1 Name: (*ﾟーﾟ) : 1993-09-9648 10:43 [No]
There's one thing that I want to ask you.
Please remember #1, who disappeared after building the crap thread,
even on occasion.
750 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9991 19:23 [No]
“To be clear, the District of Columbia is not requesting other federal law enforcement personnel and discourages any additional deployment without immediate notification to, and consultation with, MPD if such plans are underway,” Bowser wrote in a letter to acting U.S. Attorney General Jeffrey Rosen, acting Secretary of Defense Chris Miller, and Secretary of the Army Ryan D. McCarthy.
According to Bowser, D.C.’s Metropolitan Police Department in coordination with the U.S. Park Police, Capitol Police, and Secret Sevice were well-equipped to handle whatever problems could come up during the Trump rallies planned for Wednesday.
“The District of Columbia Government has not requested personnel from any other federal law enforcement agencies,” she continued. “To avoid confusion, we ask that any request for additional assistance be coordinated using the same process and procedures.”
751 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9991 20:41 [No]
I may be 15, but I know this tab is 100% right. Rate if ya want to.
The Darkness- Men What Do Rock, Baby...
752 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9991 23:23 [No]
How will history remember the siege at the Capitol?
Lawmakers have tense exchange on House floor
Adorable trio of otters slide across frozen pond in Maine
Horses adorably play in the snow
Husky adorably frolics through the snow
Members of Trump Cabinet discussing invoking 25th Amendment
753 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9992 13:17 [No]
The screenshot from this episode that went viral in January 2021 is not a “prediction.”
For one, robots have not taken over the United States, lava isn’t pouring up from the ground, and the vast majority of the population is not stationed on their roofs with guns. The “Simpsons” was not predicting the future. Rather, this clip feels more like an extreme “warning” about what could happen if people decided not to exercise their right to vote.
754 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9992 13:55 [No]
Guys please shut the fuck up about stupid shit, just remember the love you have for Astolfo. Being an incel is being a shit tier human being, and it shows that you guys really have nothing better to do with your lives than bait. Just appreciate cute boy, okay?
755 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9992 20:06 [No]
الموت لإسرائيل ، الموت لأمريكا
756 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9992 23:53 [No]
count on Wednesday , January 6 . He did not bring any of the guns pictured here with him into the building but he was carrying his taser gun . Although according to his family he did not go to Washington to take part in any rioting but to be a witness to history , he apparently got caught up in the moment
Seeing a painting of longtime House Speaker Thomas P " Tip " O'Neill , Mr . Greeson sought to steal the painting in the midst of the chaos . Placing his taser between his thighs in order to reach with both arms to remove the painting from the wall , he tensed his leg muscles in a manner which caused the weapon , by this time quite unfortunately aimed at his nutsack , to accidentally discharge . The muscle contractions prompted by his tasing himself in the scrotum caused the weapon to remain between his legs and to repeatedly discharge at point blank range in the direction of his manpouch , ultimately causing him to go into cardiac arrest , fall limply to the marble floor of the hallowed halls of Congress , and ultimately to expire.
To summarize , Mr Greeson died as a result of a heart attack caused by his tasing himself repeatedly in the balls while attempting to steal a painting of Tip
757 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9993 05:57 [No]
758 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9993 13:57 [No]
759 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9994 05:58 [No]
760 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9994 12:46 [No]
The White House on Thursday named Thomas Storch as a new senior trade adviser, ... cancer and hypertension and an extremely high number of trauma cases, ... Industrial Power Electronics (End-Use) Global Market Estimates & Forecasts in ...
761 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9994 13:42 [No]
762 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9995 00:49 [No]
“Headed to DC with a (s—-) ton of 5.56 armor-piercing ammo,” he texted friends and relatives on Jan. 6, adding a purple devil emoji, according to court filings.
763 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9995 01:40 [No]
764 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 03:15 [No]
765 Name: sageru.org : 1993-09-9996 07:36 [No]
766 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 08:08 [No]
sweden
bursting ass
list of dragon ball characters
767 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 16:02 [No]
768 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 17:00 [No]
770 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 19:43 [No]
771 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9996 21:27 [No]
772 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9997 10:32 [No]
773 Name: vc: mo (AL-05) : 1993-09-9998 04:02 [No]
Cheating Divorce Scandal Any% Speedrun
774 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9999 00:43 [No]
775 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-9999 08:31 [No]
Australian authorities investigate the case of 'Joe the Pigeon' who could be euthanized after being deemed a biosecurity risk
776 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:18 [No]
"Oh ... everything's white."
