Yep.
For me, well, I just tried to cook a potato and some canned chili in the microwave, but it didn't work.
I scrubbed the potato, poked holes in it and everything. I felt that wasn't enough for dinner, so I poured canned chili all over it. I heated it for a good six minutes in the microwave, covered. The potato turned out hot, yet raw and hard. The chili touching the bowl was partially burnt. I ate it all anyways.
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I sucked my best friend's cock to save his life.
I had my best friend suck my cock to save my life.
I convinced two dumbasses that one of them would die unless the other one sucked his cock.
that makes >>7 even more manly.
I routinely wear clothing I got from a dead man. To sleep, AND to work.
i fucked a girl
I videotaped someone fucking a girl.
I wore a thick workshirt and old jeans and chopped down a tree. With an axe. And then cut it up with a saw.
While camping at a campground way out somewhere, I took a trail through the woods, then went off the trail. I eventually got lost and tried to find my way back.
Avoided some scary looking guys who might've been lumberjacks of some sort. Came out at some kind of farm. Jumped over a few barb wire fences until I was in a pen with bulls on the other side running towards me. Made it to the other side and out of the pen just before they got there, tearing my pants in the process. Eventually, got out of the farm or whatever, and onto a street. Relied on my sense of direction and the postion of the sun to figure out how to get back to the campground.
All this while making sure my two younger siblings were okay, and lifting them over fences. I was like, 12 at teh time.
Seriously. What's with that.
it's like calling chips as chippy
it's about like having a friend named john and calling him johnny.
-n is like -chan.
vibrio AND streptococcus in one thread!!! i declare this to be a great win in the history of internet microbiology
Silmido Man Returns!!!
Jut go by what the country itself uses...pronunciation and all. People all worried about how it is to be spelled and people are dying off in North Korea under a tyrant. C'mon!
careoecee?
Shit, and I thought it was Kankoku.
...O_O confusing. haha, cholera.
"Korean" stamp from the late Joseon Dynasty:
This "Corea" business is almost as weird as fan-death.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_influence_on_Japanese_Culture
It's not fully related to this thread, but worth knowing those bulls..
http://jp.youtube.com/watch?v=d_D_d3lKxE8
①（ ´_⊃｀）「Japanese?」
②（ ´∀｀）「No～」
③（ ´_⊃｀）「Korean?」
④(# ﾟДﾟ )「Nooooooooo!!!!」
⑤（ ;´_⊃｀）「Ah～ Sorry」 →
I am not a fucking Korean.
Brush your teeth and wear deoderant more often, and you could be.
>>13
<丶｀∀´> No, no. That is smell of westerner. True Corean bathe in kimchi nida.
>>16
They were way more racist before that.
Solution: More nukes?
>>15
The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet.' The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, only changing the order of the words a little, From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.'
ITT: Everyone is Chinese.
あげる
In Korea/China being racist is justified for being a patriot.
In Japan it is blamed for being so just as most of other countries.
I just found this in my diary from last year.
September 2005
I guess this dream took place in 2010 or so, the library was "modern" (like a book store) but also old, run-down, and overflowing with unsorted books. It was snowing outside and I was glad to come in. I looked around in the Japan section, and next to the usual travel guides and history books there was a phone-book sized guide: "Hikikomori (Revised Edition)". I started flipping through it, it talked about how you should find your Hermes to set a good example for other otaku, and how Key fans had petitioned to build a statue commemorating Ayu in central Tokyo. The book was huge and overflowing with everything that had been written about otaku and hikikomori. I started reading from the first chapter...
I had this dream a week or so ago, it was a somewhat nice dream but after I had woken up I was scared to the point I never wanted to go back asleep.
I haven't gone back to school in a long time. So this is only scary if you're in a similar situation.
I was back in my old primary school, which (I think) is the equivalent of elementary school in other countries.
It was lunch and it was raining outside and the teachers at my school are somewhat overprotective; so the students were to remain inside the classrooms or just around the perimeter. I entered the classroom and suddenly people started running up to me and telling me how good it was to see me again after such a long time. This had surprised me because I thought they'd give me shit about it.
I also had a chat with this girl that was in my 6th grade class. I don't know why, because I don't even like her but I was flirting with her, and then my other class mates, including the ones that had said it was good to see me when I entered started to turn on me and started telling me to go back to my shell. I fled/woke up after that.
I barely remember it, just a few scattered images...
I was working at a video rental place; not a generic Blockbuster type store, but a small quirky place with obscure posters plastered over the walls. I think I'd just started the job.
There was a homeless man outside my work, and I struck up a conversation with him. I remember telling him to wait a little while and I'd talk to him again on my break.
I also remember a beautiful tree.
