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Moral relativism is easier if your relatives are immoral.
18:26 < dynv> Has anybody heard the one about the cock and the wig??
18:26 < Carlemot> I have not
18:26 < dynv> Well
18:27 < dynv> They say if you see a cock that looks like John Lennon then you
are blessed, but if you see a cock with a powdered wig you will
go to heaven.18:28 < dynv> Cockfried Leibniz wrote that somewhere
18:30 < dynv> Speaking of gay philosophers, Rene Dickartes was quite prolific.
He was responsible for analytic masturbation, you know.18:31 < dynv> So basically if you have a set like this: (hand, cock) or (h, c)
for short, you can reach any degree of pleasure with the right
sexual function of h. 18:33 < dynv> Like, 2h means stroking twice as fast. h^2 would be twice as hard
(because pleasure is proportional to speed of masturbation)18:34 < liquid> ah, but it was John Penis Sarte who reached the fullest high of
genitoligcal logic18:34 < liquid> he replaced Dickartes "i masturbate therfore i am"
18:34 < dynv> I'm taking that class next year. What's it like?
18:34 < liquid> with the more encompusing "to masturbate is to create the
universe"ありふれた
"c:\DCPlusPlus-0.770\Downloads\History - The Universe - 102 - Mars The Red Planet.avi"
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|♪ Got your Merry Christmas between my legs...
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>> TFM = [1,1,0; 1,cos(-0.4*pi),sin(-0.4*pi); 1,cos(-0.8*pi),sin(-0.8*pi); 1,cos(-1.2*pi),sin(-1.2*pi); 1,cos(-1.6*pi), sin(-1.6*pi)] * [0.982,j*0.164; 0.419,j*0.828; j*0.385,0.763] * [0.5,0.5; 0.5,-0.5]
TFM =
0.70050000000000 + 0.49600000000000i 0.70050000000000 - 0.49600000000000i
0.19291099935495 + 0.02685465628441i 0.91856712128815 - 0.39301141505805i
0.09727086592887 - 0.36608169673753i 0.54575101342803 + 0.13978437460493i
0.54575101342803 - 0.13978437460493i 0.09727086592887 + 0.36608169673753i
0.91856712128815 + 0.39301141505805i 0.19291099935495 - 0.02685465628441i
>> format short
>> TFM
TFM =
0.7005 + 0.4960i 0.7005 - 0.4960i
0.1929 + 0.0269i 0.9186 - 0.3930i
0.0973 - 0.3661i 0.5458 + 0.1398i
0.5458 - 0.1398i 0.0973 + 0.3661i
0.9186 + 0.3930i 0.1929 - 0.0269i
>> abs(TFM)
ans =
0.8583 0.8583
0.1948 0.9991
0.3788 0.5634
0.5634 0.3788
0.9991 0.1948>> angle(TFM)
ans =
0.6161 -0.6161
0.1383 -0.4043 -1.3111 0.2507
-0.2507 1.3111
0.4043 -0.1383>> angle(TFM)/pi*180
ans =
35.3010 -35.3010
7.9251 -23.1638 -75.1199 14.3664
-14.3664 75.1199
23.1638 -7.9251
>>
( ﾟ ｰﾟ) 4-ch: the great taste that's never gonna fill you up, never gonna let you down.
a) MUSIC IS CANDY YOU THROE AWAY THE RAPPERS LOL
shitaisan
look at the tiny toilet for a little, tiny baby to-" -toilet shoots water- "Ah! CURSE YOU, TINY TOILET!"
The shadow of earth
Can't block the cosmic radiation
White pixels
Shimmering as dying stars
Like thin smoke
Trailing through memory of someone still alive
Even now
White does not equal death
what christmas is all about charlie brown
I'm nibbling on a gingerbread mitten, and I thought of you. How are you feeling today?
>In China
>go clubbing with Chinese girlfriend
>she says "I wanna see you pick up girls"
>Walk around dancing like a loon
>Have a line of Chinese girls grinding me
>Vampire faggot tries to intrude on my harem
>Laugh in his face, then watch him get rejected by a dozen others
>Get a few more numbers
>Leave at 5AM smiling
>"Well, I picked up a few girls. One left."
>Press her overhead, then carry her on my back to subway.
>Go to Christmas Mass smelling of pussy.
ASCETIC AS FUCK.
