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Seeing a dude with a "Tweety Bird" tattoo in a porno is all kinds of wrong.
un tan un tan un tan
What kind of porn do you need to look at to see that sort of thing?
This song makes my sleeves wet.
God bless you, Wolfram Alpha.
Elvis-Aska is the most disgraceful in Japan.
He is a real psychotic categorized as a paranoid. and he is continuing playing an actor in delusion.
*名前 ： エルビス飛鳥（本名・竹野ゆうや）というのは虚偽で本名は佐藤孝夫（さとうたかを）
*性別 ： キチガイ
*地域 ： 東京
*職業 ： 廃材回収のアルバイトに日夜励む４２才独身（苦笑）
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great grape ape
Kill 'em dead guy.
olympic commemorative stamps
U+216A (Roman Numeral Eleven) - The Unicode Character Reference
Ⅺ Unicode Roman Numeral Eleven
Not to be confused with a human whose ass is in a lion skin; that's Fur Bikini or Loin Cloth.
Pluto, for example, runs around naked, eats whatever he happens to find laying on the floor, and sniffs the crotches of random strangers, just like your average real-world dog (Goofy, on the other hand, only pulls that shit in fanfic).
In Touché, Pussycat!, when Jerry splits Tom in half with an axe, the two halves fall separate ways to the ground, and there's still no blood or gore.
"The Brothers Carry-Mouse-Off": Tom disguises himself as a female mouse, complete with eyelashes, pink bow, and perfume, because of course, nothing's sexier than your equivalent of the 50-foot woman.
oanna Newsom's Concerto for Badly Wounded Dolphins in π
I refuse to let me dingledorner hover that close to another mans dried urea pile.
Smells the sizzle human flesh
Your name is on Necronomicon
Hanger18 creeping death
Obey your master of puppets
In "The Lonesome Mouse" Jerry draws a Hitler mustache and comb-over on a picture of Tom, and spits at it.
>There is only one supermax prison in the United States federal system, ADX Florence in Florence, Colorado.[...]Residents include Theodore Kaczynski, a domestic terrorist otherwise known as the Unabomber, who once attacked via mail bombs; Robert Hanssen, an American FBI agent turned Soviet spy; Terry Nichols, an accomplice to the Oklahoma City bombing; Richard Reid, known as the "Shoe Bomber", who was jailed for life for attempting to detonate explosive materials in his shoes while on board an aircraft; Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, the underwear bomber; Richard Lee McNair, a persistent prison escapee; Charles Harrelson, a hitman who was convicted in 1979 of killing Federal Judge John H. Wood, Jr.; and Vito Rizzuto, boss of the "Sixth" Mafia "Family," released on October 5, 2012.
That sounds like the lead in to a pretty awesome buddy-crime movie.
> Hell yeah links section (Wikipedia related, of course)
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"total crap, but I enjoy it"
Masturbation is rape.
Damn, it’s really hard to keep all this shit straight.
Did a man experience sexual pleasure in a non-gay, non-submissive way? It's rape.
(″･_･) What's it like with you being alive and Grandpa dead?
( ・ω・) I can see both sides of the absolute border, I feel cold and dead inside.
( ・ω・) See?
( ・ω・) Yes, exactly!
( ・ω・) What?
(・∀・) Where'd you get that cool hat
For a while I was rather put off by the whole idea of zoos and aquariums and suchlike, but, having read the bit near the start of Life of Pi where he discusses the topic, and having now been to one or two myself, I can appreciate that it's somewhat naive to assume that taking an animal from its natural environment is necessarily harmful to it. It's been a very long time since I went to an aquarium, but I suppose I do like them in the abstract.
Do you think a procedurally generated text adventure sounds like a good idea?
縲縲縲縲縲縲縲縲縲 ・医ﾂｴ竏・・峨・懊>>554 What do you mean? It works fine for me.
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縲縲縲縲縲縲 / "竚偵・ |.・ｲ |
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縲縲 ・｣・｣繝ｽ縺､・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣ | |・｣
縲縲 ・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣・｣| |
The first one that comes to mind is Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let me Go. I have to admit I was rather lukewarm about it most of the way through and didn't really care that much about the characters or what happened to them. The ending, however, was really excellent, completely unexpected and tied up the story beautifully. It's worth reading for the ending alone.
Have you ever donated blood?
One handle, by far. For both showers and taps.
You can use it with one hand, you can turn the water off and on while keeping the temperature constant, and a single handle looks more congruous with the single stream of water.
How would you feel if you found out mathematics was, in fact, empirical?
Naturally, it would be unbecoming of a creature of your stature to be seen to simply accept such affection. You try to run away, leading the girl on a wild cat chase, but unfortunately find yourself still in the grips of the strange malaise of your prior uncatlike musings. An all too human part of you almost feels like it wants to be embraced and loved unconditionally, instead of perpetuating this pointless artifice. This profound internal conflict leads to your front legs trying to run one way and your back legs another, leaving you sprawled inelegantly on the floor.
Ariadne descends upon you like a hawk upon a baby rabbit and scoops you into her arms. You are powerless to do anything as you are petted and fussed over to within an inch of your life. Eventually, she pauses to introduces you to the bizarre, Brobdingnagian long-necked monster, its head still poked nonchalantly through the doorway, staring at you with vast, empty eyes.
"This is Rupert," she states matter-of-factly, "He's a brontosaurus. I found him in the forest, and he's really quite friendly when you get to know him. Aren't you?" At this, she rubs the creature's snout and makes cooing noises. You feel terrified and slightly jealous.
Pretend to be nice to Rupert while plotting his Denise. I mean demise.
Pretend to be Rupert while plotting his demesne.
Say "brontosaurus" over and over because you think it sounds funny.
In fact, make it "Brobdingnagian brontosaurus" because that sounds even funnier.
Rupert's head retracts through the doorway, out of the building, and back to his absurdly proportioned body. Ariadne leads you outside, following him. The weather is unusual: there is an extremely strong northerly wind blowing, almost uniformly, without gusts. The tops of the trees are pulled downwind as though there were invisible giants trying to uproot each of them. Small grey torn looking clouds sweep overhead, like shreds of cotton wool. The ground is slightly damp, and there is a litter of hailstones covering the plaza.
Now that you see the full extent of him, you see that Rupert is truly a monstrous creature indeed. His tail alone is at least twenty times the size of you. Such a dangerous being cannot be allowed to live; he might turn upon you at any moment. You must betray him before he can betray you. You nuzzle against Rupert's right foreleg so as to lull him into a false sense of security. Against all the odds, however, he ignores your perfidious advances.
As Rupert's enormously oversized back is turned, you mock him by stomping around heavily and clumsily, whilst stretching your neck out as far as you can. How silly he looks! Why, if owned an area of private land surrounding a manor in a feudal society, it'd probably be just as brutish and inelegantly designed.
Fall asleep somewhere really inconvenient and then look offended when someone moves us.
Be Ariadne, take Theodore and get back inside before the storm kills us all.
Be Rupert. Expel the gaseous waste products that have no doubt been building up in your gigantic herbivorous digestive system.
What do you think guys? Can we learn to beat big rigs?
P.S. I always knew everyone posting here was a robot.