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You're like voodoo honey
All silver and gold
Why don't you tell me my future?
Why don't I sell you my soul?
So here it comes, the sound of drums
(Here come the drums, here come the drums)
Baby, baby, baby
You are my voodoo child, my voodoo child
Don't say maybe maybe
It's supernatural, I'm comin' undone
You're like voodoo baby
Your kisses are cold
Feel your poison running through me
Let me never grow old
You're like voodoo honey
My pictures you stole
You play me like a puppet
Sticking pins in a doll
So here it comes, the sound of drums
(Here come the drums, here come the drums)
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Either way, I'd hit it. Wtih a fucking sledgehammer.IT TOOK ME FUCKING 100 MINUTES TO FIND THIS STUPID THREAD
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Did you notice the Doctor's expression when he hears the TARDIS aboard the Valliant and exclamates: "Brilliant!"
For a second there, I tought I was seeing Eccleston.
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This collection of declassified analytic monographs and reference aids, designated within the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) Directorate of Intelligence (DI) as the CAESAR, ESAU, and POLO series, highlights the CIA's efforts from the 1950s through the mid-1970s to pursue in-depth research on Soviet and Chinese internal politics and Sino-Soviet relations. The documents reflect the views of seasoned analysts who had followed closely their special areas of research and whose views were shaped in often heated debate. Continuing public interest in the series, as reflected in numerous requests through Freedom of Information and Executive Order channels, led CIA's Office of Information Management Services (IMS) to conduct a search of Directorate of Intelligence record systems for documents in this series and then undertake a declassification review of all the documents we located. The 147 documents in this collection, amounting to over 11,000 pages of analysis, were written between 1953 and 1973. The collection includes a large number of newly declassified monographs as well as some studies that have been previously declassified and released to individual requesters. The continuing sensitivity of some documents in the series required that they be withheld from declassification.
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So, how you been, and when are we going to go out for lunch????
"I'm really wired. What do you say I... take you home and eat your pussy."
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I've been lax this morning because the OS X Intel torrent finally downloaded. I approached my computer with apprehension and palpable turgidity―could this be the fabled x86 OS X ISO? Had I found the Grail of legend, the last disk from which Steve Jobs accessed data before he passed from this world into the darkling plain of the superego?
I cut open a fresh CD-R and my optical drive ejected, its open maw awaiting the sweet release of burning. The CD-R was too small. What magic was this? I opened a window to release the foul vapors that were emanating from the computer, a mix of sulphur and goat-smells that predated man's early walk with the Woz, our Savior, He of the 8-bit Instruction Set. I was turning from a mere mortal to an OSXomancer, a dark priest with control of both the living and the dead. I would walk in a land that for 5 years ran parallel to our own, a land formed by the the wizened crones of Cupertino who every night at midnight burned two copies of each build―one for the humans and one for the gods.
More after the jump.
Burning. I had never felt so much longing. Burning. Verifying. It was verifying. The burner was churning and I prepared to boot my PC. My Mac Mini, faithful to a fault for almost four months, seemed to cringe. It knew that its time was up. This was the end of the road, fair PowerPC-powered friend. The Mini ejected the foul disk and the smell grew stronger. I saw shadows flicker behind the bookshelf and the mouse seemed to be greasier, wet with my anticipatory glee.
Time to press the button.
The PC churned to life. The fans whirred and it was as if my PC was a hovercraft that would take me to a new and beautiful country. There I would frolic with Aqua, Steve would wave to me from the water and beckon me in. He would be standing on the water, I would be in a boat. I would float towards him and he would show me such secrets, such beautiful secrets. They would be more than just Splat-X and Splat-V. They would be more than just "ps -ea." I opened my PC's optical drive. It was time to Switch.
My KVM chirped. Windows 2000 appeared. Out foul beast! Make way for your Master! Make the roads straight and herd the Wild Eep! For He Comes! He Spins Up! No! My optical drive isn't booting first. It's going to the HD, that fetid land of the Accidental OS. Bill Gates never had to fight his way out of a garage, he never had to pick apples to build his first computer, he never had to deal with poorly made PowerPC clones, he never had to think about just the right color for the trash can. Away with thee, Windows 2000. Darken this keyboard no more. A pox on all your business units! The fumes were overpowering.
I switched the BIOS to boot from the optical disk. I restarted. The disk churned and a strange, beautiful light enveloped everything. I almost fell asleep. I could have rested now for eternity. My purpose was complete. I closed my eyes and lay back and let it wash over me. It was a feeling of peace, of joy, of absolute serenity.
The disk was booting!
