My mother wants a specific book for Christmas. It's about local history, so not mass-produced and not on Amazon or any online retailer for that matter. OK. Find the publisher. It's in Quebec and that's really far away from HERE. Weird but whatever. Can you order online? NO. You can e-mail them through a form, though. OK. I e-mail them and expect to get a form I can print out and remit with payment. Weeks pass. Nothing. Today I get the book itself in the mail. I never paid them.
This business model terrifies and confuses me...
>>750
You'd be surprised what you can get for free with an interest in local-ish history. There are lots of old men that care more for telling stories than getting money.
Lately I keep overhearing people talk shit about me behind my back. At least, talking shit about people whose descriptions sound way too similar to mine for me to write it off as a coincidence.
Maybe I'm just getting paranoid, but it's pissing me off.
You know that one guy who posts sometimes here on DQN and is really paranoid? For example, he posted in the post your current thought thread just recently. Yeah, you know who I'm talking about. Anyway, he smells.
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vc:mureable
Earlier today I was looking at the digital time display in a car and I noticed that 17:07 upside down looks like "LOLI". I almost chuckled.
Various side effects may include: nausea, dizziness, visual disturbances, decreased sexual function, a distinct urge to belt out Guile's Theme in a shaky alto while showering, inability to stay seated, intense introspection, sensitivity to light, and a sense of peace and unity with the world.
Excerpts from observations of my housemate's diet, week 171:
>>762 wow a sweetcorn and mayonnaise sandwich sounds awesome!
( ﾟ -ﾟ) Not wearing strawberry earmuffs, pink mittens, and red-white knee-high socks.
>>762 now how are you collecting these data? surreptitious observance? ingredient counting? active request?
What's peculiar is that you equate mallard taste in entertainment, and potential derision from birds who do not share the same seed, with the systematic poaching of avians based on the nest into which they were born. No one has ever been denied feathers, wings, talons, or even a beak due to their fondness for these eggs, while people at this moment suffer from this and more merely because of the color of their plumage, including in societies that have claimed to banish this boogieman. this boogie, boogie, boogie boogiema~an. He'll trade you dimes for nickles, tell you elephants are pickles, that boogie, boogie, boogie, boogie man.
>>767
You know, at first I thought that was some sort of a reference to this:
http://scienceblogs.com/notrocketscience/2009/12/ballistic_penises_and_corkscrew_vaginas_-_the_sexual_battles.php
why do so many girls want to lick my bumhole?
Nil faciet longi mensura incognita nervi.
Though I've stood here before, surrounded by kooks,
It is my Destiny to the the King of Books.
Every time I write something a little thoughtful in the novel thread some shitposter comes along and fucks the story up entirely.
The same happens for every of us, >>773. You just have to cope with it for a little while.
>>773
But that's kind of why I like that thread.
Am I a bad person?
I just told a girl i want her to menstruate all over my body and bed and carpet and she giggled and said that's hot, YISSSSS
my captcha is "shitt" like my post
>>779
But it was brain that was doing the talking, as per this thread's theme!
On a side note my verification is "shat", the past participle of "shit."
shitposter more like shiprosett
more like shiptoaster, hisspotter pisshoster
ross hospital in: legend of the death ship
poop
Sheep mansion. A mansion for sheep.
My tongue doesn't taste like anything
If I make an entertaining shitpost, am I shitposting or not?
Hi, I'm Hank Spam and I sell shitposts and shitpost accessories.
Melba toasts.
I like eggs~
I'm going up the country.
Babe, don't you wanna go?
I'm going up the country.
Babe, don't you wanna go?
I'm going to some place
where I've never been before.
http://postimage.org/image/9lw0420cb/
is this not such a perfect poetic life-affirming image /dqn/
>>794
Goin up country by canned heat, right? I only know that because it was used in a Halo video.
>>793
http://iloveegg.co.kr/eng_index.htm#
Click "English" under song.
Captain's Log, Stardate 65427.3. Skipped lectures and studies finally made my situation unrecoverable. My last hope is to get a job in a short time before I turn into a hikikomori for the last time.
I used to eat party peanuts, but now I prefer dry roasted. I guess I'm just not a party person.