"Are you awake, Kumiko?"
"Yes ... who are you? Am I ... dead?"
"Not yet. But you are dying. I'm sorry."
She was missing her right leg. The feeling was going in her left one. But it
didn't seem to bother her. The man that held her remaining hand had a gentle,
reassuring grip. Around them was nothing, unending white.
"Ah! Are you God?"
"No, I'm a bit more like ... Death."
"... oh. Where am I? How did I get here?"
"This was your bedroom, actually."
"Eh? There's nothing. Where are all my things? Where are all the
walls?"
"They crumbled away, and then they disappeared. Just like you are
now."
"Mama? Papa? Hana-nee?"
"They disappeared too."
"Onii ... chan
..?"
"..."
"He can't be gone! He can't be!"
"I'm really very sorry."
"No ..."
"..."
"No ... go away, this is just a bad dream, just a bad dream, just a
-"
"Do you know .... you're right. This is a dream. It's a kind of
dream."
"Heh?"
"But you're not the one who is dreaming. This is someone else's
dream."
Kumiko blinked continuously and waited patiently for
clarity. She could no longer feel the man's touch, not because he had let go,
but because her arm had receded past his grip. Her arms and legs were just
little stumps now, and still fading.
It never got easier for the man to tell people the truth about their world,
about themselves. Especially these types. Humans liked coming up with
constructs that could produce the most heartrending reactions. Finally he
spoke.
"Do you know what happens to ideas that have been forgotten? They
disappear. They die."
"Death-san?"
He wished she wouldn't call him that.
"Most ideas don't live for more than a second. Not so long ago, before
writing, recording ideas was a verbal tradition, songs and verse. Everyone
here, all the myths and legends, would be shifting and changing their shape
with every telling. But now everyone records everything in pristine
reproducible digital and gives it to everyone. Hardly anything gets forgotten,
and some ideas last a very long time."
Kumiko wondered where he was going with this. Not
noticing her arms and legs were completely gone. The fading continued. Where
her torso stopped and where the endless white began became indistinct, but the
white was winning.
"You lasted about five years. Pretty good run, actually. Well done!"
"I'm ... an idea?"
"For a short spell in the early 1990s, Amano Tetsuya wrote over thirty
dating simulation games for the personal computer. You are Sakaki
Kumiko, a character in Love Rhombus, one of
his earlier works."
"I don't understand ..."
"You were designed to be the devoted little sister of the player
character. You would cook for him, clean up after him, and be envious of the
girl that eventually stole his heart. Being a good Christian sort, Amano did
not let your elder brother's relationship with you go beyond the occasional
romantic undercurrent."
At this Kumiko blushed deeply.
"I love my onii-chan, but not in that -"
"But undercurrents were not enough for the target demographic of the game.
Kumiko, they all wanted to fuck you."
777 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:25 [No]
778 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:31 [No]
She looked away, her face a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.
"The market was soon flooded with games that allowed the player to be with
his little sister. Word got around the bulletin boards that Love Rhombus
did not include such an ending. The game was unpopular. Largely pirated.
Largely irretrievably deleted. Even Amano forgot about it in the deluge of
sister-fuck games he himself feverishly shat out after the failure of Rhombus."
"Are you saying I'm not ... not real?"
"You are imaginary. So when it is no longer possible for you to exist in
anyone's imagination, when everyone has forgotten you, you will disappear. You
will die."
"I don't believe –"
"Look at yourself. Have you seen your own body?"
She looked down and saw only white.
Just a head. Just a head and fading.
The man looked into the distance and narrowed his eyes in concentration, as if
focusing on someone far away. He broke it off momentarily to report.
"Fifteen minutes ago a pathetic young man in America just played the last
digital copy of Love Rhombus. All the hard copies have been trashed or
have decayed. Upon completing it he realised he could
not have you and uninstalled it in disgust."
"Oh."
"His memory of you and the game is the last trace of you and your world in
reality. Everyone else has forgotten you. He has begun to. This process
typically takes anywhere between –"
He concentrated again.
"His Rozen Maiden dollsex torrent has completed and he is now masturbating as
if he is trying to start a fire. You do not have long."