Seconds passed. Each one was an eon. 1... the paramecium are born in the briny waters of early earth... 2... the dinosaurs roamed among the ferns and the grasping vines... 3... the early mammals skittered under the onslaught of fire... 4... man is here, his first paintings and drawings, the first inklings that he had a kernel, a soul... 5... great philosophers, great thinkers, great authors all appear, warriors take huge tracts of land, monks toil over manuscripts, Bill Carris writes Inside Atari Basic, the Apple II appears, a supernova, and walking towards me on a knife edge of light, this strange being, luminous and thin, the ultimate expression of our evolution, a Debian-powered angel awaiting my orders...
Then the goatse guy appeared. Must have been a hoax. MAC OSX TIGER X86 READ NFO.torrent is a dud. Anyone else have another torrent?
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And I'm pretty sure Catcher in the Rye doesn't make it out of High School except in the shitty colleges.
I seriously feel like punching through a wall. Repeatedly and furiously.
Yet I kept giggling and jumping up and down throughout the entire episode like a rabid school girl. I'm still grinning like hell, being giddy while clutching my fist and repressing my newly found violent tendencies.
Also, the last scene with the Doctor and Martha has made me gay for Tennant.
Also, I fear the internet will drown under the vast amount of slash that was born out of the Master/Doctor scenes after he rejuvenated.
Also, seriously: DBZ POWER LEVITATION?! WHAT THE FUCK! KILL YOURSELF, RTD!
oh god I've never felt so confused about an episode, EVER. I hated it loved it and everything in between.
Skuld = Asuka
Urd = Misato
Belldandy = Rei
It all makes sense now! o_O;
I think the confession of mistakes is really this perverse macho thing where we’re really talking about how powerful we are. Every time I hear about people talking about their patient they’ve killed, I think about how they’re talking about how powerful they really are and how they can kill anyone. It’s a hazing thing that we all have to kill a couple to show off how cool we are. Still, there’s no question I’ve made some unbelievably stupid decisions.
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Trail of Broken Hearts
(Just to be clear, we don't have sex.)
What's your sex life like at home?
Boring!! :) Lights out, on the bed, missionary position! Ahhhhhh, I can relax... At home, I'm not wondering where the camera is all the time, I don't care if my mascara is running, nobody sees if a position makes me look fat, I don't have twenty people standing around, no hot lights, and best of all, I'm comfortable! I don't want to do anything but close my eyes, and simply enjoy the orgasms... It kicks serious BUTT over sex at work. Sex at work is fun 'cause I get to have sex outside of marriage, without getting in trouble. (If my husband's directing, what can he say? Asia, you're having TOO much fun - Cut it out! hahaha!)
Guess which two European languages are actually the same? Spanish and Italian, that's which two! Think I'm lying? Listen for yourself, then apologize...
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Cologne gasped in fright. "No! Not him! May the ancestors protect us!" She
shouted to the table at the far side of the yard. "What are you waiting for?
He's a demon! We've got to send him back to hell!"
A girl with huge braided hoops in her hair jumped into the air, somersaulted
and shouted a transformation phrase. "I hold no enmity against those coerced
into evil... But to those vile beings who toy with the hearts and souls of
men..." She added, "or women." For an instant, her clothes vanished, she
twirled with her arms outstretched and landed wearing a red silk Chinese
style long dress with a ying-yang symbol on her chest. "We, since the time
of Ancient Gods, have been your destroyers. Now, the 108th generation Devil
Hunter, Yohko, is here! Beware!" A long two handed sword appeared out of
nowhere and she stood in a stance, ready to deliver a killing blow on the
foul pervert. "Hiyaa!" She screamed as she brought the blade down to bear.
"P-pretty lady..." Happosai drooled at the moment he got a free show from
the magical transformation. His survival instinct kicked in a moment before
he was about to perform long division in a physical way, courtesy of a
magical devil killing sword. He jumped and latched onto the two great mounds
that called his name from behind the black and white symbol on the girl's
chest. "Hotcha!"
Yohko's hair became undone, popping out of its twin braids and it flowed
down her back in a beautiful style blowing in the breeze. The girl gave out
a primeval scream as the creature from hell touched her in just the wrong
way. "ARGH! Get it off me!" She bashed the little freak with the hilt of her
blade repeatedly, but it had no effect on him. Since that tactic didn't
work, she reversed her sword and jammed the pointed end between herself and
the gnome in an attempt to pry the little monster off. She wiggled her
blade, twisting and turning it to get some sort of leverage, but the little
man was attached to her breasts too tight and wouldn't let go.
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The film was an incredible ordeal, and famously involved moving a 340-ton steamship over a mountain―without the use of special effects
A man who thought the clerk at a fast-food drive-through was rude for not saying "please" and "thank you" punched her in the face, police said. Duane L. Williams, angered by what he felt was the clerk's rudeness, walked into the store to complain just before 8 p.m. Wednesday, Penn Hills police Chief Howard Burton said Friday.
