Surrealist fiction, maybe? Speaking of which, I just started watching Jinrui wa Suitai Shimashita. It's utterly bizarre, in the best way possible.
A man's penis in my butthole.
big juicy dicks
Bored and unemployed 20-something young men will join up with whichever radical political movement of the week has the coolest marching songs. It happened with everyone from the Jacobins to the Nazis to the Islamic State.
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I just misheard the lyrics "fiddle's cries" as "Friedel-Crafts".
winter is bumming
Wait for the first train!
I want to drive but I don't want to clear the snow and ice off of my car
motoko kusanagi crossplay
suicide by plushies
jesus cares about lonely bears
"makes pigs of us all"
Japanese lewd ASMR
go find cassandra and conundrum-chan since we are apparently in the same universe and/or game
Wait, are we a boy or a girl?
You carefully unroll Straw-Mat-tan and stretch yourself out, watching the clouds for a while.
Still lying down, you take a look at the mysterious package. It is addressed to "Frank". The rest of the address has been smudged somehow so that you can't make it out. There is no return address.
Tampering with mail is a crime, but then, so is murder. You aren't sure where doing bizarre elf-assisted Kirby impersonations falls into all that, but you shrug and open Frank's package.
Inside, you find a little teddy bear with suction cup paws and a note written in large, loopy handwriting:
"Hey bro -- thought you might enjoy this."
Do as the Manifest Destiny foretold and go west.
Bring the teddy bear and straw-mat-tan.
You decide to take Straw-Mat-tan and the teddy along, but leave the mailbox and dead body of manbearthing behind. Following the path westwards toward the setting sun, you go on your search for the mysterious and perhaps mythical Cassandra and Conundrum.
You are in a tangled, wild wood, where vines and moss hang thick from the gnarled, hostile-looking trees. Strange hoots and hollers sound out, from animals or perhaps malevolent forest spirits.
Disembodied toothy smile is here. (in a tree)
Possible exits are north, south, east, west, northeast, northwest, southeast, southwest, up, down, all around.
Offer teddy bear to disembodied smile.
You hold the teddy bear out to the disembodied smile, which opens into a gaping, fang-lined maw that devours the toy in a single chomp, taking your hand with it.
After some loud, messy chewing, the smile re-forms, a crimson tongue extending to lick the fluff and blood from its teeth.
"Hmm, a bit like ham. Your gift pleases me, friend." it says in a sibilant voice. "*For your favor I will offer you something in return. Perhaps you would like to learn a dark magical secret? Or I could offer you a boon?"
The stump of your wrist bleeds, incurring constant HP loss.
Ask for a new hand in an extremely specific and detailed way that keeps us from being genie-raped by semantic loopholes.
Wonder out loud if the grinding noises guy has now taken over this thread.
IE is a crappy web browser.
I really really really hate car traffic. I hate it so much sometimes I want to cry.
Socialism is for people who are shit at everything.
I hate having diarrhoea
It seems the relationship between ignorance and opinions is indeed directly proportional. Also, obnoxiousness.
Motivational posters are stupid, and most people quit making demotivators that are funny 7 years ago.
Image macros died when generator sites started appearing, lowering the small barrier (knowing the basics of photoshop) to creating an image macro, which can now be done in under ten seconds. No skills or afterthought required. Now they're just used by boring people to share their inane opinions and observations.
Viewing a modern image macro kills more brain cells than an overdose on speedballs.
Divorce is unfortunate, but when the partners use their child as a negotiation tool, it becomes outrageous.
Politicians are mostly whores, and the voters in my country who still think so and so candidate is going to make their lives appreciably better are deluding themselves.
Imperative programming languages are glorified turtle plotters.
OOP prevails because of money, not merit.
Haigh dokyuns it's a new thread!
Burn the wiche!
you can't ignore my yerth
Pah, these captchas are all the saim.
He's too bold; he needs to unpluck up his courage, or possibly pluck it down.
I'm not sure I see the relation this has.
Thank you, dear customer. Your money is most tillable.
Nudge it in the fudge.
I'm going to have to exklude you from my room if you continue passing wind.
Uncage the beast!