She let his words lap up against her, seemingly totally content as she gazed
headlong into the white.
"Your brother ... doesn't concern you anymore?" he asked.
"I have the feeling something is supposed to ..."
"Your personality. It's fading, isn't it. They didn't give you much to
lose, I guess."
"Ne, Death-san ..."
"What."
"Are you an idea too?"
"Yes."
"So will you ... someday ..."
"No-one ever forgets me. I'm always here."
"Ah."
"That's why sometimes I like to go and comfort other ideas before they die.
Sort of like the real Death does with people. No shame in being forgotten, none
at all. We've had a lot of girls like you disappear lately."
"Like me?"
"Yes, from games and such. Just hordes and hordes of them, shy, doting
little girls, with their own little gimmicks that didn't take."
"But you remember them!"
"I don't remember any specifically, just the little half-assed quirks
dreamed up by fat Japanese men with a deadline. Animal ears and tails. Infinite
hair colours and iterations. Cripples. Twins. Maids.
Gothic, Victorian, medieval, mecha. And millions upon
millions of assembly line little sisters. Sometimes I watch them fade, when
they're forgotten, when their fad gimmick gets old and a new one comes
along."
When he spoke again after a long pause, Kumiko
thought his voice to be just a little off. Like it had a single string out of
tune.
"So many these days ... and they're all so similar, you know, I rarely
even bother to talk ..."
"You'll remember me, won't you Death-san?"
"... huh?"
"I'm still here! I haven't faded yet!"
"That is unusual."
"But the America-jin must have forgotten me
already! It's you keeping me alive, Death-san! It's you!"
"Hm."
"Please save me, Death-san! You can do it! You don't have to be
lonely!"
"I'm not lonely!"
"I'll remember as many people as I can! We'll do it together!"
"I'm not ..."
"And then no-one will ever have to disappear!"
"I ... but ..."
"Ehehe! Ehehehe! My body!"
Sure enough, her neck began to fade in slowly. She could feel it, feel her body
coming back, the warmth of it, the space of it ... and she could feel tears
falling from her eyes.
779 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:34 [No]
"You're doing it, Death-san! You're doing it!"
"I ... remember you!"
"Hahaha! Death-san! Death-san!"
"I remember you!!!"
"Death-san, arigatou! Hontou
ni ariga –"
"I REMEMBER YOU AS THAT FRIGID LITTLE CUNT IN LOVE RHOMBUS AND HEY
39.95 IS A LOT OF MONEY FOR BLUE BALLS. FORGET YOU, BITCH."
He whipped out a jar from his pocket that was labelled
LOL AMNESIA LOL, tilted it into his mouth and swallowed some pills that poured
out.
"Ah –"
He closed his eyes and Kumiko blinked out of
existence.
*LOL ALTERNATE ENDING LOL*
Sure enough, her neck began to fade in slowly. She could feel it, feel her body
coming back, the warmth of it, the space of it ... and she could feel tears
falling from her eyes.
"You're doing it, Death-san! You're doing it!"
"I ... remember you!"
"Hahaha! Death-san! Death-san!"
"I remember you!!!"
"Death-san, arigatou! Hontou
ni arigatou!"
And once more she felt his gentle grip on her wrist, followed by a gentle pull
to help her up. Her vision was blurry with tears. She stood her tallest and
proudest once more, and hugged him around his waist, as far up as she could
reach. The absurdity of hugging Death did not register. But Death did not hug
back.
"Kumiko."
She was ashamed to look up. She sniffled, her face wet all over.
"Come with me," he said. "I want to show you something."
They walked off together into the great white. It was totally featureless.
After only minutes she could not tell how far they had come or what direction
they had come from. She would've been convinced they were walking on the spot,
but he had said he was taking her somewhere, and seemed to know the way. The
first indication she got of anything existing here besides themselves was a
point of light far away, that created its own horizon.
"A sunrise! Can we stop to watch it?"
"This sun doesn't rise unless we walk towards it, Kumiko.
Come on."
It did rise, and it did grow bigger as they approached. Kumiko
could make out things under the sun too, large green stretches of land, with
trees and lakes. As they came closer, she saw that the green terrain stretched
out further than the eye could see.
She also noticed something very odd about the sun. Although it seemed to glow,
it did not seem to shine. Even with her red and teary eyes she could stare
directly into it. And when she did, she saw things on its surface. Lots of tiny
blue dots. Sometimes the dots would disappear and then come back straight away,
and all at different times.