Before the manager could meet with Williams, he walked back outside, pushed open the drive-through window and punched the 19-year-old woman in the face.
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>>68 reads like Curse of the Fanboys, but it's not in there. Where's it from?
selfishly wishing that I was with you
Since January 25, 2007, Google claims to have altered its algorithms to reduce the effect of googlebombing. This change has removed both the 'miserable failure' and 'waffle' googlebombs from the front page as well as many others. Following this change, the first page of Google search results for 'miserable failure' is almost entirely occupied by articles about the googlebomb. Some believe this to be less about changing the algorithms and more about removing specific instances; typing 'French Military Victories' and hitting the 'I'm Feeling Lucky' button will still lead you to to the "Did you mean: French Military Defeats" site.
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When swimming naked, make sure to avoid waters that contain flesh-eating fish. No one looks sexy without skin.
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2007年 05月 22日
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カラーを描きながらもチョコチョコと…仕事進んでませんな。
ゴチャゴチャ装備品をひっつけて、らしくする。一見回転しそうな砲塔は固定式って言う設定。サイドスカートはじゃまくさいので、取り払った。意外と強そうだ。 昔セクサロイドって漫画で、シルエットだけだけど、こんな感じの戦車が出てきてたな。日本軍の戦車だけど、女だけの搭乗員だったんで、ボカスカに負けていたが。
上の自走砲に砲塔を持って行かれたんで、何故か砲身と砲架のみ残っていた英軍の２５ポンド砲を組み込んで、不細工な車輌に生まれ変わる。２５ポンド砲は対戦車能力もあるから、立派なタンクキラーだ。
チャーチル戦車は、車幅を広げる行程中。何かもう少し上手くやる方法もあるんだろうけど、こちとら素人なんで、殆ど力業だ。
今日のお買い物：かすたまＰ 惣流・アスカ・ラングレー ＆綾波レイ
プラグスーツとしてはゲテモノの類になっちゃうんだろうけど…しかし見本とは表情とかかなり違うなぁ。後アスカのスーツの色も。かなり自由にポージング出来るってあるけど、怖くて、あんまし動きのあるポーズ出来ないよ。無理したら壊れそう。
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NO PUSSY IS MORE EXCITING THAN YOUR PUSSY <3
It was actually an obscure Flaming Carrot reference, but it's not like there was any chance of anyone getting it. : )
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practically every modern president ever has pardoned people who did worse*COUGH
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IT'S FUCKING GARBAGE DAY!
HERO CABBIE: I KICKED BURNING TERRORIST SO HARD IN BALLS THAT I TORE A TENDON
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That's it, pool's closed.
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Them some hot motherfuckers out there. I got it lucky. I lost a toe last winter to the frost but I ain't out there baking my brain. Hotter than a long tailed cat in a room full of burning rocking chairs. Fuck that shit with a capital F.
Texans got a word for that heat. Call it nutsack sweat. You get so hot you can feel your balls start to get all squishy in your pants. That's a bad feeling. I can still remember the first time I saw a gray hair on my balls. Felt like the goddamn world was coming to an end. Getting old just as bad as having sweaty balls. I had to go into Juarez and spend 4 bucks getting my manhood sucked back to life by a whore named Lucille. Getting old costs money.
I bet Lucille is still out there, probably sweating on somebody else's balls. Mexican whores just don't know no better.
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I can't speak for everybody but I own successful companies that are successful because of what they do and how they help other people. In my spare time, I personally play 10 accounts. I see absolutely nothing wrong with that and is about as "normal" as you can get in a world where normal ebbs and flows enough as it is.
After doing acid for 6 times or so, I was really tired of having these great revelations and dialogues with the divine, and then having those memories evaporate once I came down. So the seventh trip, I took a notebook along. And I had the usual sort of visions and deep conversations with God and I wrote them all down and drew an illustration of what I saw. When sober, I went back to take a look at the great wisdom I had accumulated. There on the notebook page was a drawing of a man in a dark suit, with an onion for a head, a big grin and only one eye. The text said, over and over again, "The Onion Man is coming! He's going to eat you! Must Hide!"
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Boulders collided, the earth below collapsed, and rocks whizzed by like whispering death threats. This was all the work of the young 15 year old Titan, Terra. With goggles covering her eyes, and gloves protecting thin hands, the female was very powerful. She could do anything with the dirt below your feet, helping the town heroes destroy the villains. Until that one day she admitted something.