If I cut you, you'd bleed syrup.
Jesus is about a high profile assassin who plans to fake his own death, laying low from all the mafia's hitman and the FBI that is after him. He plans to live out the rest of his life by using the money he got from the drug smuggling he stole from the mafia gangs-one of the reason he got chased. Somehow, his plan fails and he couldn't get those drugs his old time friend hid for him because it somehow got concealed in a school's wall, with a super strength blackboard on top of it.
Kind regards,
Jamal Tyrone Shaniqua Latifa Jackson III
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The next step for luffy is to use third gear on his whole body and become a giant black man.
Dude, psych experiments? Free cash! Those would be so cool to, to be able to read peoples mind and shoot mindbullets and everything!
She was pregnant, driven from home, and reduced to being a prostitute and beggar, rotten flesh despised by everyone. Before that she was quite pretty and could have married an honest farmer, had a normal married life, a home to keep out the wind and rain, given birth to sons and daughters, and at death a coffin.He wouldn't have been thinking all this, he would only have been thinking of himself.But her eyes stare unrelentingly at him
The eyes of the Goddess Tianluo.
The eyes of the mute girl who couldn't talk.
Her eyes full of terror as he raped her?
Eyes full of revenge!
Eyes full of pleading.
She couldn't plead, she wept and tore at her own hair.
She was stupefied, dazed...
No, she called out-
But no-one could understand her yi-yi ya-ya , they all laughed at her. He mingled with the crowd and also laughed.Of course!Of course at the time he knew no fear and he was even quite proud of himself, he didn't think he could be tracked down.Fate would avenge her!She was pregnant, driven from home, and reduced to being a prostitute and beggar, rotten flesh despised by everyone. Before that she was quite pretty and could have married an honest farmer, had a normal married life, a home to keep out the wind and rain, given birth to sons and daughters, and at death a coffin.
He wouldn't have been thinking all this, he would only have been thinking of himself.
But her eyes stare unrelentingly at him
The eyes of the Goddess Tianluo.
The eyes of the mute girl who couldn't talk.
Her eyes full of terror as he raped her?
Eyes full of revenge!
Eyes full of pleading.
She couldn't plead, she wept and tore at her own hair.
She was stupefied, dazed...
No, she called out-But no-one could understand her yi-yi ya-ya , they all laughed at her. He mingled with the crowd and also laughed.
Of course!Of course at the time he knew no fear and he was even quite proud of himself, he didn't think he could be tracked down.
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>>783 this was awesome when I tuned in, I was getting big ups from the djs haha. Thanks for sharing!
The Clitoris (rhymes with Deloris, and Lavoris)- also known as the man in the boat, the clit, the love button, the budgie's tongue and the magic button that will open her thighs. This is where you'll be expected to spend a significant part of the night, so bring ideas for killing time. One way is to try and guess the different smells. One might be her laundry detergent, another last night's dinner. Some women like humming at this point - and I hum "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" and refer to it as the seventh inning stretch. I understand some women will actually orgasm upon clitoral contact. Please confirm in an email if this should happen to you.
Translation: I'm smug to the point of being insufferable, and can't stand to see that people enjoy a game that I dislike. Therefor, I have to vent my frustration on the internet, while making vain attempts to assert my superiority over people I don't know. However, as people do not seem to accept that I am the second coming of God, I have to use increasingly offensive language, and lord my proficiency at video games over them to get my point across.
Viptronic magic trick: chic kick, sick drumstick, harmonic mosaic, cryptic lyric, artistic electrostatic, erratic logic, bombastic aesthetic, nihilistic panic.
>>Viptronic
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Also, I have an idea:
KENDER RAPIST.quote:
That's so terrible to imagine that it does a 180 and becomes awesome. I'm picturing the little fucker from those Leprechaun movies.AUTISM
Crime, travel, communication, entertainment
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funnily enough I did something like this once... on the benches down at the riverside near the railway bridge, I wrote "You're sitting where I died" on the stone beside me, then a week later I was sitting on a bench the other side of the pair, and a family with two kids came along, and one of the wee boys pointed and said "dad look" and the parents read it, and they seemed scared and were like "come on kids let's keep going". I wonder if that left an impression on them
If you think a good attitude on our website, please tell a friend.
If you think a bad attitude on our website, please tell ten friends.