I wish I remembered more. The scraps I can recollect are intensely beautiful.
Does anyone else only have really boring and stupid dreams?
I don't often remember my dreams but when I do, it's usually me finding something I wanted on sale at the store and buying it.
Yesterday I dreamed I visited 4-ch. I went to DQN and noticed that "ITT >>71 is a handsome, amiable, intelligent person." thread had about 80 posts. I read it and >>71 was a shitty post.
Last night I dreamt I was living in the deep future. In the future, the invention of a cheap warp drive had caused people to spread to millions of livable planets throughout the galaxy. In order to keep the most biologically diverse planet clean and sustainable, most nations of Earth had moved their entire populations to their own planets. The United States in particular had divided up into 15-odd zones of 50 million people, each of which moved to their own planet. So, my dream started out in Planet California, which was a place with nice weather and lots of cars and smog, like the real California.
I had decided California was too crowded, so I got in my personal spacecar and went looking for a quiet planet to relax for a while. I found Planet Ellenka on the far end of the galaxy. I knew the name of the planet because their logo appeared on my screen when I came in for a landing (planetary logos looked like comic book covers in my dream, so it was the word "Ellenka" in bold over a picture of a forest). It was very pretty, but no particular group of people had chosen it for their home planet so it was almost uninhabited. I landed in a field of cleared trees. To my north was a small library inhabited by a lonely but friendly librarian. There were some other empty clearings around the library, and to the east there was the main attraction of the planet, an aeronautics museum built by a long-extinct sub-galactic tourism board. There were no other buildings on the entire planet, not even a house-- just a library, an aeronautics museum, and continents of unspoiled forest.
I went back to California and told my friend to check out the planet I had found, but when I got back there had been some sort of spacequake and everything on Ellenka had become weirdly twisted and fractalized. The library now had several wings and books were scattered everywhere. The librarian was nowhere to be found. We went into the aeronautics museum which had also been warped--now there were walls blocking us off from getting to other parts of it. It was very creepy and I didn't see any living people at all.
A girl was living in the ruins of an abandoned city with her "village", she left to go exploring, but every way she went was blocked off. She decided to try to get across a break in the highway near the top floors of the city.
She goes back to the other people to tell them she is leaving, but an older woman is there and is mad at her for skipping work. They walk together back to the highway.
On the way, they stop at a sort of hollow pillar with a pile of rocks inside it. The woman explains to the girl that the older residents believe the rocks have protective powers, and gives two of them to the girl.
They get to the highway, and stand on the edge of the gorge separating the two parts of it. The woman asks her if the girl thinks it's fair that they give her food without her helping provide it. The woman pushes the girl off the buildings to her death.
I had a dream a friend died... but there must be internet in the afterlife, because he was still logging into messenger and we could send each other IMs. For some reason, no one was really surprised by this.
I've just read through the entire thread, and now I feel a little sick, and a little sad.
So many dreams, so many ersatz realities.
As for me, I forget my dreams pretty soon after waking. I think it may be a coping mechanism as I've a feeling that I only really live through dreams.
i want to dream right now, it is 3am here, but I have to leave my house to cycle 15 miles in the freezing fog in 2 hours for my minimum-wage service industry "job"
Sorry too much information there... anyway, I just remembered something... when I was about 11 or 12, there was a fad going around in school that basically involved putting your head between your legs, breathing heavily for about 30 seconds, then standing up quickly with your back against a building while a friend pushed as hard as they could against your chest. You'd get a head rush pretty quickly, and usually pass out within about 10seconds, coming round about 1-2 minutes later, usually with lots of fitting (involuntary jerking of limbs)
11-30-08
2:30PM - 5:30PM
Somehow, Susan, Justin, Chrissy (coworkers of mine) and I were in some bar on some island in the middle of nowhere. Outside the bar there was a tree that apparently had some sort of magical device that would teleport people to where they wanted to go. We felt the need to go home, but didn't trust this weird device, so we decided not to use that and try a raft to get home. The raft seemed to go pretty good, until we got to this one area where a bunch of like mermaid type people had there tails out of the water but there were like a bajillion of them so they actually formed a sort of path. Its kind of hard to explain, but the tails were like some sort of barrier, kind of lke in a racing game where you just collide with the sides of the course. We followed the "path" through some rapids, and next thing we were trapped unless we paid a harpy-type girl $550. We collected weird things along the ride which turned out to be the form of currency. After paying the fee we found ourselves at the bar again. This time we decided to try and use the device, which apparently worked for Chrissy, but when Justin, Susan and I used it it refused to work properly. We did get teleported but not to the right place. It was like a post office type place and there were more of the teleportation devices. We tried using them all, but none worked and one turned into a death machine that tried to kill us. Thats where the dream turns into a FPS/action game. We had to run past the death machine and get to the other devices. We "died" a few times, but we just respawned. I remember crawling through a duct and there were headcrabs in it. The death machine had lasers that were pretty much insta-gib. I somehow acquired one of the lasers, and it instagibs the death machine. The dream ended around that point.