It was almost like ...
Blinking.
They had reached the crisp green grass and he stopped walking almost directly
under the sun. It was only a few dozen meters above them, and now she could
more clearly see its surface. What it was made of.
"Blonde hair, blue eyes. All the rage in '93, '94? Something like
that."
Hundreds of little girls were crushed into a giant ball suspended in the blank,
white sky. Lashed together by their golden blonde hair. Their sullen, clockwork
blinking was the only betrayal of the chance they could be corpses. They said
nothing as they each faded out, only to be replaced instantly by a new one
fading in.
780 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:36 [No]
Kumiko covered her gaping mouth with both hands.
"Some of them don't even really have personalities ... one-shot fap fodder in doujins and fanart and such. You were one of the lucky ones."
"No ... this is horrible ..."
She backed away from the sun but nearly tripped on something that was not
grass. It stuck out of the grass at opposing angles. It was elf ears. When she
looked closer she realised the earth was unevenly coloured. Mixed in amongst the soil and the grass were the
blinking bodies of more girls. Kumiko screamed and
dug her arms in the soft earth to try and dig the elf-eared girl out. She felt
many unseen hands brush her arms underground.
"Why is it like this?! Why?" she cried at Death.
"In most cases their surroundings and personality are forgotten first.
Only their appearance remains."
She unearthed the torso and arms of the elf-girl, who blushed stupidly.
"I ... I like you sempai! I've always liked you!" the girl blurted
out. Kumiko was taken aback, but continued digging.
"I'm going to get you out of there! I won't forget you!"
The girl blushed again.
"I ... I like you sempai! I've always liked you!"
Death looked on in pity.
Sweating now, Kumiko looked around helplessly at her
surroundings. The nearby trees were made of doll-girls, their thin birch arms
jutting out as little branches. A thunderclap sounded, and it began to rain
metal. Robot maids piled up all around her like scrap. Some were fading already
and never made it to the ground..
"Are you going to remember them all, Kumiko?"
"Everyone! Tell me your names!" she cried, her voice breaking.
"I won't forget you if you tell me your names!"
Voices came from all around her.
"Mi-chan"
"Lala-chan"
"Lulu-chan"
"Momo-tan"
"Ah, please, one at a time –"
"Nina-chan"
"Moe-tan"
"Chuu-chan"
"Tsunami-chan"
The names kept coming. She could feel herself forgetting the first ones
already.
"OK, Mi-chan, Lala-tan,
um, Momo-chan, Ni – AHHH!"
The elf girl at her feet was just a head and fading.
"Wait! Wait! Nina-chan? Lulu-chan!
No, no, you were Sakura-tan –"
"I ... I like you sem –"
Her mouth disappeared. Kumiko held onto all that was
left, her ears, as they faded out of grasp.
"AHHHH!!! NOOOOOOO!"
And instantly another girl faded in to take the elf girl's place in the dirt.
She looked up at Kumiko and smiled.
"Chu?"
781 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:37 [No]
Kumiko ran, her face grimaced from sobbing. She
covered her eyes with both hands but the feel of the grass crunching beneath her
feet reminded of her of the green haired heads she was stepping on. Eventually
she collided with what seemed to be some sort of giant shrub. It whispered to
her.
uguuu nyo uwaaaa unyuu wan wan waiiiii
"Ahhh! Death-san! What are those awful sounds?
It sounds like babytalk!"
"Oh, you never had a cute catchphrase did you? Just as well, that's all
anyone remembers of them now."
waha gao peko peko arf
nyuuu desu nanooo
She dared open one eye, very slowly, trembling all the way. She could barely
make sense of the image. Girls as young as toddlers but no older than herself,
hanging off branches in the shrub. The nearest one to her was hanging upside
down.
"Haiii~! OK-desu! Haiii~! OK-desu! Haiii~! OK-desu!"
Even her facial expressions travelled the same endless
loop, ending in a blushing, closed-eye smile. Her eyes were so impossibly big
it occured to Kumiko there
might be no room left in her head for brains.
The thought made her retch. She could feel vomit rising.
She scrambled over to a nearby stream and leaned out over the water. Her eyes buldged and she swung her head away just in time to vomit
back on the bank. On her hands and knees, she panted, her breath hot with sick.