Denial! The most obvious of giveaways!
"Oh Lassie, you bad, bad penis! How could you?"
Lassie cowers in the dead policeman's pant leg, shy, afraid. Ashamed.
"Lassie! You can't kill policemen! You can't eat people! You're for sex, Lassie! For human pleasure!"
Lassie slithers out of the pant legs, head hung low, whimpering like a pup. Lassie is sorry.
Now when I see people online bragging about how long they were able to live as a hiki, I just ask why ? Is rotting away at home for a certain number of months or years really something to be proud of? It’s like saying you’re better than someone because you spent more time than them in solitary confinement. I guess I’ll never understand people that voluntarily live as hikikomori. The ones that are mentally ill though or feel they have no other choice really need help, and I hope they get it.
Like when you breathe in when you're swimming or when a ballon is inflated and rises to the surface.
Forecast in chrome and plastic, tyrants breathing out oil, slavery, planet hunger versions of Jackie-O. Sherry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight. And the stars whisper like old blood at the edges of the body of night. She stood with one hand on the phone for four hours, poised as only a few seconds had passed. I watched her through the crack between the shade and the sill. She waited for a forecast in human trembling, together with other important women. Come, come, come out tonight. The world suff ers for her. The clock hurries like a terrified animal and stops, dribbling saliva. She is eating chicken pie and bubble gum. For a month the Luftewaffe lived on raisins, same with the French after the war. Jackie-O recieved fresh oranges from John Kennedy. Silly girl! She can not put down the telephone reciever. She is waiting to recieve my body of work. She wants to take it into her ear. A modeled flush builds under her cheeks. She eats Christmas candy while she waits. The telephone rings and rings. I am not at home. I am with Jackie-O. We are eating oranges from the President. We are alone on the roof of a Park Avenue penthouse. Picture of Marylin Monroe in my back pocket, molded by heat and sweat to the shape of my buttocks. You are gripping the phone, smiling, eating candy, crying, "I am with the important women now." I am secretly an important man. Hang up the phone, I can't dance with you anymore. Go to your freezer and get a popsicle. Go to your TV. Turn on your TV. You will see me and Jackie-O. Sh e will be taking it in the ear, my body of work. In the planetarium, you will recieve a forecast: I will always be more important than you. You will never be important enough. You will never be on the repent end of slavery, never be the one to wield hunger against humanity. Heaven will never be an extension of your body. Your body will always belong to someone else. The picture of Marylin Monroe flutters across the roof, steaming, shaped like me, shaped like my ass. The sky is filled with oranges during t he war. We eat them. The President is alone in a room. He is unimportant. As we eat his oranges the sky grows blacker. The moon ripens and turns red. It rots and is swallowed by the darkness. You are still by the phone. It is ringing and ringing, dead. Sh erry, Sherry baby, won't you come out tonight. It is completely dark. The earth freezes. You put down the reciever and go to the window. Come, come, come out tonight.
There is something a mile away and I am smelling it.
I love this song, makes me cry, and i remember when i play gta sa, and when i drive a vechicle it makes me cry..
It's running out of you. Well you better go catch it, hahahaha.
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For sale: used baby shoes, possible cum stains.
I was ... worried that the footage might in some way damage my computer, which I turned off, then unplugged, then covered with a cloth.
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"Szólít az ég; és ha nem pusztítjuk el magunkat, egy nap útra kelünk a csillagok felé."
BY THE TIME YOU RELEASED THE PEN IT WOULD HAVE ALREADY DECIDED TO FLOAT AWAY
DUE ITS ENTANGLED COUSIN FIFTEEN-HUNDRED PARALLEL UNIVERSES OVER ENTERING A SINGULARITY
NOT EVEN THE RUSSIANS HAVE A SOLUTION TO THIS ONE
# Crown Prosecution Service
No thighs, no midriffs.
better grip strength= better life
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"First things first, why would you be bothered with freeing me, or even helping me at all?" Lilith asked, eyes narrowed. Nobody made a deal like that, outside of stories that mothers told to their young. "What's in it for you?"
The man laughed, waving the question away with his hand. "You really are an idiot, aren't you? Is it so suspicious for an honest man to aid someone in need?"
