>>2
Only 251 days left! We need to post 3.58565737052 posts in this thread a day! WE'RE NOT GONNA MAKE IT AHHHHHHHHHH
What will happen the day after?
>>4
Someone will make a lame OVER 9000 joke and everyone else will avoid piling on.
I am playing Mario Picross 2, it is cool.
Dry set of clothes. Useful when someone poured a bucket of water on you.
You killed the duck in 32.7567 seconds, you are now at a grand total of 54 ducks (of which 3 were super-ducks) killed on DQN. _X< COUAC
What are we going to do on September 10000th? Threads only go to 999.
I like the picture puzzles where the numbers on the grid designate the number of squares in the 3x3 neighborhood to be filled in.
Also, the picture puzzles where the numbers on the grid designate a rectangle of that area and color encompassing the number. Which is cool, because it has color and the numbers can get very large. I went off Picross because it is fairly limited in image size.
Have I really been an affiliate of the Elitist Superstructure for 4000 days? It sounds like a fairy-tale
#TYDQN
I think this thread has plenty more time to hit the target than the others.
Just filling my quota for the day. Have you done your part?
Pre-owned pokémon cartridges are a quick way to fill up chunks of your pokédex.
It's not too late to get an xmas gift if it's on amazon!
Unless, of course, it's expected to arrive late January, like the one gift I could come up with.
Ｏｎｌｙ １２４ ｄａｙｓ ｌｅｆｔ
he's crazy like a fool
what about daddy DUMB
Daddy who?
Eye of Horse
What?! 9000?! There's no way that can be right.
FUCK IM 2 HOURS LATE
dink
doople
cunk
Disappointment can always be relied upon!
We're not gonna make it!
Is 90 good enough?
hastening the postening
Will gomez save us again?
Where is that timely lad?
at least 100 times
A hundred a day, I don't think we're up to it considering our health these days...
900 - 53 = 847
9000 - 8899 = 101
847 / 101 = 8.3
So around 8 posts a day? That's doable.
I'll even do it myself if need be, starting tomorrow.
(carry over 4 post debt for tomorrow)
The posts will be VIP QUALITY
Oh, 8, not a hundred, that makes sense.
dix
Awah
Dropped harder than misao's meatball
The trick is to not post too many a day, otherwise >>900 will come early, but not too little, otherwise it will be late.
postan in a 900 thread
ass
this must be done
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wo yao nüpongyou
most of which are related somehow to MMORPGs
if you take a japanese sentence, replace all the のs with 的 and delete the rest of the kana, you're about 70% of the way to having a legible chinese sentence
the rest is making sure you aren't using any weird wasei-kango or words with a double meaning like 手紙 which means letter, as in a piece of paper with writing on it in japanese, but toilet paper in chinese
dicks
one more
i've done my part for the day
captcha: none
So let it be written
8.23 posts per day fucking step it up people
Coaltar of the Deep Fried Mars Bars
and you're not so big
You're just tall, that's all.
Dixon Mainus
Occupation:
Professor
Doctor
Scientist
Lawyer
Vampire Hunter
i wish i could be that cool
I can't read Polish so I skimmed the French article, I don't get what makes him DQN quality.
(define boring-pattern
(impulse-pattern*
1
'(1/16 H: h: h: H: h: h: H: h: h: H: h: h: H: h: h: h:) ; hi-hats
'(1/8 k: #f #f #f k: k: #f #f) ; kick
'(1/8 #f #f s: #f #f #f s: #f))) ; snareI like birds
ようこそジャパリパークへ
Years ago, I was a Gap youkai, I thought I was the toughest kid in high school, I would pick fights, and kick ass. I was full of hate, until I picked a fight with the wrong chick. She was a Japanese exchange student, I still remember her name, Hakurei Reimu.
I picked on her because of her hilarious and thick Japanese accent. I told her I was going to beat her so hard, he would go back to China(Yeah, I was a little racist prick.), she never said anything back, made me wanted to kick her ass even harder.
Well, here comes the fight. I manipulated the boundary of life and death, she reversed it like I was a mere midboss. I was tiring out and she knew, I saw the smirk on her face that made me raged hard. I put all my strength in one amazing Danmaku Bounded Field, and she grabbed past it to my wrist and threw me over. My back smacked on the hard cement ground, and I was knocked out for who knows how long.
When I woke up I was in the school infirmary, I asked the nurse who brought me here, and you guessed it, Hakurei Reimu. The next day, she wasn't at school, she was back in Japan, and I never got to thank her, for saving my life and showing me the light. I soon learned that she was an Aikidoka and have been practicing Aikido ever since to show my thanks to her.
bum badda tum tum
da na na na da
bum badda tum tum
da na na na da
>>84,93
Maybe a poor curation, I apologize DQNs. ED article kinda sums it up I suppose. Basically he was a spook, but accused several major Internet sites but especially Google of being spooks, and was half-right about a lot of that, but also a major hypocrite (e.g. using Gmail address on site claiming Cloudflare is spooks). Lobbied to get his English Wikipedia article disappeared, because again, half-right about invasions of privacy and all that. But still a majorly inconsistent agenda-driven weirdo.
After many years of Web presence, he seems to have disappeared into the ether. Today, the very term "Google watch" is more likely to bring to mind a speculative brand name for wearable tech than the many crank sites titled "insert conspiracy here watch" of yesteryear, of which he ran a few.
poop
> * If the givenapisparameter is null, returns the number of available APIs.
> * Otherwise, fill the given apis array with the RtMidi::Api values.
Who does this? Now you just have to call the same method twice, and in between you have no choice but to allocate an array of the size it demands.
Apis was the most popular of three great bull cults of ancient Egypt, the others being the cults of Mnevis and Buchis.
mnevis and bucthead
>>94
Thank you for your explanation. I have now gained respect for this small, overlooked Polish Wikipedia page.
sometimes I wonder what if boobs had butts or butts had boobs
Contributing
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ara irassyai
one for the money, two for the show,
three for the crippling depression
I just released my mittens but instantly regretted doing so.
what's it gonna be like?
probably something disappointing
Reptile
An infinite recursion of boobs
infiniboob
Infinitits
infinipples
ıuɟıuıddlǝs
ıuɟıuıʇıʇs
p∞p
i was never pretty enough to be a trap, now i'm getting old, ftge
there's a place in the world for the angry young lass
with her face on the floor and my dick in her ass
(*ﾟーﾟ), despite knowing that it's a trap, decides to make a forceful penetration.
nam nam
I will prepare the choicest viands for the occasion.
Like 3 months ago i stepped on a piece of glass from a broken lightbulb, ten minutes and one bloody pair of tweezers later I was pretty sure I had gotten it out but it never healed quite right and still hurt occasionally especially when I stood for a long time, then last night when I was taking my sock off it snagged on something on the bottom of my foot, it was the piece of glass that finally worked its way out. Thanks for reading.
>>129
may want to have a professional take a look, a few minutes of surgery could save you months more of pain
>>129
As a bystander mostly ignorant of the situation, perhaps the pain from the original piece of glass caused you to, over the past few months, develop different movement patterns for the affected foot? If so, it could be completely healthy, but some tiny muscle somewhere might have deteriorated over the past few months.
please don't challenge me if i have to watch the charselect screen like lag fuck while your neurons fire and you pick honda, only to use 20/sec autofire
ants ants
>>129 wasn't me, the original glass in the foot guy
my foot is fine now
jisatsu jien
Had a nail and a wasp in the foot but not glass, no.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction!
Gonna need a senzu for that one.
nyan nyan nyan nyan
nyan nyan nyan nyan
(*ﾟーﾟ) Hello
(*ﾟーﾟ) Hell
she's a very respectable person but i don't like the way she deals with 2ch's post numbers
Fixing type warnings in generated API bindings
oddly therapeutic
we ain't ever gonna make it
m-masaka
my name is doulk nukem
My last employment was on the 7809th. Hope would be fast fading if there were any left. I rue the day I was born. I resent all the lies that sabotaged my career before it even started. Everyone I used to know has abandoned me. Before, they simply pitied me. What did I do to deserve this NEET hell? I feel like the most experienced least experienced person in the industry.
What this all really means, though, is that you, >>1, should just stick with today's special.
In the 9 days since the 8900th of this month, there have been 90 posts in this thread. At 10 posts/day, with 90 days and under 900 posts left, we are currently on target for our desired outcome. We must not lose our momentum, but neither should we despair.
but despair is all i know (´・ω・`)
Why are emo kids fine when they get a flat tire?
Because they've always got despair!
also I bet the term 'emo kid' dates me. I wonder new slang what the young'uns use nowadays.