The current was rapid. The water was girls. Kumiko
thought she heard sounds like a toilet flushing as the tangled wet mess of arms
and legs crashed against the shore and disappeared in the white water flowing
downstream. She also heard other sounds. Their screams, their voices.
And these, these were the worst.
"Onii-chan!"
"Onii-chan, help me!"
"Nii-san!"
"Onii-chan tasukete!"
"Save me, onii-chan!"
She let her head fall to the ground, crying dry tears and vomiting air. She was
spent, totally defeated. There were thousands of them. Millions of them. All
fading away, disappearing as she thought about it.
"You can't do it, Kumiko. You can't remember
them faster than the otaku can forget them."
"Why are there so many?!"
"When all you do is dream, you go through a lot of dreams."
"I hate them! I HATE THEM!"
Death said nothing. There was nothing to say.
After a while her breathing slowed again and she stood up. Watching the endless
stream of girls.
"Onii-chan!"
"Help me, onii-chan!"
"Nii-chama!"
"Tasukete! Tasukete onii-chan!
"It's so unfair ..." she began.
Death remained silent.
"I understand now, it's so unfair ... for you to remember just me. While
everyone else has to die."
"What?"
"Forget me."
Fresh tears on her face, she leapt into the stream and was immediately swept
away in the current.
782 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 07:38 [No]
"NO!"
He ran along the banks, looking for her, but the water outpaced him. He grabbed
at arms, legs, faces that he thought were hers, but none of them were. It was
frustrating how many of them he had to throw back in the water. How many looked
just like her, but for a lock of hair here, a ribbon she didn't wear there,
eyes bigger or smaller by degrees.
Wait, did she wear that ribbon? Were her eyes this shade of blue or that one?
What about turquoise?
"I won't forget you!" he yelled. "I won't forget you, Fumiko!"
No.
It was close, but it wasn't her name.
Quick! Remember! It wasn't Fumiko, it was Ku -
"Miko-chan!"
"Kumiya-chan!"
"Kuni-kuni-chan!"
"Koyomi-chan!"
"Miku-tan!"
The girls in the ground kept calling out their names, like she had asked of
them. He realised they had never actually stopped.
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
"Mitsuri-chan!"
"Komi-koneko-chan!"
"Fumika-chan!"
And he stared helplessly downstream and cried, as somewhere Kumiko
blinked out of existence.
783 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10000 08:22 [No]
It really bothers me when people cheer the death of Flash. I totally get why it’s time to move on but you shouldn’t cheer the death of something that empowered so many people and brought so much joy to the web for 20+ years. I think it’s a bandwagon that a lot of joyless people have jumped on, sorry if you’re one of them.
784 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10001 13:04 [No]
785 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-10001 15:56 [No]
786 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10001 20:33 [No]
788 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10002 21:51 [No]
A 20-foot-tall blimp depicting Donald Trump as a diaper-clad baby that followed the president on his visits to the United Kingdom has been acquired by the Museum of London.
Photo via @Quicktake
789 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10002 21:56 [No]
この標識方法では、ヒラメやマダイに使われるようにタグガンでアンカー型の標識を打ち込む方式と針を利用してビニールやポリエチレンの細い帯をクルマエビの体に通す方式が知られています。前者の場合には標識を体に打ち込むとことより ...
790 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10002 22:47 [No]
>>788
It's really ironic that the UK hated trump so much and then got boris
791 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10002 23:07 [No]
792 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 00:32 [No]
>>788
I would say this was immature from the British, but I suspect The City was really unsatisfied by the American president who decided to put his country's economy first and reduced spending on globalist projects.
