>>72 never gets laid, and wants to make sure no one else does either by promoting abstinence-only sex education.
>>73 is responsible for the only positive posts in this thread.
>>74 Wants people to get married and have children, so he tries to prevent young people from knowing what contraception is. The 2 horny people have sex anyway, have a baby, then have a shotgun wedding.
>>75 thinks his opinions are more valuable than someone else's rights
>>76 Will always be blamed for racism because he doesn't like people getting handouts, or working useless government jobs, and we all know certain people are more likely to get handouts and useless government jobs
>>78 is afraid of everything he doesn't understand, which is quite a lot of things.
>>79 Voted for laws that violate the 5th amendment, and then worries about what happens when another political party is in power, and has the ability to use those laws.
>>27 promotes religious tolerance, as long as that religion is not Christianity.
>>29 Has a "Tolerance" bumper sticker between his anti-Christian and anti-conservative bumper stickers
>>30 Gets funding from labor unions, especially ones where six people people are sent in and paid to do a one man job.
>>31 is against the drug war because banning things doesn't work, but wants to ban guns.
I should maybe get a job instead of college. I don't even need a lot of money so a crappy job could do it.
College is hell. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're going for a career that needs it.
The territorial people over on general are fucking absurd. "Oh no! Please don't post on our board that no one ever posts on!"
My myosin filaments are crawling with anticipation.
>>265 That reminds me i was going to start posting there more, but maybe i shouldn' then?
I left my wallet at home.
Now I have no way to return home.
Ad infinitum... et ultra!
It's probably just the blood loss, but I feel a lot more drunk than usual.
I don't give a fuck about my credit rating
I swear, if anyone can give me an Oedipus complex, it's Murian.
>>666 bought one share in moot's company-- one share-- and then showed up at his meeting, after anonymously calling him earlier that day and telling him to freeze the textboards. Well, you know what happened then.
>>666 destroys rare vintage video game cartridges on video for "comedy value".
>>666 hosts rare and valuable torrents up to 97% and then disconnects before anyone else gets a complete copy.
>>666 Creates a business trust, then finds a way to use existing business trust laws to stop his competitors.
>>666 is the college dean that makes a bunch of worthless classes a prerequisite to get an engineering degree, and works with other colleges to convince them to do the same thing. When >>666 heard of making minor changes to books every year, and mandating the use of those new books, >>666 quickly did the same.
>>31 is the baboon that stitched himself shut mentioned in The Ear, The Eye and The Arm.
>>32 Accidentally sat on liquid nitrogen, and it froze his butt crack shut.
>>33 took some DQN-kun's advice and tried to laminate his colon. It didn't go well.
>>36 is so angry about state of affairs in general that he clenches his pooper with the force of a thousand suns.
>>142 Has sex with retarded people and records it on video. He calls it "Tardcore"
>>145 bred a new strain of cucumber that's 70% more dildonic than the standard variety, and calls it the cuCUMber.
>>148 Bought the Dodge Challenger Scat Pack and created a Night Shift Nurses itaisha out of it.
( ´_⊃｀) I will fucking sue you for that.
( ´_⊃｀) School uniforms? Only for annoying snobby private schools and Asians!
( ´_⊃｀) I'm dead tired after work, so I get something from a drive thru window. Now that fucking warthog of a hypocrite, Michelle Obama intends to make everyone spend an hour a day cooking something. You think you know everything about life, but you get vacations and a staff that cooks and cleans for you. Stupid fucking cunt.
( ´_⊃｀) I thought of going to China to marry a wonderful woman. Then, I saw this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_G4S8Kws8o
They became as annoying as American women!
These are the files. I hope you have everything you need.
You manage to drain a small amount of dark brown liquid back into the cup; barely enough to coat the bottom. You swallow it all in one gulp. It tastes very odd; rather unlike coffee. It tastes faintly of almonds.
You open the browser and type in one of the usual URLs.
THIS WEBSITE IS BLOCKED IN ACCORDANCE WITH YOUR COMPANY'S
INTERNET USAGE POLICY FOR THE FOLLOWING REASON:
FOR MORE INFORMATION, AND IF YOU BELIEVE THIS WEBSITE TO HAVE
BEEN BLOCKED INCORRECTLY, CONTACT YOUR SYSTEM ADMINISTRATOR.
You open this very thread.
Insert obstinate terminal into mysterious crotch hole of doom.
Make the following post in this thread:
You obediently type out the post and hit reply, then suddenly notice a fresh set of clothes and shiny new briefcase on the desk. How convenient!"
You obediently type out the post and hit reply, then suddenly notice a fresh set of clothes and shiny new briefcase on the desk. How convenient!
You crouch on the desk, legs spread, and push the corner of the machine into your crotch. It seems to contort and fold itself as it falls into the void, as though turning in a spacial dimension not visible to you, and disappears without a trace. For good measure, you allow your crotch void to consume the keyboard, mouse, cables and all the other computer paraphernalia as well.