Subcultures are dead thanks to the rise of internet use in teens
there's no such thing as subcultures, only the globalist monoculture
hail apple, slava google
We're all jeff bezos here. I'm jeff. You're jeff.
I'm deff
fuck year
> subculture bitches
popuko face intensifies
LIFE HACK: Blow on hot food to cool it down
Hyperspectral imaging of the June 20, 1972, notes revealed the set-off or contact transfer of red non-ballpoint [porous-tip pen] ink transcription notations from the front of Page 2 to the back of Page 1, but it was not possible to determine whether this transfer or migration occurred at the time of preparation or over long-term contact in storage.
Electrostatic detection analysis of the June 20, 1972, notes revealed the presence of angled, extraneous indented writing, suggestive of a possible signature but otherwise illegible, on Page 2 of the document.
LIFE HACK: Blow a hot dude to be cool downtown
I can't imagine still being around for 9999 and yet I was around for 5000. What am I doing with my life.
>>167
September 9000 is a great opportunity for us all to reflect on the past 4000 days. Wiggle jiggle, yellow middle. That's the best of what you are.
September 10,000th is going to be so cool!
I was summoned for jury duty. At the one trial I had to go to a courtroom for, they got their jury with only a few eliminated, with me somewhere near the back of the line anyway.
Basically all I did today was suffer atopic allergic reaction (probably cat dander, just seems the statistically probable thing).
poop
All those little neuroses that were quirky and cute when you were 19 are gross and weird now that you're 29.
bringing not just my laptop but my laptop charger to the bathroom since i get like three minutes of battery life out of my ancient chinkpad
I'm a quirky and cute 29-year old
modified my mornings
my captcha is "fuck"
my name is fuck
hey young fella
I love oligarchy.
>>154
Even if we don't manage to keep up this blistering pace of ten posts a day, I bet the Gomez family will step in to help just in time.
Oh I see what you guys are doing, cute
what would I need $1,000,000 for anyway?
service as a service as a service as a service as a service as a service as a service as a service as a service
For example, the temporal meaning of "The frug seemed wuggier and wuggier" is clear: Despite not knowing what a frug is or what wugginess is, we know that the apparent wugginess of the frug was increasing over time, as indicated by the reduplication of the comparative "wuggier".
>>154
Pace increases rapidly as you approach the deadline, though. In the last 24 hours of the 8000th thread, 156 posts were made, while in the same timespan of the 7000th thread, no fewer than 230 were made. By those figures, we can literally make no posts in this thread for the next twelve weeks and still comfortably make it to >>900.
Indeed, I propose that we do exactly that. Just using this thread as a substitute for the current thought threads is boring and pointless; it's supposed to be a mad frenzy in the last few days before the big event. You don't celebrate Halloween in July, so why are we celebrating September 9000th on the 8912th?
Okay, this is my last post in this thread. I swear.
>>191 You don't need to wait till October to dress up all scary-looking and go to people's houses!
Nesquik and netflix
Vimto is an anagram of vomit
take me up
up to heaven above
where do we put people who won't stop obsessing over post numbers?
in the getto
Almost done making an autogenerated FFI for 90% of SDL2 for chicken scheme.
Turns out it was the best multiplatform, compilable Scheme after all
I too am a scheming bastard.
network or wetwork?
i'm getting kinda worried that i (or somebody else) will have to resort to borderline spamming the thread to hit >>900 in time
A little margin of error is desirable. Don't want to be overshooting, now.
that was fair at best, really
Aw man, I just realized I might not be here when that day comes.
>>202
That is literally the whole point of this thread and all its previous incarnations.
You know what grinds my gears? Mixing pixel scales. Pick a multiplier and stick with it!
You know what's even grindier? Mixing pixel scales AT NON-INTEGER RATIOS. Just hire an artist already!
You know what's even more grindiest? Scaling up pixel art, then ROTATING IT ARBITRARILY at the higher resolution. IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT!
I'm trying to study, brain. This is maybe not the best time to plan out the rest of my life in great detail while shopping for expensive toys.
As an aside, it's kind of crappy to put material on a midterm half a week before the corresponding assignment is due.
>>212
I hate games where it's clear that all the pixel art was ripped from somewhere else. None of it matches up and the whole game looks like a giant collage of suck.
On top of that, they usually have shitty mechanics too.
>>212
diagonal noodle Megaman with mixed pixels
"Perfect! This is exactly what those games looked like!"
>>217
Sure, but that's the point. I'm thinking more like the kind of newgrounds shit that gets featured on retsufrash.
>>202
No need to worry. Punctual gomez will save it like last time if it comes to it no matter how many posts are required.
>>201 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4q7nKcVhes
ffo: DEVO, P-MODEL, POLYSICS
Drowning in Ass (Tenacious D remix)
There,s just one problem: I can't draw
Not with that attitude you can't. Get a pencil and paper and go at it. Do it every day until you get good at it.
>>224
Indeed. You're going to suck for a while, too, and that can feel pretty discouraging. Consider it a necessary phase, like being a caterpillar. Every butterfly was a caterpillar once, nobody got the fast track (no matter how it might look from the outside).
One of the best things about drawing is that you don't have to spend much at all. You can get a ream of printer paper for a few bucks, a box of pencils for a few bucks, and you're supplied for several months. Obviously you can spend more if you want, but ultimately the only thing really holding you back is whether you sit down and draw.
I;m thinking about thos Beans
I've been working on this game stuff all day and I should stop because I might die, but there's so much cool stuff to do
gaaaah, more context switching
I was just getting into the interesting stuff too
i refuse to post in this thread. good luck getting to >>900 without my help!
"A sample of the pure element has never been assembled, because any macroscopic specimen would be immediately vaporized by the heat of its own radioactivity."
astatine is hardcore
Yo it's not an ad in space. You're not allowed to advertise in space. It's illegal. Guy just put his old car in orbit, that's it. Let him have his fun. Do you know how much you have to hate your old car to shoot it into the fucking sun?
one more day of hell for now, just gotta hang on for one more dayyyyy
Steve Caballero - The 900
>>233
I also refuse! Why should we have to help? You won't catch me posting in this thread.
I wanna be the 900th, like no one ever was
Only 6.221E15 nanoseconds to go!
I can wait. Only for 71 days, though. No more, no less.
Sooner or later, everything makes me erect
every john cusack movie from the 80s but it's shia labeouf digitally edited in lipsyncing badly
Time marches on
Time makes me erect
Even Receives Erections Caused by Time
fly by night away from here
i'm late i'm late i'm late
they're eating him!
and then they're going to eat me!
（★⚈ω⚈）♪ Hello. I am "Ms. Likes To Make Song Threads". I do believe this is a thread in need of a song, so I would like to make a song out of it. That is why my name is "Ms. Likes To Make Song Threads".
Title: >>300
First verse: >>333,400,444,500
Chorus: >>897-900
Second verse: >>555,600,700,777
Chorus: >>897-900
Bridge: >>666,696
Third verse: >>897-900
Chorus (repeat 4 times): >>897-900
Last line: >>901
Best strike up the band then!
Just listen to your heart
No, this is not okay
Putting in the "hard work"
hard work is not worth any amount of anything
Ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｅａｓｙ ｗｏｒｋ
Putting it in the cute girl
Preserving deceased pets in cider
A nice putt.
YOU ARE A PRO GOLFER
Keep the dead puppy inside her.
Eagle!
we're in the rough lads
puttanesca
pizza mozarrella
parmigiano reggiano
Let's mosey
what can I do diddily doodily diddly hobbily hibbily gobbily gobbily gobble gabba gabba HEYYYY
Eternal September is preventing people from getting wizard powers at age 30.
"The day of reckoning can not be postponed indefinitely!" a thousand thousand abstinents shrieked. Ah, but it can. And it shall.
I have been coming to this website for so long. It seems strange. kareha.pl here is set to always be September. My life has changed a lot in the last decade. This place remains the same. It's still alive, it still makes me laugh, people still post. Oh! The people! You! God, have you been here as long as I? Who are you? Ten years ago I was in High School and I was posting here from a homebrew web browser on a hacked PSP on summer afternoons after track practice. But you were there too, weren't you? You're still here. Way back then I replied to your posts and you replied to mine, About 10 years later, is that still the same person there? Is it still you? It is of course a integral part of chan culture to specifically not have identities. I like it that way. But I cannot help myself from wondering who you all are, considering we have spent so much time here, together. For about 10 years a group of people have continually come together in one place and had fun together, never meeting or knowing each other. I think that is pretty interesting.
I hope you are well.