In the beginning I am running in the forest naked as fast as I can, as if I'm escaping from something. I encounter big swarms of aggressive bees recklessly stinging me on the road but it doesn't stop me. Then I get to a branch and realize that all but one of the stings were actually nails. Strangely, those nails are actually reversed, pointing up with the head inside my skin.
Suddenly, an empty cinema room. I'm standing there, examining the only one of those stings that isn't a nail, and vomitting on it in order to neutralize the poison. The nails are expulsed out of my skin, the scars and the vomit disappear, I take a seat, and people start getting inside the room.
The film starts, and I know even before its beginning it's a sequel to a show I really like (Kaamelott). But that film is fucking terrible, and the only scene I remember is some guy running ejecting nails out of his skin.
Suddenly, I'm in a medieval Europe-styled market next to the forest and a railroad. Someone is with me and goes on the railroad. I tell that person what ey's doing is dangerous and ey comes back. I look at an arcade game in the market and decide to play it. The screen shows a cylindric tower slightly to the left in front of a blue sky with a few clouds, and there are ghosts with their tongues out represented exactly by the same sprite as in the Touhou games for PC-98.
And then I wake up.
I had a dream in which I posted something on DQN. I don't remember what I was posting, but my captcha was inositol.
I was working in an office. No idea what it was we did, but it was some kind of creative endeavor. Helen Mirrin worked upstairs, and I heard her say "What is this tripe? This is ridiculous." A moment later she starts belting out some 60's rock song about Thundercats in a perfect Grace Slick impersonation.
My immediate thought was "Damn, I've GOT to get her on my project somehow." I woke up just as I got to my corner office. Never did find out what my job was.
So I was in this restaurant in Beijing and sat down to eat a salad. The Chinese dude next to me watched me eat, then after I'd finished told me that it was someone else's meal, and I was in big trouble. I dismissed his worry, and asked him to fix my phone's Kindle app, which had decided to download Korean versions of all my ebooks over the English ones. I woke up just as the Chinese Food Cops were wall-jumping up the street in my direction and yelling at me to stay where I was.
A guy who didn't like me at school pissed in my orange juice so I stabbed him all over but no blood came out.
A guy fucked me in the ass and I woke up with a shame boner.
I met a guy I went to school with and said hello, but he completely ignored me. It turned out it was actually a robot version of him, created in order to act in a historically hyper-accurate play written and directed by one of my flatmates.
I just remember Volts = Watts * Seconds which isn't true since it's Volts = Watts * Amps
put a cigar butt in a loli butt
I admire your desire to spit hot fire to the choir
The genre is pornogrind.
>>777 made Bane sound like a crappy Sean Connery impersonator.
>>777 applies extra strength Loctite to the threads of a fire hydrant.
>>777 has a consulting firm that helps other people to create a typical factory in China and a typical tech support line in India. That is why some of the previous assholes have such things.
"total crap, but I enjoy it"
I think forcefully trying to fuck someone is a lot worse than saying the word itself.
I've seen at least two toons that were just legs, torso, and genitals--no arms, and no head. That's what I mean by "weird." Just thinking about it gimme the jibbilies.
Using the arcenstick, the arcenstone is shoved down the urethra until it turns into a kidney stone and must be forced out by painful urination
fascinating, but have you ever tried not being such a tremendous faggot?
PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY!!?? What a concept -- completely politically incorrect
Mike in every single video: "It's like, fuckin', like, it's almost like, fuckin', like..."
people on this site are so immature. it makes me SICK.
U+216A (Roman Numeral Eleven) - The Unicode Character Reference
Ⅺ Unicode Roman Numeral Eleven
Yakub (sometimes spelled Yacub or Yakob) is, according to the Nation of Islam (NOI), a black scientist who lived "6,600 years ago" and was responsible for creating the white race to be a "race of devils". He did this through a form of selective breeding referred to as "grafting", while living on the island of Patmos.
Special Thanks to: the guy who made dmgraph, Deion for being an
NB: If playing a converted Crusader Kings 2 save in which the schism has been mended, Catholicism will become a heresy of Orthodoxy.
Hobbit: No hobbits nor halflings. Grow up, and shave your feet!
dog pleasure night
When men experience pain in their penises, the feeling can be uncomfortable.
Seeing Touhous that could turn someone into a pile of ashes with a single thought getting raped and tortured by some ordinary faggot human ghat is obviously the author's self-insert is just dumb.