Sage is for jerks
Everything is okay
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Sage is for jerks and for assholes. If you are going to sage because you don't feel that your post is useful or contributing to the thread then don't post at all. Otherwise, cross your fingers, click on "Reply" and hope for the best - just like I did!
You can also add a tripcode to pack a punch.
No knowledge of anything, yet willing to go around and spread the disgusting ugliness that is their existence.
There is a VIP and reddit conspiracy to make visitors of DQN fight among themselves and generally stop having fun.
They pay poor people $0.5 per post to make provocative or offensive posts to influence opinions of general DQN public.
DQN will pay you $0.78 per quality post. Just post your routing number with your post for an instant transfer!
Huh.
>>815
But reddit pays cash.
Yet VIPcoins are much more popular because people want to learn about the secret place that Daddy Cool keeps promising them in exchange for a sufficient payment.
Alors on danse
looking back i must often look like such a dork on the dancefloor
but i love to dance...
( ﾟ -ﾟ) I don't remember when I last danced on public...
More than that I don't remember when was the last time I went outside. I think there wasn't any snow on the streets and sky was clear back then.
Grow up and blow away~~~
Oh god I had a nosebleed when I was asleep and it all went down the back of my throat and now I keep coughing up blood mixed with phlegm and it isn't very nice.
>>823
UPDATE: My mouth tastes like overripe pineapple. Not sure what to make of this.
Sometimes I just wish somebody would tell me what to do. I see the appeal of religion.
Just mailed off some Christmas cards to Anons from an imageboard I frequent. I hope they enjoy them. It was fun writing them.
Whenever that girl says "uguu~", I want to punch her in the face.
Do real people really say "uguu~"?
I'm not a real people.
This morning I dreamed I was listening to a video game remix by ITALIAN VIPPER, and when the song ended I was recommended music by other VIP and DQN artists.
I'm not even a year old. I'll be eternally a toddler!!
>828
Magic is not, and has never been, real. Live your life how YOU WANT.
I can, and will do better!!!!
I don't recall swallowing a meteorite, but it sure felt like I just passed one. Life greatly improved, would shit again, A++++++++++++
Open are the double doors of the horizon
Unlocked are its bolts
I actually like my new glasses.
would a hypernekko wear binoculars?
In honor of Dear Leader and the fact that I'm sick at the moment, I've decided to post excerpts from Espeon's adventure in North Korea. I stopped writing it because it went on too long and also fuck you. That's why.
The best thing about an assignment in Pyongyang was that after ten o'clock at night, you could drive at two hundred and fifty kilometers per hour right down the Boulevard of Socialism's Victory and not a single cop is willing or able to stop you. Diplomatic plates on a flashy black German car helped but were only a small part of the equation. For the most-part, a lowly civil servant on seeing something of this nature assumed it was just important Party business and was completely unwilling to intercede. If they managed to see the lack of a party emblem, what few cops there were on the streets after dark all drove ancient Soviet-made two-stroke Ladas whose top speed peaked at around ninety and that was only if they were dropped from an airplane.
The store for foreigners was pathetic these days. The shelves on last visit contained two packets of dried Miso soup, a solitary roll of toilet paper, and six pack of Heineken beer with one bottle replaced by a dreadful and often entirely uncarbonated local brand... in a can. So it was that the Swedish mission in Beijing had to ship everything to them and packed up all they needed including diesel packed into three liter cans for their generator and shipped it by air every week to the Swedish mission here. Ultimately, this inability for Westerners to do without amounted to 8% of Air Koryo's overall business last year. The Nepalese mission a few doors down just happily lived with power outages and scraping by for food. Perhaps it reminded them of the good old days…
The second best thing about an assignment in Pyongyang was that was a good story to tell and foreign newspapers and intelligence agencies would always come to you once you were home to ask you all about your experiences, sheltered as though they may be. It wasn’t like you could so much as leave the city without a minder and the locals’ standard greeting for foreigners was quiet panic and to cross an empty eight-lane road to get away from you. It wasn’t as though there was anything to actually do, either: North Koreans weren’t allowed to leave the country, Swedes weren’t allowed to visit, and there was absolutely no trade between the two. Their only real job was to serve as the neutral voice of the West should any American fool stumble into the country on a mission of God or a misguided sense of adventure. Then it was a matter of making sure the North Koreans didn’t beat their prisoner to death and call the office of an ex-President to come and retrieve them.