I am well, thank you. More well, in fact, than I was when I first started visiting here, a little over 10 years ago.
Namaste, bakas
I've come and gone a few times over the years. For a while SAoVQ was my goto, but I got pretty tired of the spillover from less civilized boards. I think that ended up driving a lot of other posters away as well. Nowadays it's this place and an obscure animu imageboard. I've long been a fan of small comfy boards, and it's always sad to watch them die off. And yet the Elitist Superstructure continues to survive. Thanks for being here.
Years ago I remember downloading DQN ELECTRONICS VOL 3 out of curiosity and falling in love with the idea of it. Being able to contribute to the VIPtronic series has been an honor, and I hope the tradition of silly anonymous musical (and non-musical) collaboration continues, on whatever board it may be.
Amen.
Pretty much the same except I came over way back when DQN Electronics Volume 9 was making the rounds on some torrents boards but unfortunately my music only ended up making it onto the first few SAoVIPQ albums. I always secretly thought DQN albums had far more quality. Volume 11 remains a personal fav to this day.
honkwitdahonk da bonkdabonk tickle head the tickle head the pickle head pat pet the pickle
I need to eat the earth.
I found this place when I googled the Yoshinoya rant ages ago, oh, must've been 1993...
I once sent a pack of stolen sweets to DQN-kun in America!
( ˃ Д˂) That was you? I got 10 years in the slammer for receiving stolen property, you cunt!
For some reason I think both DQN and the former secret area have been a collective of creative people, especially electronic musicians... I wonder why that is? I guess underground internet culture tends to overlap with underground electronic music...
In any case, I look forward to seeing what we can accomplish in the next decade. They'll never stop our fiery burning hearts.
I suppose it's strange in retrospect that I never really took part in the "music scene" here (not even giving the albums much attention). If you knew me from other parts of the Internet you'd think that'd be right up my alley.
Nonetheless, I do appreciate that music is an art form where you can express yourself pretty fully (and on a schedule) without conclusively outing yourself or needing to collaborate intensively. There are a lot of things that tend to kill Internet projects, but compilation albums dodge a lot of them.
I love strange, obscure, obtuse music, and the DQN ELECTRONICS compilations are a certain unique kind of weird music
I don't mean to alarm you, but the Emergency Mittens have been released!
Much as high fashion has been ridiculed as a joke played on rich wannabes, my experience with "ideal builds" is that they're jokes played on competitive wannabes.
I can feel it
There are fewer days left than there hare minutes in an hour
My favorite the best 3 my little ponys are, apple cider, happy sack, metallica,
I predict
300GET
The days get longer and the nights are shorter
give it up for day three!
that was a much longer nap than it shoud have been, but at least I'm less sleep-deprived now
c'mon, just gotta get this thing done so I can go play with my friends
we wont make it
I have resigned myself to it.
We must carry on
>>308
Y'know, I was kinda hoping we'd carry TI or Maxim instead.
April 21-22
we're all gonna make it brah
It hurts to breathe
It still amazes me that I can hotplug peripherals, after growing up with SCSI and ADB.
have I mentioned how much I hate group projects? because yeahhhhh
"coloring black people" feels like an odd statement
Li'l star, twinkle twinkle
Someday when we two are
On the stage of dreams extending our hands
Middle fingers standing up tall
In our boring world
Now we'll be together
Forevermore and for ever
Best of best friends,
Darling, darling, wow
Whoa
Poppy pappy day~
>>312
What BotW could have done, but didn't, was create a pattern of killing monsters and getting rewards: animals give you consumables, mooks give you consumables + disposable weapons, minibosses give you equippable items, bosses give you a piece of heart and story progression. Instead they introduced the second step and ditched the third. That's my thoughts on breathe.
>>318 No, I have a chest infection. The past three days I've woken up and immediately coughed up a chunk of something like the Smarties mix they use to make McFlurries
I get what you're saying, you make good points, but no way am I changing architectures this late in the project, what with having to do three members' worth of technical work already. Leave me alone and you will get a working product. Meddle around and you might get a working product.
that mini-rustle when people call something a manuscript but it's actually typed
More generally, a differential diagnostic procedure is a systematic diagnostic method used to identify the presence of a disease entity where multiple alternatives are possible. This method is essentially a process of elimination or at least a process of obtaining information that shrinks the "probabilities" of candidate conditions to negligible levels, by using evidence such as symptoms, patient history, and medical knowledge to adjust epistemic confidences in the mind of the diagnostician (or, for computerized or computer-assisted diagnosis, the software of the system).
Differential diagnosis can be regarded as implementing aspects of the hypothetico-deductive method, in the sense that the potential presence of candidate diseases or conditions can be viewed as hypotheses that physicians further determine as being true or false.
Common abbreviations of the term "differential diagnosis" include DDx, ddx, DD, D/Dx, ΔΔ, or ΔΔ𝛘.[citation needed]
Kick yourself in the shin. Go on, just a light tap will do. Now kick yourself in the other shin. Got it? Now do both at the same time. This is what we're trying to do here.
The institution achieved, over the course of one or two decades, almost complete success. The problem which it was created to solve was almost entirely eradicated, appearing only in historical records and pathological examples in technical discussions.
The institution then, perhaps subconsciously realizing that its very survival depended on having a problem to solve, refused to take the final, trivial steps required to complete their task. Instead, they cautiously and carefully began to re-interpret their original mission in an open-ended way. They also sought to establish goodwill for themselves by advertising these new, completely unnecessary goals to younger audiences who were largely unfamiliar with the original, almost-solved problem.
Today, the institute yearly churns out reams of documentation, standards, and recommendations. The rest of the industry has largely given up following these documents because they solve no compelling issue, and do not solve the existing, serious problems brought about by earlier reams. Younger 'enthusiasts' on social media boast about how much money they've donated to fund future documents. Members of the committee eagerly discuss difficult solutions to easy problems nobody has.
Less than two months left.
ナニ！？
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
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There's no escaping the 9000th. Maybe, a thousand days or so ago, we could have avoided it. But not now.
Hurry up!
Keep moving
333GET
I just downloaded like 128mb more RAM, I can feel the difference already. Hope I don't get caught though.
Don't call me bitch
Bitch
I was convinced the "FIRST BLOOD" sfx was from Halo, for some reason. I could hear it in the guy's voice and everything.
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
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GO GO GO GO
11 posts per day for 50 days. A gruelling ordeal that only the hardiest of the DQNs will survive.
I kinda wish the posting rate was much lower so the gomez gang would have to bail us out again at the 11th hour like last time.
Tony Hawk reminded me of you >>900-kun, how are you doing these days?
just looking at all the stuff out there and thinking to myself, that really is a lot of stuff
premature gomez
I wonder what Tony Hawk does these days. Is the skating fad over by now?
If you post,
You can earn $9,000 too.
http://4-ch.net/dqn
Commanism
Will Aniki rise again on day 9000?
Rest in peace, sweet Aniki
don't know why I bothered, but I'm glad I did
ten posts a g'day
Governed by the laws of nature
fuck russia
the sky is so blue and beautiful, why is it still like 8 degrees outside
Chokehold
>>369
it's so cold because there's no clouds to trap the heat in, usually it's colder on days when there are no clouds in the sky
fuck usa
The cold must cease, it is damned spring-September.
useless bunnies only good for cuddling
Dojin depictions of Reisen tend to be pretty hawt.
>>370
Those bastard clouds, oppressing the infrared like that. Let My Kinetic Energy Go!
watch this space
walk this way
I am feeling fat and sassy
repent sinners
I remember me and my cousin stumbled across Rejected one night and when he was old enough for it he got a tattoo of it. I guess he really liked that short.
Mary Ellen needs a ride. We're going by her place.
>>381
Having a spoon that's too big is more relatable than it might seem at first.
pulling the threads of fate
the bathroom is full, guess I might as well take out the recycling while I wait
>>384
How relatable is this: wanting a spoon, but being forced to choose between washing a big spoon or using a little spoon?
Do you ever butter your toast with a fork rather than clean a knife?
I just rub the entire stick over the toast
I butter the pan by unwrapping one end of the stick and using it like a crayon.
i just take a bite of bread and chase it with a sip of molten butter
it's spooky when dogs have nightmares
it's spooky when I accidentally double post and don't remember it
A choir sings from a score inscribed on a pair of buttocks,[43] part of a group that has been described as the "Musicians' Hell".[47]
Who gets their butter in a stick? It's more like a brick
I successfully applied percussive maintenance to reseat my 2012 MBP's internal battery. Eat your heart out, iFixit!