793 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 01:33 [No]
794 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 02:04 [No]
795 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 05:59 [No]
ttps://image.news.livedoor.com/newsimage/stf/0/9/09515_1460_fc423ffef4c474c71684f83330bb6f3a.jpg
796 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 07:34 [No]
797 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 08:00 [No]
Furthermore, one can also see in this novel the "naturalization" of the Socialist Realist mythology of the "great family." On the one hand, the four main characters of the novel —a man, a young woman, an old man, and a boy—form something like a family unit, fulfilling “family” roles. However, as in Socialist Realism, the social family is formed on the basis of a "common cause," which often conflicts with actual genetic relations. That is why for Sorokin an indispensable element of the "ordeal" leading to the success of the "common cause"is the murder and dismemberment of Seryozha's parents (whereupon the glans of Seryozha's father's penis, which the "four" pass along to each other from mouth to mouth, serves as material symbol of incorporation) and the grinding up of Rebrov's mother in a meat grinder ("liquid mother"). In the logic of Socialist Realism, the "great family" constantly increases in scope, transforming from a metaphor of society to its metonym. The same thing happens in Sorokin's novel, but with one important difference: "Family ties" are created with the help of murder, violence, sexual perversion, degradation, and the eating of excrement. Scenes like the "branding" of old man Staube by Rebrov and Olga in response to Seryozha's denunciation, and the degrading torture that Olga must endure in a military bunker (along with many other similar scenes) are related—degradation only strengthens family trust. It is also typical that the final scenes of the novel, consisting of a veritable avalanche of murders and torture that are totally unclear in purpose, are capped off by the appearance of the head of a baby in the perineum of a woman who has been tortured to death. And although the meaning of the "common cause" remains a mystery throughout the entire novel (a transcendental life that is theoretically incomprehensible), its ending is determined by the principle of the growth of the great family, the principle that unites arbitrariness (any person at all can join this family) with the necessity of violence (or, taken to its logical extreme, murder) as a necessary condition for family ties: ''Faceted pivots went into their [the four's] heads, shoulders, stomachs, and legs. The chisels began to turn, the pneumobatteries were lowered, the liquid freon began to flow, the heads of the presses covered the lower plates. After twenty-eight minutes the hearts of the four, pressed into cubes and frozen, dropped into a roller, where they were marked like dice. Three minutes later, the roller tossed them out onto an ice field covered with liquid mother. The hearts of the four came to a stop: 6, 2, 5, 5.'' (Sorokin 1994b:116)
798 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10003 20:59 [No]
Schwartz was the subject of a July 2016 article in The New Yorker in which he describes Trump unfavorably and relates how he came to regret writing The Art of the Deal.[4] He also stated that if it were to be written today it would be very different and titled The Sociopath.[4] Schwartz repeated his self-criticism on Good Morning America, saying he had "put lipstick on a pig."[13] In response to these claims, Trump's attorneys demanded that Schwartz cede all his royalties from the book to Trump.[14][15]
799 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10004 01:55 [No]
allegedly accompanied Alexander the Great on his expedition to India. We are told that in the course of this expedition he encountered some “naked wise men” (gumnosophistai); Diogenes Laertius (9.61) claims that his philosophy developed as a result of this meeting, but it is not clear what basis, if any, he has for this assertion.
800 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10004 03:01 [No]
Also, can anyone explain to me the 2chan usage of the word "get"? In translations of 2chan posts, I often see the words "get" and "obtain" in strange places. Do they mean download, or what?
Also, what do "sage" and "warota" mean? Translators fail on them. The former actually seems like it might mean "reported" or "delete this" or something. I've seen it typed (in roman characters) in reply to board-inappropriate images.
801 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10004 20:04 [No]
During the April 3 Coronavirus Task Force briefing, President Trump emphasized that the CDC's new guidance on face coverings was merely a voluntary recommendation, and stated that he would not personally do so.[5] When asked by a reporter about this preference, he replied, "I'm feeling good. I just don't want to be doing that. I don't know. Somehow sitting in the Oval Office behind that beautiful Resolute desk, the great Resolute desk, I think, and wearing a face mask as I greet presidents, prime ministers, dictators, kings, queens, [..] I just don't see it for myself."[83][84]
802 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10004 23:28 [No]
Here's How Bernie Can Still Win
803 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10004 23:54 [No]
804 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10005 10:53 [No]
It's not just about Japan or girls, but you can see a clear pattern of the global mind set drifting towards total authoritarianism. The internet could have been the greatest invention in human history with the potential to provide an equalization and liberalization of knowledge and thus raising the standard of wokeness, making people question the system. After all, a 'law' is merely an opinion issued at gun point. But instead it only numbs their minds and soaks them into a constant state of sleep walking, making them outright beg to give up their autonomy. Punishments become increasingly draconian too and most of the young generations grow up as de facto police drones, alarming at every potential breach of the 'laws' imposed on them. It's a sad and very disappointing development, but weak and cowardly individuals have an inherent need to be governed. I just wonder how they plan to control and stop every u18 female on this planet from recording themselves? These 'laws' are irrational by definition and will not prevail against human nature. Definitely not in our lifetime, there will be a day when people look back at our current prohibitive politics on sexuality and will shake their heads in disbelief.