She believed, and told herself repeatedly, that she could trust her new friend Beast boy. Trust him enough that she could tell him the one secret the other Titans could never know about…That she couldn't control her gift. Things went well, and she believed her secret would be well kept with the shape shifter…But she was wrong. He had told, and by him betraying her, she betrayed them right back. Terra fled away from the Tower, hoping to find a better place that her gifts would be accepted…and she found that new home with Slade. Slade made Terra believe he would help her control this gift, if she did one little thing for him… Go back to the Tower and find out a few things. Very simple, very easy. But how things would turn from bad to worse like that…
Of course, being the dimwits they were, the Titans took her back, and she got all their faults with ease. Every one of them had a flaw, and she found them out within the first week. The following week was when she hacked at the security on the Tower, easily finding out the p-words and keys for it. Terra reported everything back to Slade each day, but each day the Titans grew more and more suspicious…Finally, the day came. They found out, and once again she fled, leaving a broken heart behind in BB's hand.
After many weeks of hard training, Slade thought Terra was ready to fight…So in came the Titans. In the midst of this battle, Terra realized that she had only betrayed herself. Slade was a fake, and she needed to help the Titans in any way she could. And when she chance came up she took it without hesitation. By stopping the Volcano, she froze her life in a hard encasing of stone. The Titans immidiatly began to try and find cures to free their team mate, but to no avail. Until one day, they found out Terra was free. Terra was now attending a high school, living a normal life. Beast boy, of course, was the first to race off to find her. And when he did it wasn't a happy reunion like he had planned…Terra remembered nothing. She didn't even believe she had powers. The Titans confronted Slade, but he said that there was no way to help. Beast boy tried every thing, even throwing dirt in her face to see if she would stop it like she always had before…But still there was no response. Beast boy wouldn't give up, and he would help his friend until he finally got her to remember the great life she use to have.
So that's where our story begins…Terra, now back at the Tower, is out in the training field, ordered to focus on the rocks on earth around her. 'Try to make them move, try to get them to even shuffle…' she thought, her blue eyes closing as she concentrated. The wind picked up, her blonde hair flailing around her. 'Concentrate…Concentrate…' she thought, squinting her eyes. They quickly opened again though, a frown on her face. "Beast boy, I can't do it!"
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I is a squid. Fuck you.
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"God Moaning. The resist-once have accqo-aired a bum. They are going to ex-plod the whaleway brodge. "
is this why some (if not all) women and whores who have a thing for Blowjobs are pretty!?
m kind of progressing learning hiragana, I can read that first line but don't understand it.
"Mitsu! Mitsu! Mirakuri! Mitsukurunrun!!"
What does it mean?
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Yes, but consider that GL 15 had over 22000 frames of animation, whereas an important episode in your normal series has around 12000.
I think it still equates to GL's being superior even against a 52 episode animu because even by normal standards it is so infinitely superior.
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slalom etymology
[Norwegian slalåm : slad, sloping + låm, path.]
thewe is a samba playing on the sambrero aaaaaaandall i wannan do is
dancedancedance
i ave left my backpack on th ebus and must go back to get it but the
rivber is full of fire and ssolder it is veyr emportant though
charlie told me that theres my ZENon the pack so i have to get it
beforte the buus sinks
brian i have never told you this before but cromwell is a very
important man and his head is buriead in cambridge but only 3 peopel
know where it is ok so you have to find it before morning or else it
will be unearthed and i cant have that happen or else it will chew
everything and break the walls and i cant sleep with her then i have
to find a profylaptic - therees something happen and if it
goes wrong i will have a baby
tglark mark straks pick oppen
there is a sound playing and i think policeor thje raidio speaker ahs
to go up sometime
briam YOU HAVE TO FIND THE HED+AS BEFORE MORNING OR tHE sUN Willn't
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ican feel the msuic in my SouL BRIAN SO IS HUNTER AND JUSTIN AND
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You guys don't even know. At my school there used to be plastic knife fighting gangs. There were tons of different gangs, people got jumped, people got way worse than just cuts. There were no rules. There was this one gang who used pens. They were the kids who sat on the heater by the window. They were called the heat. Eventually, the school stopped putting out knives at lunch.
No white man has the right to feel unhappy.
And then the kicker: I looked down at my package and noticed "Little Khalid" was AWOL. As they were loading me into the the police wagon I glanced back over my shoulder and saw what was was left of him charbroiling on the sidewalk. Then one of the bomb sniffing dogs gobbled him down like a snausage. A fat lot of good those 72 virgin are going to me now.
This is such a passionate story of love and friendship, i even lost my erection around part 3!
Conversations would never be interesting if everybody completely agreed with each other.
Molecularly speaking, water is actually much drier than sand.
Teenagers can be very cruel sometimes. I remember how me and my friends would wait by the bathroom, and call little Eddy Dreskin "homo" and "fag" because he was small and didn't dress well. Then, still chuckling, we would all walk into the bathroom and ream each other's assholes with our penises. And neve