>>400 in the manner of esteemed Italian engineer Arthur Fonzarelli, ayyyyy
2011-2012 was peak laptop. They will never be as good, ever again
Sent from my iPad
I should have read the textbook a long time ago, much easier to understand than the prof
Hello I'm here because I remember that /prog/ stayed here for a while after progriders went down could you please tell me where they're posting now if possible thank you
we're going to make it!
why am I arguing on the internet
it's like it's 2009 and I'm dumb again
transmission what are you doing
I have the files right here, I know they're the right files because I just got them directly from the original source five minutes ago, how can you not see them COME ON THEY ARE RIGHT THERE RECOGNIZE THEM AND START SEEDING ALREADY
all I want to do is revive a couple of dead torrents and this is the kind of treatment I get, what's a DQN gotta do these days for a little good karma
Jordan Pee 🅱️eterson
Kermit the 🅱️rog
>>412 Check your filenames. Check your download directory. Ensure that they are actually the same files. Choose the option to verify local files, then start it.
>>415
did all that, it worked for some other stuff just before. usually transmission picks it up right away if it's in the directory, in this case it didn't, and tried to overwrite one of the files with the 400kb of data that is out there. best I can figure is they repacked it sometime in the last 5 years or so and now the hashes don't match, and since they're monolithic rars instead of individual files any change nukes the whole thing. I guess I could just create fresh torrents with the new files though.
My animu collection/stockpile continues to grow. I now have about twice as much unwatched as watched. My rate of consumption does not justify this.
At least hard drives are cheap and small.
｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I regret to inform you that Prof. Hawking will not be attending this matsuri.
>>418 Have a bit of self-respect and capitalise the "I" when you talk about yourself
nouns are adjectives when we use them to describe what something is made of
IT'S
BEEN
someBODY
What's the word again, for when redundant aspects of physical things are kept in digital versions, for a nicer user experience or familiarity or something? Things like, using wooden-style interfaces for software synths, or digital calendars using pages for months, or using an animated page-turning interface for .pdfs.
I'm sure I learned the word here a while ago but I've forgotten.
stop posting you fucks we're gonna hit 900 too early
>>426
I was just thinking the other day how British it is to "have a <verb>", where essentially any intransitive verb is acceptable versus a more limited subset in many other places.
>>430 I don't think that's especially British, we use it in America too. Have a drink, have a smoke, have a nap. To me the bigger British English vs American English difference is the tendency to use 'have' vs 'do' as an auxiliary verb. Eg "I haven't got any"(quintessential UK) vs "I don't have any"(quintessential US).
Dear $POO_FACE,
You seem to be confused about what communication is appropriate in our relationship.
If it's important, by all means ping me. If it isn't important, I invite you to bugger the whole nine yards off.
For reference, your current count of important messages is as follows: 0
With utmost respect,
$DQN
Also the way "have a <verb>" is used is similar to the diminutive form from some other languages, adding a bit of cheekiness and the implication that the verb in question will be finished quickly and not have too much effort put into it.
>>428
That's why I said the whole
>though “a walk”, not “walking”
thing, to distinguish the concept I was mentioning from gerunds.
I never really noticed it said "Jimmy The Ass Carter" on this old sticker that came with the house.
What kind of house even comes with a sticker?
So do I.
If you sign up,
You can earn $1,000,000 too.
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>>445
Nope, just have an ankle I've sprained one time too many.
As sticks go, I prefer the hook style wooden ones to those pansy ass aluminum ones with their rubber coated handles for whiny babies.
>>446 For my birthday one year my granny gave me a walking stick, and the knob screws off to reveal a long glass tube full of whisky with two tiny little metal cups.
Now I wonder if there's one that does double duty as a hidden hooch vessel and a firearm.
Sister Act 3: Tiny Disk Invasion
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Ah, little sweet Dolores...
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
there'll be bums
Afrika Bambaataa - Looking For The Perfect Beat
key lime yogurt, yeah boyeeeee
im gay
me too, wanna be gay together
sure, why not whips out vagina
I'm not.
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The day is always nearer than it was before
Running out of time as usual
The posts/day isn't a goal... it's a restraint. [Musical sting]
If you post,
You can get get much DNQ coins and a nice post number for free
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> So there were many knights that made there a vow that and ever they met with Morgan le Fay, that they would show her short courtesy.
Wow, that's pretty harsh, considering like this is a book where the heroes straight up behead most of the people who fuck with 'em.
Post again
and again
#Labor Union
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I need to share this, and this thread seems the best place to. I've never had a waifu, I could just not connect. My standards for both 2D and 3D are tremendously high.
Recently we've been having a surge in cross dressing threads, and I really got into it. Long story short, I have found that I am my own waifu. I will create a nice dinner for myself, think of something to play on my piano, and masturbate the night away.
I'm already so excited, this must be how many of you have felt around your special someone for all this time.
Aristotle mayo
'!? ""
Punctuation Gomez
Precise Gomez would never make that mistake.
Cleaning up all the boolean errors after carving accurate panel lines into a frozen sub-d model is a pain in the ass.
I hate hate hate doing real-world stuff for a high functioning autistic audience.
I also am in this thread.
Bob Morris asked, almost conversationally, "what are the arguments to ld?" Someone told him. We continued typing for the next minute, as a thought began to percolate, not quite to the top of the brain-- in other words, not quite fast enough.
feeling very old today
not even my DQN deadlines are ever going to come to a closure
>>484
You're going to be feeling a lot older in about 8 days, I bet.
this banana flavoured milk is puke
this puke flavored banana is milk
this milk flavored puke is banana
this puke milk is banana flavored
This quiche has bit the dust! It's an unquiche!
thank you for being kind to me even though i'm useless and i put it in without permission
The man checking me in nods to security, calling them off. “It’s fine, I understand,” he tells me generously.
“It’s just, everything seems so gay,” I admit.
Suddenly, a whole team of handsome young football players burst into the lobby, shouting and cheering as they slap each other on the ass with playful enthusiasm. They are all shirtless, with boyish smiles and an intoxicating, vibrant charm.
“Hey,” I offer, “mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” the man says.
I take a few steps closer and then, as my eyes adjust to the darkness, I freeze. The figure relaxing in the tub before me is not a man at all, but a swirling ethereal manifestation of my suffocating existential dread.
I should have known better than to go out walking this late in the evening, as my most oppressive moments of cosmic dread typically happen when I’m all alone in the middle of the night. This is the time that I’m usually thinking about my tiny place in the world, or what it will be like to die.
“Or whether or not you’re in a Chuck Tingle novel,” my existential dread interjects.
I nod.
a
cosmic angst gomez
Bollocks to it all.
It's so difficult to refrain from binging on carbs, I find.
Reverse lame confession: Amazon probably thinks I bought this tin of Darjeeling tea because of the anime character but I really only bought it because it was an add-on item that cost just enough to make my order get free shipping.
The tea is pretty good, too.
this milk is puke-banana flavored
Like it or not, the hours you work will have a huge impact on the rest of your life. Not just the hours
themselves, but when and where they occur.
We like to think that we're defined by what's inside, and most of the time this is the case, but
when you spend as much time behind the bar as I do it also starts to change you in unexpected ways.
First of all, I can't even remember the last time I saw any of my daytime friends, the ones
who work away at their nine-to-fives while the sun hangs overhead and blesses them with all of those
good vibes and Vitamin-D. These are the ones who can grab dinner after work at pretty much any
restaurant they want, without stooping to the level of whatever fast food is still open while I'm
driving home, desperately trying to make it into bed by the time the sun starts creeping up over the
distant horizon.
The bizarre schedule kinda makes me feel like a vampire, which is cool I suppose, but I also
miss all of my friends.
Sure, every once in a while they'll stop by and grab a quick drink of milk, but when I'm on
the clock I don't have much time to chat, especially in a milk bar as crowded as this one. I can barely
get in a hug and make a bit of small talk, but the second this is over then it's back to the grind, mixing
up strawberry Quick and popping the caps off of ice cold chocolate milk in the glass bottle.
Unless it's a Sunday night, of course, but who wants to go out on a Sunday.
The second way working as a bartender changes you is that it builds your tolerance for slow,
stupid, or otherwise annoying people. There is more anger and vileness directed at me while I'm
serving milk than I could have ever imagined, and somehow I've learned to deal with it.
People hopped up on ice cold milk are already a little frustrating, but when they don't feel
like they're getting served fast enough, or when they simply want to start a fight, things quickly get
amplified.
Fortunately, I have a whole slew of bouncers ready to pounce at a seconds notice, grabbing
the offending patron by the neck and literally throwing them out to the curb on more than one
occasion. Fortunately, most of the indiscretions of these folks aren't quite bad enough for a forced
removal, they're just rude.