"No, no really," Lilith responded, choosing her words. "Unless, of course, the person in need has been tied up and branded a criminal. It's kinda weird, not to mention illegal, for people to just randomly free criminals, you know. And, Alexei or no, I openly admit to thievery. That girl just beat me senseless for it." She narrowed her eyes, unable to express her suspicion further.
"Questioning your savior... Leave it to a thief to be suspicious of a simple kindness." He shook his head, smiling.
"If you're so honest, then tell me what's in it for you."
"You're an impertinent little witch, aren't you?" he asked, an edge of warning in his tone. "I can free you now, or you can rot until some other deity comes looking for revenge. Or worse..." His smile turned into a definitely wicked grin. "An unmarked, godless young mage -and yes, I can tell you're a mage by your mannerisms- is quite a rarity. All you really are is a potential disciple, in the eyes of the local gods. So, I advise that you take my offer while it is still available. I give you one more chance."
"Who are you, and what do you want with me?" Lilith pressed, unwilling to let the matter die. "That's all I want to know. Stop dodging my question."
"Enough!" The scholar shouted, his eyes boring holes into Lilith. "I can kill you where you stand," he growled, "and I choose to aid you instead. You simply need to accept my offer, and you will be free."
"If you're going to lie to a thief," Lilith smirked, "at least do it properly. After all- OOMPH."
Before she could finish, her words got caught in her throat, blocked by some invisible force. "What's the matter?" the scholar taunted. "If you're going to insult a greater being, at least have the power to match. In any case, I have no time to waste on a fool. So long, I'll be sure to get a good view of your execution." He raised his hands to cast another spell, thought better of it, and walked away.
If Lilith could have screamed, sighed, sworn, laughed, or any combination of the four, she would have. Instead, she remained immobilized and silenced, her mood darkening with every second. With nothing better to do, she watched the hustle and bustle of those around her. Eventually, as the day turned to night, she fell asleep from boredom.
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A few hours after she had fallen asleep, Lilith, who had been mostly ignored by the townspeople, was once again awoken by voices.
"Wow, Lex, you really did a number on her..." The voice was relaxed, but authoritative. The speaker was clearly used to giving commands rather than explanations.
"Wasn't me, I just left her here. Though Ellen was walking towards her when I left, so she's probably to blame." The tone was casual, yet deferential. Obviously, either a servant, or two close friends. Lilith kept her eyes closed, wishing that the pair would just leave her alone.
"You're a fuckin' faggot," says Hoover.
"I know, I know," breathes Nixon. He's on his knees, stripped to those old style of boxers that look like they're make of paper, that crinkle constantly but show no obvious shapes, pure white. Grey argyle socks and black garters, pale flabby, hairy body on display, lipstick on his chest: Faggot.
"So homos brought about the end of Rome, huh?" Hoover looks down his nose, lips curled, half smile and half snarl. He's fully dressed; suit, tie, shoes shining (a gob of saliva hides on the inner side of the right one).
"Yeah, yeah."
"So you wanna destroy these United States the same way?"
Nixon fumbles around his own crotch, trying not to touch his throbbing, five and a half inch erection. He knows he's forbidden. "No, no. No, those hippies, they want... they want to glorify it...."
"And we can't have that, right?"
"Right. Gotta keep it... gotta... faggots... I understand."
Hoover unzips his pants. Nixon's tongue darts briefly onto his lips and retreats; his eyes fix onto Hoover's crotch.
"You want this?"
"Yes." He breathes heavier. Hoover spits on his face.
"Fucking faggot. That's what you are, right?"
"Right... right. Filthy goddamn faggot."
"You want my cock?" He smiles, slides his hand into his pants, showing the outline of his circumcized member against his pants.
"I want it."
Hoover looks him straight in the eyes. Waits.
"I... please. Please."
He removes his penis. "Open."
Nixon spreads his mouth in an awkward oval, showing his fillings. Hoover begins to urinate.
He can't hold back anymore. While his mouth fills with hot bitter nectar he strokes his cock to a quick orgasm.
"Blame? I don't think you can blame someone for righteous fury. Knowing Ellen, this girl is lucky that she still has all of her limbs. A good thing, I guess. You said she uses Lunar magic, Lex?"
"Just two spells, both of which are common for any thief worth their salt. What surprised me was... Well, she really doesn't look like a thief, much less a thief that could cast like that. Then again, I only met her on the road, so it's also possible that she's the kind of mage who just attacks travelers at random."
