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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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The spoken-word section of the song includes the lines "Father/ Yes son?/ I want to kill you/ Mother, I want to...fuck you," (with the last two words screamed unintelligibly). This is often considered a reference to Sophocles' Oedipus the King
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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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It allows WinAMP to play Genesis GYM.
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 never once did the irony of it all occur to us, that we too weren't all that fashionable in our choice of clothing and clothing accessories. Ah, to be so naive again.
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Illegal things are exciting too.
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Hello sirs I just made some AA food! It is pretty easy I just print and cut out mitten clip art and carved it into an omelete. Then I punctured a hole in a plastic bag and used it to squirt out the ketchup. Please enjoy this AA egg.
So, wanna come over to my house and have raging hot sex tomorrow? Besides our photoshoot.
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The story is about a boy who lives in a cupboard (i.e. "in the closet"). His Aunt and Uncle are ashamed of him because his parents were quite eccentric (i.e. "flaming") and they are deeply concerned and afraid that he will turn out just like them. On his 11th birthday (i.e. roughly at the onset of puberty), the boy discovers that he is actually a "wizard", different in both style and substance from normal people, or "muggles" (i.e. "breeders"). The boy is groomed into his new existence by a large, hairy bear of a man who shows Harry a hidden underground community of "wizards" living right under the noses of the general population (i.e. the gay subculture). Harry's first trip to this subculture involves traveling through "Diagon Alley", a play on the word diagonally (i.e. not straight).
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I am jealous of the first word in this sentence.
As with nearly any substance, it is possible for people to be allergic to semen. This condition, referred to as human seminal plasma hypersensitivity, is estimated to affect 5% of women. Since semen naturally occurs in the male body, it is quite rare for men to suffer from this condition, though there are reported cases of patients receiving reverse vasectomy operations who have later developed allergies to their own seminal fluids.
It was slightly disgusting to see someone actually say something like that.
When you turn 18, get me an early present.
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you aren't curious as to what I'm talking about?
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Evo has the ability to transform into humanoid versions of a bat (similar to Man-Bat), a wolf (similar to a Werewolf), or an amphibian of some kind. In these transformed states he is also able to take on the trait's of these animals, such as flight and enhanced smell.
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A Story About ‘Magic'
Some years ago, I (GLS) was snooping around in the cabinets that housed the MIT AI Lab's PDP-10, and noticed a little switch glued to the frame of one cabinet. It was obviously a homebrew job, added by one of the lab's hardware hackers (no one knows who).
You don't touch an unknown switch on a computer without knowing what it does, because you might crash the computer. The switch was labeled in a most unhelpful way. It had two positions, and scrawled in pencil on the metal switch body were the words ‘magic' and ‘more magic'. The switch was in the ‘more magic' position.
I called another hacker over to look at it. He had never seen the switch before either. Closer examination revealed that the switch had only one wire running to it! The other end of the wire did disappear into the maze of wires inside the computer, but it's a basic fact of electricity that a switch can't do anything unless there are two wires connected to it. This switch had a wire connected on one side and no wire on its other side.
It was clear that this switch was someone's idea of a silly joke. Convinced by our reasoning that the switch was inoperative, we flipped it. The computer instantly crashed.
Imagine our utter astonishment. We wrote it off as coincidence, but nevertheless restored the switch to the ‘more magic’ position before reviving the computer.
A year later, I told this story to yet another hacker, David Moon as I recall. He clearly doubted my sanity, or suspected me of a supernatural belief in the power of this switch, or perhaps thought I was fooling him with a bogus saga. To prove it to him, I showed him the very switch, still glued to the cabinet frame with only one wire connected to it, still in the ‘more magic’ position. We scrutinized the switch and its lone connection, and found that the other end of the wire, though connected to the computer wiring, was connected to a ground pin. That clearly made the switch doubly useless: not only was it electrically nonoperative, but it was connected to a place that couldn't affect anything anyway. So we flipped the switch.
The computer promptly crashed.
This time we ran for Richard Greenblatt, a long-time MIT hacker, who was close at hand. He had never noticed the switch before, either. He inspected it, concluded it was useless, got some diagonal cutters and diked it out. We then revived the computer and it has run fine ever since.
We still don't know how the switch crashed the machine. There is a theory that some circuit near the ground pin was marginal, and flipping the switch changed the electrical capacitance enough to upset the circuit as millionth-of-a-second pulses went through it. But we'll never know for sure; all we can really say is that the switch was magic.
I still have that switch in my basement. Maybe I'm silly, but I usually keep it set on ‘more magic’.
1994: Another explanation of this story has since been offered. Note that the switch body was metal. Suppose that the non-connected side of the switch was connected to the switch body (usually the body is connected to a separate earth lug, but there are exceptions). The body is connected to the computer case, which is, presumably, grounded. Now the circuit ground within the machine isn't necessarily at the same potential as the case ground, so flipping the switch connected the circuit ground to the case ground, causing a voltage drop/jump which reset the machine. This was probably discovered by someone who found out the hard way that there was a potential difference between the two, and who then wired in the switch as a joke.
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