This is where the changes come in. Over the first few weeks I felt like I was more short
tempered than usual, but eventually all of that anger just stopped. I became thick-skinned, impervious
to any bad behavior that might have otherwise bummed me out for days. Now when I call on the
bouncers to kick someone out, I do it with a smile and a nod.
It sounds nice, and I guess it's better than losing my mind every couple of nights, but once
that wall has been built up it's a very, very difficult thing to tear down. I feel the emotion that I once
experienced drifting away, all of the anger and frustration and rage, but all of the excitement and joy,
as well.
Or maybe I'm just taking all of this a bit too seriously.
Regardless, here I am again, standing behind the bar and staring out mindlessly as my head
swirls with thoughts about how I ended up here and what kind of havoc it's wreaking on my life. The
voice of the man standing before me finally stamps me out of it.
"Hey, hey!" he shouts, waving.
I glance down at him, realizing now that I must have been zoning out for quite a while.
"Can I get a drink?" he asks.
I nod, quickly collecting myself.
"Just a two percent glass of the white stuff," the guy orders, clearly a little annoyed but also
not the biggest jerk I've ever encountered around here. Not by a long short.
After all, he has a point. Right now I'm on the clock; the introspection can wait. "Sorry about
that," I say, and then quickly get to work fixing his drink.
It's Sunday night, so fortunately things are slow enough that I can actually get away with a
little bit of relaxation on the job. However, that also means there's nobody else here to help me or to
give me a quick nudge when I turn into a complete weirdo and stare off into space.
I finish up and hand off the man's drink. "That'll be thirteen bucks," I inform him.
The guy pulls out his wallet and gives me a twenty, then takes his glass of two percent and
walks off to meet his group of friends in the corner booth. That's a hell of a tip for a bartender that
barely even knew he was there.
"We just thought we'd stop in and say hi," Gorbot says with a smile.
"It's been a while," my living cookie Shipple adds, "you stopped eating us last month and
now I feel like we never see you."
I roll my eyes. "I'm on a diet, you know this."
"Well, we figured we would come to you instead," Gorbot continues.
I shake my head, not knowing what to say and suddenly finding myself incredibly touched by
the food's love and support. I've only had these cookies in my cabinet for five or six weeks now, but I
have never felt anything but love for this collection of awesome deserts.
Of course, I'll admit that there are times when I realize this feeling of love may be a little
more sexually potent than I'd like to admit, but that kind of goes without saying when you consider the
fact that we're all pretty attractive and living in a post-college world where casual sex and hook ups
with your own living food is the norm. In reality, these cookies are completely off limits, there to eat
and nothing more, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that my mind had wandered there once or twice.
I honestly think the thing that's most attractive about my five living cookies has nothing to do
with their handsome chocolate chip features; however, it's the fact that they seem a little competitive
for my attention and approval. Of course, Gorbot usually wins, but the quarreling will always be so
exciting to watch.
"You guys want something to drink?" I ask, continuing to pass out hugs left and right before
finally returning to my position behind the bar once more.
"Just a round of milks," Gorbot informs me.
I smile and fetch a few bottles for them, popping off the tops and then passing them out.
"How much?" my living cookie asks.
I laugh. "Please, these are on the house tonight."
"You sure, Nick?" Shipple chimes in. "Your boss isn't going to get mad?" He nods up
towards a security camera behind me, the menacing little box and it's blinking red light pointed
directly at us.
I smile and then lean in close to the crew of living cookies. "Top secret info. It's fake."
"Whoa, really?" Gorbot laughs.
I nod.
"Well alright then," my living cookie says, hoisting his milk into the air. "Let's party then!"
The desserts all cheer and for a brief moment I actually feel something, a wave of joy and
humanity washing across me in a soothing pulse. I had no idea what a welcome break this surge of
emotion would be until it comes.
Suddenly, however, I'm pulled back down to reality as I notice the guy that I had previously
helped is standing behind my living cookies, angrily trying to push past and make his way up to the
bar.
"Hey, what's up?" I question, putting up my wall again as the man arrives and set his glass
down angrily.
"This two percent tastes like skim," the man states bluntly.
Immediately, my living cookies go quiet, observing the situation with the intensity of
disciplined guard dogs, just waiting for their chance to pounce.
I glance at Gorbot, signally to him that everything is okay.
"Can I make you a new one?" I ask the man who had seemed so generous when he tipped me
before.
"I don't know, can you?" the man asks, a decidedly juvenile comeback. Obviously, this guy
has had a little too much milk tonight and is simply looking to start a fight, but I still remain perfectly
calm. I am made of stone, and nothing can penetrate my cool exterior.
"I sure can," I tell him, with a smile that comes across as genuine as it possibly can.
In most situations, this would be the end of it, but tonight this particular asshole is looking
for conflict and he's not backing down until he gets it. The man raises his glass up in the air and then
turns it over, pouring the drink out across the bar as I jump back in surprise.
Immediately, my living cookies are upon him, Gorbot laying the guy out in a single punch
while the others grab his crumpled body and begin to carry him towards the door. This would have
worked out just fine had the gentleman in question not been accompanied by a booth full of other
angry loudmouths who quickly come to his aid. The next thing I know, all hell has broken lose, the
entire bar now a tumbling fistfight between man and food. I glance over and see Rick, the bouncer,
running across the room and diving into the fray, pulling people apart and trying his best to deescalate
the situation.
"Them!" I yell to Rick, pointing at the group of angry patrons. "Get them out of here!"
The bouncer nods and, somehow, manages to separate the groups enough so that the fighting
stops momentarily.
"All of you," Rick yells, a fire in his eyes as he points to the asshole and his buddies, "get
the fuck out of here and don't you dare come back."
I can see now that the men are completely bruised and beaten, clearly not fairing well against
my muscular living cookies who all seem to be perfectly fine, not the least bit crumbly after this
unexpected battle.
I have to admit, for as violent as this brutish display was, there is something kind of hot
about the way that my living cookies all rushed in to defend me. I don't want to be proud of them,
especially after they threw the first punch, but I am. Maybe it's the fact that my emotions have been
kept so pent up inside lately, or maybe this is just a feeling that his been bubbling up within me for a
while. Whatever the reason, I can't help feeling the slightest bit aroused by the rough and tumble
deserts.
I know, I know, these are my living cookie's we're talking about here and there is absolutely
no way that anything could ever happen between us. The hint of desire that is sparking within me is
not something I would ever act on, but it feels so good to nurse and feed this little flame. After all, it's
just a fantasy, right? It's not like we are actually ever going to hook up, especially since there are five
of them left in the package and only one of me.
Still, I'll let them be my knights in shining armor for a brief moment.
Eventually, Rick convinces the angry patrons to leave, closing and locking the door behind
them.
"Let's shut it down," Rick says, "it's late and I don't have the patience to deal with anymore
dicks like that. I don't want you to have to wait around for customers that never come, either."
I nod. Typically, a bouncer would be the last guy to make this kind of call, but he's close
friends with the owner and I trust his judgment on this slow Sunday eve. Looks like nobody is that
interested in drinking milk tonight.
"Fair enough," I tell him. "I've just gotta clean up and let my living cookies finish their
drinks."
Rick glances over at the guys curiously. "Ah ha! I've heard a lot about you. Nick's had you in
his cupboard for a while now, right? I hear you taste great," he says, shaking everyone's hand. "I
thought you guys were just some random heroes for a minute there."
"Oh, they're heroes," I offer.
Eventually, Rick leaves and the whole gang of us finds ourselves with our own private bar
for the night.
We chat and catch up, enjoying each other's company over on a collection of vintage leather
couches in the back corner. The desserts even talk me into having a glass of skim for myself, which is
pretty nice and makes me loosen up a bit more.
My life has just gotten so tense lately, and the relief that I feel sitting around with these
handsome gay confectioneries is almost indescribable. I don't even fight it when my thoughts begin to
drift into the places where they shouldn't, noticing how toned and muscular Shipple's chips have
gotten, or sitting a little too close to Gorbot and placing my hand on his crumbling, baked edge.
The rest of my living cookies notice this but say nothing, clearly trying to play it off as a little
harmless fun like I am. I can't help but feel that we all sense it, however, the strange tension that has
infiltrated our collective. Maybe it's the milk, or the pulsing adrenalin left over from the fight earlier.
Whatever the cause, it's potent.
"I'm so glad you all came to see me," I tell Gorbot, gushing. "I really am. I mean, I just
spend so much time in this place feeling nothing at all, surrounded by people but closed off to
everyone. I feel like I can totally open up to you guys."