"Either way..." The commanding person stopped, pausing for a moment. "We know you're awake, you know. You can open your eyes now."
"Go away..." Lilith thought, not moving an inch. "Let them go away..."
"Huh, that typically works. She might actually be asleep..." Her words trailed off, before she continued in a mischievous tone, "Hey, Saki. Can I wake her up?"
"Sure, sure..." Saki yawned, prodding Lilith with her foot, "Just don't kill her. I suggest cooking her legs off with a fireball."
"Good idea!" the servant responded, with unnerving enthusiasm. "Alright then... Alexei's-"
Lilith's eyes flew open, as she began shaking her head as hard as she could. She tried to scream for them to stop, but found that the silencing spell was still in effect.
"Good morning!" Saki greeted, as a shadow fell over Lilith. "Well, I suppose it's evening now. Either way, it'll be good. For both of us, if you'll listen to me." Laughing, "Not that you have a choice, I see. Sorry about that, by the way." Lilith clenched her jaw, as she strained her entire being in an effort to break free of the spells, to at least get a look at who was behind her.
"Okay, tell you what. Alexei'll remove her spell, as an act of good faith. But you have to promise not to try and kill us, okay?" Her tone was light and breezy, causing Lilith's mind to conjure up an image of some ditzy witch in a cliched black outfit.
"Oh, um..." Saki looked for her train of thought, "If you understand, then nod your head. If you can't nod your head, then... Uhh..." The shadow moved out of sight, and vanished. A moment later, Saki stood in front of Lilith, kneeling down to an uncomfortable distance away from her face. "Just... umm... Blink your eyes, okay?"
As horrifically awkward as the situation was, Lilith couldn't help but be impressed. Saki's face was dominated by a large smile, one of pure happiness, rather than malice or smugness. Above that, both her hair and eyes were a similar shade of light green, just as Alexei's had been. Underneath her hair, Lilith could barely make out a small mark, or tattoo, on Saki's forehead.
"Or study my face, I guess that works too..." Saki mumbled, looking mildly confused. "Anyway, you understand what I'm saying, so I guess that counts for something... Here, as a sign of good faith, I'll do you a favor." Scooting her knees back, Saki brought her right hand to Lilith's throat.
"Goodness..." Saki gasped, her eyes widening. "Who on earth did you anger? This is... Umm... Hey, Lex, come help me out. This is why I keep you around."
"The fact that I do your dirty work is just a fringe benefit, I'm sure..." Alexei retorted, stepping over to Saki. Taking a deep breath, she further added to Lilith's discomfort by adding her hand to Lilith's throat. "Yeah, I think I can manage this. Can you lend me anything?"
"I'm no good with this brand of magic, so I doubt my assistance would be of much help..." Saki scratched her head, "This is Ellen's fault, so it's her problem. Ask her for help. She could use a chance to actually make good on her promises."
"Do I really have to...?" Alexei sighed, "I mean... It's Ellen... Sure, she's useful, but-"
"But what, hmm? Surely, my follower isn't slandering me behind my back, is she?"
"Speak of the devil," Alexei muttered under her breath, taking her hand away from Lilith's throat.
Ellen laughed, "It helps for the Devil to have good hearing. Now, anyway, what do you need?"
>>831 I like this thread because it often conjures up farfetch'd gems, but that was disappointing.
"Medicine became obsolete in the year 2004, when doctors noticed that hiding behind a wall caused human health to regenerate to 100%."
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There is one thing i dont understand about this whole "bomb-planting" scenario. The terrorists allways set the bomb to about 45 seconds and defend it untill it explodes. My question is this: Why not set it to like 15 seconds and then just run your ass off? Why would the terrorists set the bombfuse to such a length that the CT's have time to defuse it?
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Edit: I was on some form of drugs when I wrote this.
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It took me a long time and plenty of subsequent practice to realize -- even just intellectually -- that if I was prepared to espouse some principle, I had best do it because I thought it was fitting or right and not because anyone else either agreed or disagreed. Group-think was not enough. Social nods of assent really didn't matter much. Age had nothing to do with it: I have seen plenty of people in the 40's, 50's, 60's and beyond who were willing to espouse and then relinquish their keenly-held principles, the stuff on which they rested whatever they imagined their integrity to be.
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