805 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10005 11:22 [No]
The first third of the meal is told through alternating flashbacks that cover three different parts of the U-shaped table. The protagonist's brother dies almost immediately. A little girl punches another girl in the face, knocking her down. The villain clearly wants to have gay sex with the young protagonist, who cannot manage to kiss his girlfriend without getting interrupted, but is allowed to go skiing alone with her. All the heroes use guns. The villain's motivation is to fix the outcomes of races in order to manipulate the stock prices of the manufacturing companies backing the racers. A man is bloodily beaten to a pulp on camera. A man has his finger chewed off by piranhas. A monkey throws shit into someone's face and mouth. Your target audience is gonna order the extra-large.
806 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10006 02:21 [No]
Hey Old-Timer, Do You Wanna Sip My Piss? - Kotone Toua
807 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10006 08:39 [No]
While the standard rectal thermometer was believed to be the most accurate method for taking a temperature, its invasive design has made home use often uncomfortable for the patient and caregiver.
808 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10006 10:04 [No]
809 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10008 06:37 [No]
My cellmate was among at least a hundred nutmeg men who, for money or cigarettes, bought from kitchen-worker inmates penny matchboxes full of stolen nutmeg.
810 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10009 12:08 [No]
811 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10009 13:53 [No]
President Joe Biden, formerly death grips contributor
812 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10009 16:01 [No]
tricked people into thinking they had been on a hot air balloon using photoshopped pictures
813 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10009 16:41 [No]
814 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10009 17:45 [No]
34:03 Marvelling the beauty of nature, rediscovering love
34:20 Feeling young again, making out with wife
34:41 Back home again, enjoying the pleasures of modern electronics
35:45 Bodily functions start to feel more natural, but still unpleasant
815 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10010 07:36 [No]
Replying to
@AOC
Wish I could smell your farts
816 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10011 01:06 [No]
They keep their food carefully separated from their urination and nesting areas. Very old hamsters with weak teeth break this "rule" by soaking hard seeds and nuts with urine to soften it for eating.
817 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10011 05:24 [No]
NOTE: Although the packaging proudly touts this patty is "33% larger," if you read the fine print, they're merely touting that, by weight, a third of a pound burger is actually 33 percent larger than a quarter-pound burger. Thanks, Moran's.
818 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10011 16:06 [No]
"ayanami rei seafood mukbang asmr"
819 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10011 16:16 [No]
Look. I don't know what any of this wallstreetbets or shorting business means. When I purchased stock in Gamestop (GME) I did it for a reason. I believe in Gamestop. I believe in a future where a kid can go to a brick and mortar store for the latest Halo, Battle Toads, or coolest new Funko Pops, and I believe in the management to make correct financial decisions. Maybe this is a game to you, but I think it's about time we all started investing in things we all actually use. Power to the Players!
820 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10011 19:16 [No]
821 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10012 11:44 [No]
822 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10013 02:53 [No]
Politics · Trending
Jewish Space Laser
7,143 Tweets
823 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10013 11:21 [No]
what could be more socialist than a game where units in need are provided with refit/resupply, that supplies are shared across the entire team? wargames are the only games where the socialism is built into the soul of the game!
i vote/canvass for the socialists in canada (we just won in my province!) but i don't think of myself as left-wing
i think earth should convert to some sort of authoritarian socialism with a mission of colonizing the entire solar system and maybe try for alpha centauri then can have whatever governments people desire (heinleinian libertarians on a asteroid, snakes on a plane etc)
can u imagine how good the wargames will be in a thousand years? pew pew space war
ad astra!!!!
824 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10013 12:39 [No]
>>820 wtf this only released in 2015? I could swear it's waaaaay older than that
825 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10013 12:57 [No]
>>824 You're right, it came out 2010, the CD release was 2015
827 Name: (（●）ﾄｪｪｪｲ（●）) : 1993-09-10014 00:59 [No]
Steve Coogan + Paul Rudd machine
Pillar
Mechanic Octamus Muffler
828 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10014 13:55 [No]
Knuckle or metacarpophalangeal (MCP) joint-cracking is a manipulation of the joint, either made through movement or by applying force. As a result, the characteristic “crack, pop, clunk, clink, crepitus, or snap” sound may issue from the knuckles.