"Of course you can open up to us," Gorbot says, pulling me even closer to him, "we're your
cookies."
My heart skips a beat as our warmth mingles, the familiar scent of his sugary body wafting
into my nostrils.
"I feel like I can tell you anything," I finally admit, the words somehow taking on much more
weight than I ever expected them to. They seem to hang in the air before us, waiting patiently to be
taken advantage of.
"Like what?" Shipple finally asks, pulling the trigger. "Something on your mind, Nick?"
I shake my head, but can't help revealing myself with a mischievous smile that creeps out
across my face despite my best efforts to contain it. "No, just saying," I tell them.
Shipple eyes me suspiciously. "I've seen you devour enough of my friends to know when
you're full of it," he explains. "Come on, you can tell us. What's on your mind?"
I bite my lip, as if it could somehow keep my mouth from opening up and spilling the beans,
but my efforts are useless.
"Okay," I finally say, "but you have to promise that you won't think it's weird."
My living cookies all nod, every one of them locked onto me with rapt attention.
"I thought it was really sexy the way that you cookies all defended me," I finally admit.
The desserts all crack wide smiles, exchanging glances with one another.
Shipple shrugs and chuckles to himself. "That's your big secret, Nick? Do you realize how
sexy I think you are all the time?"
My breath catches in my throat as I try to remain composed. I don't want any of them to know
how horny this revelation makes me. Like I said before, I'm typically pretty great with my poker face,
but in this case I've let myself slip. It's almost as though I want to be caught.
I realize now just how badly I want to feel something, to let any emotions surge through me
the way that they used to before I took on this stupid job. I want to be free to make crazy impulsive
decisions, I want to be the one getting into trouble inside of breaking the trouble up.
"It's too bad you're my living cookies," I finally say, my voice trembling slightly. "You
know, food and nothing more."
"Why?" asks Gorbot, turning his brown cookie head to look down at me. I can feel his thumb
running back and forth across the flesh of my hip, testing my limits.
"Because we could all hook up if you weren't on my grocery list," I tell him, diving in
completely.
The cookies are silent, the entire gang of us as tense as we've ever been. Music plays softly
over the speakers above, doing it's best to fill in the awkward empty space while my heart nearly
pounds out of my chest.
Suddenly, Gorbot leans in and kisses me deeply on the mouth.
My first instinct is to pull away, but as the surge of relief washes over me I switch gears
completely. The floodgates have been opened and there is no going back. I am fully invested in this
gay fantasy now, and I intend to take things all the way. Even though I am perfectly straight, I'm
determined to get the homoerotic sensation that I so desperately crave from my dessert.
Suddenly overwhelmed with lust, I stand up from the leather couch, letting the guys watch me
like a pack of hungry animals while I stroll out into the middle of them.
"If we're gonna do this," I say, "let's fucking do it. Now stand up and get out those cocks of
yours."
Then cookies don't have to be told twice, rising from their chairs in the circle and then
quickly pulling out their massive, engorged shafts. I drop down into a squat between them, admiring
their impressive members as they surround me in a forest of sugary, living cookie dick.
Overwhelmed with gay arousal, begin to furiously suck them off, pumping my head up and
down over the length of their rods as I make my way around the circle. It appears that the desserts
weren't expecting such adept oral skill from their horny owner, but they quickly fall into step with my
passionate blowjobs, placing large, familiar hands on the back of my head and helping to pump me up
and down.
Eventually, I take one of my living cookie's giant rods and push it down as far as I can,
letting his length slide deep into the depths of my throat. Despite my enthusiasm, however, I'm not
quite ready for Shipple's incredible size and, the next thing I know, I'm gagging on his mammoth
baked dick.
The handsome confectionery pulls out as I sputter and gasp, trying desperately to collect my
senses. "I'm sorry, let's try that again," I offer.
I open wide and my living cookie slips his cock within for a second time, only now I've
somehow managed to relax enough to allow his manhood to be fully consumed. His cock sinks deeper
and deeper into my throat, finally coming to rest with his balls pressed tightly against my chin.
I look up at Shipple's chocolaty eyes and give a playful wink, allowing him to enjoy the
sensation of complete consumption as he holds me here.
Meanwhile, I reach out with each hand and grab ahold of two other massive living cookie
dicks, stroking them off in a series of slow, firm pumps. The desserts seem to enjoy this greatly,
letting out a chorus of deep moans as they trade positions within my hands.
Eventually, I run out of air and am finally forced to pull back with a gasp, releasing
Shipple's huge rod from my throat. I am so horny that I can hardly stand it, trembling with anticipation
as I look up at the gang with wild, lustful eyes.
"I can't believe this is happening," I tell them, "I can't believe I'm sucking off the leftover
cookies from my kitchen cabinet."
"Trust me, I can't believe it either," Shipple admits.
"I want you inside of me," I beg. "I need your big, sweet, cocks."
I stand up and walk over to a nearby coffee table, stripping my clothes off as I go and then
bending my toned, muscular body over it. I look back at the forbidden men coyly.
"Get over here and pound this tight gay ass!" I command.
My handsome living cookies immediately follow my instructions and, the next thing I know,
they have surrounded me once more, beating off their dicks while they watch Gorbot align his cock
with my puckered butthole. I can feel him teasing the edges of my tightness, then moments later he
slides deep inside of me.
I let out a sharp yelp as my body adjusts to my living cookie's massive size. He is absolutely
enormous, the thickness of his taboo shaft stretching my limits and filling me completely.
My muscular living cookie pumps in and out, slowly at first and then gaining speed with
every thrust until, eventually, he is pounding me with everything that he's got. The force of his
confident slams shakes the coffee table below me, our loud rhythm ringing out through the whole bar.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I begin to cry, unable to contain all of the pleasant prostate sensation as it
flows through me. "You're fucking me so good!"
I'm ready to continue my erotic diatribe but, at this point, another one of my living cookies
kneels down before me and shoves his massive rod between my lips. Suddenly, I find myself
completely silenced, unable to make any sound other than a wild grunt as I'm pounded from either
end.
These cookies slam away at me brutally but, surprisingly, the more rough they are with my
body, the more it turns me on. I want to be completely used by my living desserts, their own personal
sex toy for the evening.
Eventually, the confectionaries in both of my holes pull out and let another pair have a turn,
trading places within my tightness as they form lines at either end of the coffee table. Each living
cookie is just as skilled as the first, however, picking up right where the last one left off and plowing
away at my butt with a passionate fury.
I can feel the first hints of prostate orgasm begin to blossom within me, starting deep down in
my stomach and then spreading out as it courses across my arms and legs. I start to tremble and shake,
my muscles spasming while I reach a single hand down to stroke my cock.
Closer and closer I edge towards a powerful orgasm, almost reaching the final breaking
point when suddenly my living cookie pulls out of me and give my ass a hard slap.
I look back at him, confused. "What's going on?" I ask.
"There's something we've all joked about doing for a while," my living cookie admits. "I
think now is the time."
"What do you mean?" I question, not quite sure what to make of his erotic admission.
The handsome desserts don't answer, but two of them silently help me to my feet while I am
replaced on the coffee table by one of my living cookies. The familiar food is laying on his back, his
massive cock jutting out from his ripped body like a beautiful tower of aching flesh.
"Get on," he commands.
I do as I'm told, throwing my muscular legs around either side of the table and then
crouching down onto the massive dick below me. As my living cookie enters my reamed out butthole
I grab onto his shoulders, guiding my descent until I am completely impaled across the length of his
giant member.
It feels absolutely incredible, and my body instinctively begins to buck against him in slow
but firm swoops. Every grind of my hips grows harder and deeper, my body still trying to adjust to his
size until finally the sensation is just too incredible and I begin to fuck him hard, riding his dick like a
jackhammer.
"Fuck yes!" I scream, the sensation of orgasm boiling up within me once more. "Oh my god,
that dick is so fucking good! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
I'm so caught up in the moment that I barely notice a second muscular dessert climb into
position behind me. Suddenly, all of that changes however, as this leftover cookie places his thick
cock against the puckered entrance of my already filled asshole and slams forward, double
penetrating me ruthlessly.
I let out a wild scream of pain and pleasure, my body barely having any time to adjust to the
powerful fullness. I look back at my living cookie in shock, but what started as a moment of anger
quickly transforms into a lustful snarl. The feeling is unexpected, unlike anything I have ever
experienced, but it's also quite amazing.