You cannot post in this thread without a computer with internet access.
Shoot the window in the vague direction where the man was.
You turn back to the window, and are startled to find that the floating image of the meadow has expanded to fill the entire space. It seems somehow more real and immediate than before - you can not only see the wind blowing through the flowers, but can also hear it. You can even feel the early Spring sunlight gracing your naked body. There's something subtly off about the whole scene, but you can't quite put your finger on it.
You aren't sure what direction the man was in, but you level the handgun towards the window and pull the trigger. The window pane shatters, in the wrong direction - the glass shards are propelled back towards you - and the meadow floods into the room and surrounds you. Everything goes white. Three words echo through your head, unbidden: "Dimensional collapse imminent"...
"God fucking damn it," you mutter to yourself inaudibly, as your consciousness fades away from you yet again.
You awaken to find yourself lying on your back, staring up at the sky. A young girl, perhaps around twelve years old, is looking down at you. She is wearing a black pleated skirt, white blouse, dark blue cardigan, blue neckerchief and black knee-high socks. Her hair is held up in two places with little white ribbons. Her face is rife with concern, which appears assuaged at least a little by your return to consciousness.
Lift skirt and inspect crotch (out of the corner of our eye) to see if the crotch void is there. And don't point it at Continue-chan.
You turn away from Continue-chan and cautiously lift your skirt. Like any self-respecting joshigakusei, you are, of course, wearing pantsu. Specifically, you are wearing cute white pantsu with tasteful frills and a little white bow at the top. Still, you need to know what lies in the untold depths of your crotch. Shamelessly, you peel your pantsu down your thighs, looking out of the corner of your eyes at what lies beneath.
Continue-chan seems horrified by your unmaidenly conduct. "P-P-Protagonist-chan, why are you doing such hentai things? W-we have t--" she is interrupted by a computer cable launching itself at high velocity from between your legs, and landing in the field a few metres away. This is swiftly followed by more cables, a mouse, keyboard, a computer chassis, a monitor, a handgun and a severed foot.
22:42 The Elitist Superstructure of DQN @ 4-ch
22:38 GUNSHOW ARCHIVE
22:38 Gunshow - Dogs Rule
22:38 Gunshow - Cool Frog and Dolphin
22:37 don't get mad at video games - Google Search
22:37 Cheap Arduino Module kits & Single-Chip Microcomputer Diy Supplies for Sale - DX
22:09 Monotora - Battlelog / Battlefield 4
Another day, another dance, another dead guy. I cantered about the stage, twirling an elegant fan. The small audience cared not for these aesthetic trappings.
"Just get him out here already!" a burly man shouted.
"Quiet, it's only going to take longer if you interrupt her," his smaller man bespectacled companion whispered angrily. I nodded silently. I was as bored as they were, but if I didn't do the dance right, nothing would happen.
After a few more minutes of whirling about, I finally felt the heaving in my chest. I froze and dropped my fan, then my whole body slumped down like a puppet. Somebody else raised my head back up.
"Who summons me?" a deep voice demanded through my mouth.
"Tell us where the money is!" the burly man shouted, "or we'll kill your family!"
After an hour of hiking, we came to a long stone staircase that led to a magnificent shrine.
"This is Rakuhei Shrine," I said, as we climbed the steps. "My friend Haruka Rakuhei lives here. She's a really good miko. She taught me that fire spell for self-protection! I'm sure she'll know a way out of this predicament."
We stepped through the torii gate at the top, and Haruka came running out of the main shrine to meet me. She was stunningly beautiful as usual.
"Oh Kanae, I'm so glad you're safe!" she said, embracing me. "I sensed the fire spell earlier. What happened?"
"Er...hi, I guess," Kenta said through my voice. "Nice to meet you, I'm Takahiro Kenta. I got mixed up in some...uh...nasty business, and ended up dead..."
"Some yakuza made me summon this pervert," I interrupted, "and now he's stuck in my body! Hurry up and get him out already!"
A+. Reading this fanfic was a truly profound, life changing experience, on a par with a native American spirit journey or taking LSD. The text conveys its message with startling precision and insight, concisely and unpretentiously, without obfuscatory language. The short length leaves the reader with a sense of wonder at what goes unsaid - the author may directly ask only one question, but the reader is left with countless more. Ultimately, the text is a demonstration of Absurdist philosophy, challenging the idea that a story must have a moral, point, or meaning at all. This idea, that the author need not pander to the reader's every vagary, is sure to usher in a new age of literature. My favourite part is the crippling sense of existential dread the reader is left with after reading.
I demand that you spend at least ten minutes reading about a topic you know absolutely nothing about and post what you learned.
byzantine generals problem
"disintegrated his penis"
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did "gay comics" actually exist
pc 88 melon soda
bbw huge boobs
rainbow as seen from aircraft