829 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10014 14:06 [No]
830 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10014 16:27 [No]
ttps://img.fireden.net/ic/image/1468/27/1468276999715.jpg
831 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10014 17:22 [No]
steal special items from living enemies
832 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10015 07:35 [No]
Former QAnon Member Apologizes to Anderson Cooper For Thinking He 'Ate Babies'
He also believed the CNN reporter worshipped Satan and drank children's blood.
833 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10015 17:20 [No]
Ibn Umar said: ‘The Prophet (s.w.s.) mentioned: “O Allah, give us baraka in our Syria, O Allah, give us baraka in our Yemen.” They said: “And in our Najd?” and he said: “O Allah, give us baraka in our Syria, O Allah, give us baraka in our Yemen.” They said: “And in our Najd?” and I believe that he said the third time: “In that place are earthquakes, and seditions, and in that place shall rise the devil’s horn [qarn al-shaytan].”’
834 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10016 04:33 [No]
China’s COVID-19 anal swabs shock visitors
835 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10016 04:41 [No]
836 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10016 19:04 [No]
"HardKore X-Treme matches are the version of hardcore rules match except weapons include flaming tables, flaming chairs, flaming weapons, razor wire, sheets of glass, and weapons that are covered in barbed wire, and Deathmatches that emphasize fluorescent light tubes, panes of glass, barbed wire, fire, thumbtacks, razor blades, gusset plates, syringes, needles, explosives, bed of nails, staple guns, concrete blocks, alive piranhas and all other foreign objects to provoke extreme and heavy bleeding.
837 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10017 02:32 [No]
838 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10017 04:39 [No]
shows like Amphibia and The Owl House from Disney Channel. For those unfamiliar, they are isekai (“another world”) cartoons where a person from our world is flung into a strange and dangerous magical world. Not long after arriving, they meet a group of people and begin a found family affair. There is a great treat to the world that takes a personal interest in the heroes that they have to overcome. In modern American cartoon fashion, there is a clear focus on character relationships, their emotional states, and their personal growth.
839 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10017 23:37 [No]
俺は鷺だ。俺のくヴぃは長くて、俺の嘴で水kr魚を釣っている。 テメーはこの投稿を十ページ転載しなくたら、今夜俺は厨房を飛ぶ、テメーの鍋とフライパンを取り散らすよ
840 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 06:43 [No]
number 1 fan of The Face Of WWE™ alexa :x
Suffering from incurable Bliss Fever ❤❤❤
Alexa Bliss - global megastar, Tag team Champion, future first ballot hall of famer, 5x singles champ and soon to be undisputed Raw and SD! champ
(sigh) oh, Alexa, how magnificent you are. Don't you ever get tired of being so perfect?
841 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 07:56 [No]
I'm referring to the entire collection of moaning, weak individuals on social media who have their 5 mins on a soap box, hating on anything and everything whilst sucking the joy out of the world.
This can be seen in spectacular fashion on wrestling forums which are second only to British football fans in their flippant, whiney, bitchy and changeable nature where they throw a hissey fit after a few months of not realising that their opinions don't get listened to by a TV production company. It's no wonder that wrestling is so incredibly hated/laughed at/ridiculed and not taken seriously by anyone outside of the wrestling era clique when it's fans for the most part are petulant little children😂🤔
842 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 18:27 [No]
Replying to
@AOC
i am your property. i belong to you. you are my owner and my master. i shall do as you say because you are my superior and my queen.
843 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 19:43 [No]
844 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 19:53 [No]
845 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10018 21:59 [No]
Picard must relax for a week while his new heart is delivered. GEORDI AND WORF CONTRACT A RARE SCREAMING DISEASE.
846 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10019 17:29 [No]
847 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10019 18:11 [No]
848 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10020 01:25 [No]
849 Name: ( ´_ゝ`) : 1993-09-10020 04:19 [No]
In this game, you play trans characters in dystopian Britain, 50 years in the future. You have been trapped at the bottom of a waiting list for vital gender affirming healthcare. The list is far longer than a mortal human lifespan.
As a result you have decided to pursue lichdom. Over the course of the game you will gather all the components for the ritual necessary to become an undead creature of great arcane power, at which point you may either transform yourselves however you choose, or wait things out in your new immortal bodies- you have all the time in the world.