Soon enough, I find myself fully enjoying the sensation of their double plugging. The three of
us eventually find a rhythm together, pulsing like some strange, sexual hybrid. My breathing heavy, I
reach down between my legs and begin to frantically beat my dick, adding even more pleasure to the
already overwhelming onslaught. My eyes roll back into my head as a long, powerful groan escapes
my throat.
"I'm gonna cum," I start chanting, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum so
hard!"
The tension within me has built to a breaking point, ready to burst as I tremble and shake
wildly. Everything in my body is clenched tight, just waiting to explode until finally it does and I let
out a roar of joyful ecstasy.
"I'm cumming!" I scream, my jizz flying everywhere.
The living cookies who are double fucking my butthole don't let up for a second, giving it to
me with everything that they've got and sticking with it throughout the entire orgasm. Every slam
within me just adds to the blinding throbs of sensation, treating me to wave after wave of bliss until,
finally, I fall forward in exhaustion. I am completely spent as I lay here against the food.
"That was fucking amazing," I gush.
These handsome desserts aren't finished with me yet, though.
The next thing I know, the living cookie who fucks my asshole from behind has picked up
speed, slamming me hard and then pushing deep as he explodes with a payload of hot chocolate
syrup. His warm sweetness fills my ass quickly, gushing forth with a supernatural intensity until its
squirting out from the edges of my packed anal rim.
"Fuck yeah, shoot that chocolate syrup deep into your owner's maxed out asshole," I
encourage. "Fill me up!"
When my living cookie finally pulls out a whole torrent of chocolate comes with him, the
liquid running down my ass and providing ample lube for the next living confectionery in line.
Soon enough, another edible lover has stepped up to take the last one's place, aligning the
head of his shaft with my rim and then plowing forward in a second, brutal double anal penetration.
My toned living cookie quickly gets to work slamming my butthole, enjoying my tightness and then
thrusting deep to release a load of his own.
"Oh shit!" I cry out, my handsome lover's syrup swirling within me as it mixes with the
sticky sweetness that came before it.
My living cookie stays put until he has completely emptied himself and then finally pulls out
to allow a third one to take his place.
The guys continue like this for what seems like forever, plowing my reamed butthole and
then eventually blowing their load into the mix with the others. Eventually, the last living cookie
finishes within me and I find myself with only one left to satisfy, Gorbot, who has been so diligently
ramming my ass from the front.
Gorbot pushes me off of him and then stands up, beating off his dick furiously while I look up
and smile from my knees below. I stick out my tongue, coaxing him onward until finally my living
cookie explodes across my face. His warm, brown spunk flies everywhere, though I manage to catch
quite a bit of it in my mouth and then swallow hungrily.
"That was really nice," I tell Gorbot, "you taste great."
Gorbot reaches down and takes me by the hand, helping me to my feet. "Of course, I do, I'm
four hundred calories of nothing but fat and sugar."
I glance around the circle of handsome gay desserts, the guys looking beautifully toned and
muscular as they catch their breath in the dim light of the bar.
"We can't tell anyone," I remind my living cookies. "I don't want to have to fuck everything
in the entire kitchen."
"Of course not," Gorbot assures me. "Never again."
I think about this for a moment and then suddenly shake my head. "On second thought, tell
everyone you can. I can't want to see what a living cheeseburger feels like pounding away at my
butt."
The cookies all burst into a fit of laugher and we all exchange enthusiastic high fives.
interesting captchas encountered over the course of this copype:
lick
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marble
Everyone relies on Punctual Gomez, but you should never take people for granted.
hey guys, I'm here just in time to save the day!
gastrointestinal gomez
phallic gomez
fiscally responsible gomez
unacknowledged regret gomez
despicably gorgeous gomez
meta gomez
IN AN INTERSTELLAR BURST
I'M BACK TO SAVE THE UNIVERSE!
You can (not) post
just gotta bust my butt and finish this thing so I can do the stuff I want to do
I can't believe the time of my prophesised death is coming this month. There were still many things I wanted to do!
Relaxed fishing gnomez
Plain ol' Gomez
Jerkboy Gomez who gets laid a lot more than you.
Sweet-&-Sour Gomez
It's so close, I just might shed a nut-tear
Gomez told me to get spicy lube
Irrelevant Gomez just stays at home all day.
There's something satisfying about reviving dead torrents. It's certainly not important in the grand scheme, but it's neat to find something where there are those three or four leechers who've been holding out for years and prove their hope was not in vain. We'll never know each other, but I guess that's the beauty of the Internet.
Spicy chicken flavoured lube, that was my idea
pairing knife: a utensil used to separate crack ships
Seasons will pass you by
You will pass by Sizzlers.
And then what?
just remembered the single most horrific and cursed image I've ever seen
luckily I still had it, to share it with you
as a funk band, law dictates that we must play this stupid song, so here goes
funk
future funk
future bass
drum and bass
Vegeta, what does the scouter say about his shitpost level?
beware of dog
beware of god
bewareofgod
Bewared Goof
Badge Woofer
Barge Woofed
Forage Bowed
Wag Forebode
A Brewed Goof
A Dweeb Forgo
A Bowed Gofer
A Bowed Forge
A Befog Rowed
A Befog Dower
A Berg Woofed
A Bower Defog
A Brew Goofed
errythang gonna be daijobu ya feel me dqn
babflabspabclabgnabgib
What is the hardest part of a vegetable to eat?
The wheelchair.
433473.
ohayou dqn
it been a while
u still... kakkoii?
Slightly less trivial examples are obtained by including infinite leaves spiraling towards closed leaves.
The Elitist Superstructure of Lolicore Connoisseurs
私はもう死んでいる
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wait i misread and thought today was the 8997th, I summoned punctual ass for nothing
NIGGAS IFFY UH
BLICKY,
>READ THE STICKY
UH
I WON'T LOSE
You already did. Sorry.
Please wish me luck in my job application!
So it's currently hovering ~16.4 posts per day to reach the target.
599 US dollars
I found a Twitter user with 25,000 tweets and no followers when I was searching for Death Grips lyrics. Turns out he wasn’t even quoting DG, he was just rambling incoherently. Lots of weird and worrying tweets.
>>707
I could link it, but I don’t want to encourage bullying against a clearly unwell person.
Broke: criticizing or dismissing all sports because you think you’re “too smart” for what is essentially gamified exercise
Woke: criticizing spectator sports (people being lazy and watching sports instead of playing them) but encouraging people to play sports because the world needs more exercise these days
sports criticism is baseless snobbishness and diet fedora
danganrompete una pierna
Don't shrink, peel.
In the morning
In the evening
Ain't DQN
just farted and it fucking reeks
mcdonalds breakfast and dinner all i ate today
bisexual gomez
Sports fans:
-escapism via trivia and statistics
-power level discussions (who would win a 1on1, Kobe or Lebron?)
-constant fights over whose team is best
-constant fights over whose sport is best
-will buy literally anything featuring their favorite players or their favorite team's logo
-uncomfortably high ratio of bitter, lonely alcoholics among viewers over 30
Anime fans:
-escapism via trivia and statistics
-power level discussions (who would win a 1on1, Kenshiro or Kuujo Jotaro?)
-constant fights over whose franchise is the best
-constant fights over whose genre is best
-will buy literally anything with their favorite characters or that's featured in their favorite show (cf Dr. Pepper and Steins:Gate)
-uncomfortably high ratio of bitter, lonely alcoholics among viewers over 30
Speaking of which, Ashita no Joe is pretty good.
I skipped all my classes and work today because I am feeling very depressed and anxious
>>718
No kidding, sports and shonen anime do elicit the same emotions. Except sports is, at least theoretically, superior because it's happening live.
>>713
Don’t shrink, peel and you’ll be tan of sin:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zz0V06r4ByQ
>>721 Depends on what kind of scale you use to determine superiority. Why does being live make something superior? What does it mean to be theoretically superior?
>>718
last one isnt true for sports
a lot of mentally healthy people like sports
Pick up the pace!
every other thread was started 10 days or so before the happening
somehow I think we'll be alright
>>723
I mean it in the sense that a spectacle is granted a degree of legitimacy by mere virtue of it being performed live. Suspension of disbelief is a necessity for watching anime (or movies or whatever) whereas it isn't for sports.
I don't mean this in an objective kind of way. Obviously some people value other things more than the authenticity of an event happening live.
Anxious Gomez
ew, why does this have yellow subtitles
thanks!
like poultry
Repent of your sins
Sign off your receipts.
9 more days
In an ironic twist of fate, the "Bully Hunters" are bullying people online -- insulting people, trying to get people's social media accounts banned, trying to get people fired, and so on.
