parents and the places that she herself had traveled to in Europe. The only thing that struck me from viewing it was a recollection of the the art critics dialog in 8 ½:
This life is so full of confusion already, that there’s no need to add chaos to chaos…. And you would actually dare leave behind you a whole film, like a cripple who leaves behind his crooked footprint. Such a monstrous presumption to think that others could benefit from the squalid catalogue of your mistakes! And how do you benefit from stringing together the tattered pieces of your life?
If art is to mean something it should express a common humanity, a common connection. That modern art tends to reflect a jumbled cacophony of disparate voices says something about our society at large but I see little value in anti-social art.
solipsistic
I’m 25 years old I’m a mgtow (former incel) and a woman has never even talked to me but I’m a man of god and that’s all that matters
I wonder how someone would turn out if women had literally never talked to them up through adulthood. Would they be able to cope in larger society? Makes you think.
This comes from a place of love, Matt.
This is Matt from the help forum that picked @Other”
I would like you to put [email redacted] in your saved senders folder. I think about you guys sometimes when I am meditating and I worry
Think of me as your fairy ����fudge♀️ godmother if it makes it easier. I know I said I was a doctor before. That’s actually true. It’s just as hard to get into to dental school these days as it is medical. I called my practice Heart of Texas Orthodontics because I have a HUGE heart. Im from a small town in the south
Please make sure to check you junk folder for [email redacted] as well. And do have Bad drop me a line.
I’m not a nut. I really care about you guys like someone who would have killed them selves long ago if they were living today. I’m sorry to be so blunt.
I am not suicidal. I am kind and literally brilliant if we are to believe the cheap tester my father hired. Who knows?! I might be a genius!
Be doing some testing soon. I imagine I’ll get that straightened out.
Meanwhile, there is no time to lose! You don’t live forever!
MILKY MILKY WARM AND TASTY!
MOMMY! MILKY! PLEASE BE HASTY!
REFRESHING DRINK FROM MOMMY'S UDDERS!
I WANT MOMMY'S AND NO OTHER'S!
GIVE IT! GIVE IT! GIVE IT NOW!
GIVE ME MILKY, LAZY SOW!
UNTIL YOU DO I'LL SCREAM I'LL SHOUT!
I'LL CRY I'LL WHINE AND STOMP ABOUT!
UNTIL MY BELLY IS FULL AND HAPPY!
I REFUSE TO TAKE NAPPY!
I'm single and I love to breadcrumb women. I work so much right now I don't really have time to take them all out - but some women are high strung and want you do meet right away or not at all. I get it. (that's also how some women end up with underemployed men or super serial daters but that's another post)
Enter. The Breadcrumb strategy!
The first step in the breadcrumb strategy is to swap out to a phone number or google hangout or other chat system right away.
You can be their crutch if they have a bad day with a few empty platitudes sent their way and even send them critical advice or links or news articles that are their passion.
The next step is to move them to your social media accounts where you look your best. I don't use facebook anymore, but Instagram is great for me since i always take cool photos at interesting places that have them kinda wishing they were there.
This slowly breaks them down and if they don't find someone else and you are ready, they'll rack their brain to create a scenario to get you over. Their barriers they erect with warning flags from serial dating are down.
They already fell in love with you in words (and pictures!) so as long as your physical doesn't turn them off - congrats!
You have breadcrumbed your way to sex!