Bully Hunters sounds like the worst pitch for a reality show
Slow down there's 9 days left
Hurry up there's only 9 days left
Ready Player One was written by someone who thought that shit would be cool. You know why? Because he never played Second Life. If he did, he'd know how awful it is.
we still have like 150 more posts fuck
into the void because I'm a noid
cats sitting on tables
reedge out to the truth!
but what if I want to worry
My throat hurts and drinking tee is only doing so much.
I'll probably be dead soon anyway, that softens the blow a bit.
I think we're all gonna be dead soon to be fair
The left is now claiming that being against war with Syria means you’re a Russian bot. War mongerers pls go
fai di you fucks there are nine days left
really itches my noodle
there is no such thing as the left or right
why a kid gotta stab and kill me
Silly goose, you're either with us or against us!
shit sucks but i'm too lazy to fix it
like tinder but for pet adoption
like uber but for coffee delivery
like facebook but for mars
like bitcoin but for memes
like yelp but for places to study on campus
like Foursquare but for PUBG
like X but for Y
your tech startup is doomed to fail
The only thing starting up is the end of times
>>770
at least I won't have to worry about bills and stress anymore
that places to study one doesn't sound too bad; it won't rake in the dough but I'd donate if necessary to keep a useful service like that up and running
like 4-ch but for rapists
>>772
I can tell you most of the good ones here, but you probably aren't at the same university. In most cases just asking around a bit and wandering the campus would get you pretty far, but here's the fundamental problem with such a service: Nobody's going to want to reveal their favorite secret study spot until they graduate, and they'd only tell someone worthy of that knowledge.
>like yelp but for places to study on campus
this would only show you the best places NOT to study
>>775
Late twenties. I dropped out some time ago and came back to it.
How do I install a hidden camera in a womens restroom?
Yu Ghotta GO
>>779
A confluence of many reasons, not the least of which was the realization that although I had no idea what sort of career I wanted, I knew I wasn't headed for it. My funding wasn't good at the time, that school's administration was corrupt and/or incompetent, and I was going through some stuff psychologically. In retrospect, school really wasn't where I should've been anyway and I'm glad I left and grew up a bit.
Book II, or, "Sir Balin fucks it up again."
>>774
At the place I ended up graduating, there literally wasn't a quiet place for a commuter to study unless you were a grad student. The library is the food court. Who the fuck thought that was a good idea even on paper?
>>782
Music then. Engineering now. I found it a bit surprising at first how many of my classmates also made the same switch, but then it is a pretty sensible switch to make.
>>786
I wouldn't go as far as never, I would go as far as "not often enough". And the general din from hallway foot traffic and such was usually pretty bad, too, even during classes.
Hate, hate, hate that I went there, and most of the stuff about it. It's an alright choice for some people, but it was not my choice.
Still got 3 marge Lindt bunnies, a whole egg and some miscellaneous chocolate accoutrements and egg fragments from Easter
I didn't even get anything on the day, this was all from discount sales in the week after
Sometimes silence can be loud
you'll cowards don't even smoke big doinks
We've come a long way
We've also come a lot
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>>794
What else is it supposed to be? It's basically an early 2000s "forum game" thread, which usually devolves into spam and "bump" bullshite.
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Stolen pizza is the best pizza
nigger
you just lost the game
Sleeping pills are comfy. Can't sleep without them. Good night, dokyuns.
wan soeng hou
shoutout to that leecher from japan downloading a 7.4GB torrent from me at 14.6KB/s
I am playing the game
clickety click you bout to suck this dick
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>>789 The best part of Easter. You can do the same after Mothers Day and Valentines Day, I got 3 years' worth of cute socks with hearts on them cheap a week after Valentines Day!
Captcha: day
We're almost there
Oh, ohhh, don't stop!
It was always going to get worse, it was never going to get better.
real dqn hours who uo
I bet we'll reach 900 by accident just before the 9000
At this rate it will be reached probably tomorrow. Make another thread hot or pay the price with premature ejaculation.
OKAY EVERYBODY STOP POSTING. I'll start.
oops
we have 5 days and 69 posts left stop posting so fast
I'm pretty sure everyone will slow down so much that this thread will sink and nobody will remember anything about this.
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is it 8997 yet?
maybe
so it's about 3 days left until 1993-09-9000
Old sleeping pill: vivid dreams, nightmares, waking up multiple times per night, light sleep, kicks in fast, helps me fall asleep but doesn’t help me stay asleep, easy to wake up in the morning
New sleeping pill: takes forever before you fall asleep, deeper sleep, feel hungover in the morning, wake up less often, weird vaguely psychedelic effects but they’re very mild
Not much of an improvement.
The search for the perfect sleeping pill continues.
have you tried heroin?
I used to have a bong and fall asleep to a pirated copy of Hand Of God by i-doser. I had some mildly interesting experiences but it's not worth $300. I don't smoke the ganja right before bedtime anymore because it makes me groggy in the morning.
I know a dude who is always very angry on social media and tells people to kill themselves and says he'll try to dox people if they're not socialists. Then he wonders why he's not popular?
I mean, I'm not very popular either, but this guy goes out of his way to be off-putting and then doesn't understand why people avoid him.
Fart
im gay
Who /conservative/ here? Or are you all liberal degenerates who are contributing to moral decay in the west?
I'm an antisocial hikki
same
This is not a post.
im straight
jk im gay
i dont think that's english OR japanese friend, what are you even saying
I turned myself into a bawdy Irish poem, Morty! I'm Limerick!
captcha: soy
>>868
you sound like a liberal who uses twitter a lot to complain about white people
im not a neet lol
I took a HUGE shit
"Let me try and defend myself by wordlessly linking wikipedia, thus explaining nothing and only serving to make myself look like an asshole"
>>874
imagine being so butthurt you subpost in a different thread lmao
>>875
I'm not the one ruining a copy/paste thread by arguing about technology
>>877
Bitch I said I'm not the one arguing. Fuckin' read what you're responding to, damnmit shitass
happy 420
smoke a blunt and relax
it's also friday
http://frideynight.com/
>>878
chill out, there's no need to be mad
What happens if we go over 900 before the 9000th?
ASSSASSSASSSASSSA
You are now breathing and blinking manually.
My brain reads the text before it deciphers the meaning, and recognises and dismisses >>890 before entering into its suggestion.
lol reverse psychology
Happy September 9000!
We're getting there
Oh when the Gomez goes marching in
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I'm glad Premature Gomez didn't rear his ugly head in.
we did it
kita kore and etc
It's 9000!
251 days of thread culminating in this beautiful moment!
Thank you for playing.
900 get!
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9000!
Funny number.
hebrew gomez did 9/11
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so you smacked it back into place?
If you sign up,
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Reverse lame confession: Amazon probably thinks I bought this tin of Darjeeling tea because of the anime character but I really only bought it because it was an add-on item that cost just enough to make my order get free shipping.
The tea is pretty good, too.
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Vegeta, what does the scouter say about his shitpost level?
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You already did. Sorry.
Late twenties. I dropped out some time ago and came back to it.
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I'm glad Premature Gomez didn't rear his ugly head in.
That's a great chorus!
ＰＬＥＡＳＵＲＥ．．． ＰＯＬＩＣＥ！
Happy 9000 September everyone.
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>>914 in my head i read this to the beat of "harder better faster stronger", especially the chorus
hurt myself today
to see if I'm still tanasinn
stop
I need to make a bot that posts "still listening "current year" on random youtube videos
gonna wake up in ten years and think "oh shit, I'm late for school!"
all is hell
Why you gotta shit in a good thread? Get a twitter account if you just want to blog like a schizo, it's not "stream of consciousness" it's burgeoning mental illness.
Shit, I didn't know "spam posts until we reach arbitrary number" was considered a good thread.
I mean, I'm pretty sure there's at least a hundred or so posts of "ass" if you look back.
It's historic whether you like it or not. It will be linked and referenced on occassion probably for the remainder of this sites existence. Show some forethought.
>>952
And nobody is going to read the whole thing, obviously. They will probably see the final fifty posts or so which as of right now are you on the mental ward.
>>951
"spam posts until we reach arbitrary number" has pretty much been the cornerstone of textboards since the genesis of 2-ch.
>>957
Also this. Your tastes may have evolved with time, but to say that spam is not always de rigueur is just wrong.
What's to say you aren't just me, sockpuppeting this whole argument in the first place?
>>955
Certainly 1999 and similar could be celebrated with little complaint.
And where is your sage, wouldn't you rather bring less attention to this thread in the hope that I get bored and stop?
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retard
and you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
and you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
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not sure why this guy is so mad
retard nigger