I dreamt I was in a library, watching the librarian remove two of my greatest books from a shelf and placing them in the garbage. I woke up in shock and was unable to go back to sleep the rest of that night.
This comment posted in one discussion on the BBC website:
"I don't think that the cost of food too high, but maybe it is just because I am living a very prosperous life. I personally feel that everyone has the opportunity to live in prosperity but only if they have enough faith, I obviously do!
Tim Dunnett, Sunderland, Tyne and Wear"
RAAAAAAAAAAAGE
Microsoft call centers in fucking India that speak 6 words of English RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGEEEEEEEE
Against the machine
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE
People Who Capitalize Every Word In Their Sentences When They Type Just Like This
Grammarian RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Working on Christmas. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE
RAAGEE
seeing this thread
>:C
I'm not really that enraged, but that sparky4, well, kinda annoys me...
raaaaaage
ｷﾀ━━━━━━━━( ・∀・）━━━━━━━━!!!!
Happy 2009
Happy 200⑨.
woot!
Happy 2009
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I swear just yesterday it was 1993.
When is Chinese New Years? I've been getting weird texts filled with moonspeak from my Chinese friends on different days. I don't know which day they're talking about!
あけましておめでとうございます！
Build a big-ass fence.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spite_fence
May or may not be legal in your municipality.
haha, those are some funny ideas. That craigs list idea is hilarious.
any other ideas? haha
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT DRAW A GIANT C@CK IN HIS FRONT LAWN WITH FERTILIZER, SO WHEN HE CUTS THE GRASS TWO DAYS LATER THERE WILL BE C@CK STICKING UP OUT OF THE LAWN THAT'S GROWING FASTER THEN THE REST. AND SEEING AS ITS DESTROYING ANY PROPERTY IS TECHNICALLY LEGAL. AND UNLESS HES WANTS THIS GIANT C@CK GROWING IN HIS YARD HE WOULD HAVE TO KEEP MOWING HIS LAWN EVERY TWO DAYS.
Build a nearly useless house:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spite_house
Subject to building regulations.
>>24 it's easier and cheaper to salt the entire lawn, and more practical. I mean, it's just a lawn, many people pay someone else to cut it.
kill them.
duh.
Listen, >>26, I have something to say.
It's not that you're the worst troll I've ever seen. And I'm not saying you, >>26, could never make anyone angry.
I would say you lack creative vision. I would say, >>26, that your efforts seem to be not so much half-assed as one-hundredth-assed. You may not be the worst troll, but you are the laziest troll >>26, and you might never succeed in brewing rage in the hearts of men, although you yourself seem to be propelled by a bitter hatred of expending energy due to some deeply rooted fear of entropy. What I'm saying, >>26, is that the style of your posting seems along the lines of a man who has come to this forum not out of choice, but as a recourse to the temporary unavailability of his favorite web site and, being unable to engage in self-pleasure due to scarring, must find a way to pass the time before he is tired enough to go back to sleep, so he may wake up the next morning and check to see if his favorite asian-inspired semi-anonymous website is back online so he may restart his proxy and resume evading his ban which he received for copying a block of text to notepad, renaming the file, and running it as a program. >>26, while you may be a terrible troll, it is with great irony that quite possibly you have become a first class Master Troll without realizing it. That no one responds, not because they simply ignore you, but because they have all suffered massive strokes and died right after reading your many posts or simply shot themselves in the face. Anyway, >>26, what I'm really saying is you should smoke some rocks.
Wow, >>26, impressive work with only 3 words! Love to see you work with more!
>>26
I see you have perfected the art. Will you teach classes in troll school in /net/ when, if ever, it is created?
If he is dead how can he be in a living hell?
ITT we describe people we know that are in jail or legal trouble, and why.
I know a guy who's doing 26 years for having sex with a 15-year-old boy, and videotaping it. They say he fought the charge.
There's a preacher in my town that got caught banging a little lady, maybe around 16 years old.
Pretty funny shit.
I have nothing to contribute to this thread because I know no one.
OP here. I know three other people who did time.
One did his in the 90s for marijuana, I think. He says it was easy time back then.
One did some time in the 90s for credit card fraud, then ditched his probation by changing his identity. He got caught when he tried to leave the country and did another year or two.
Another was caught selling LSD at a school. I saw him on the news.
I have a couple of ex-con friends, but no one in jail currently.
Threse probably already one of these but me like so many found out through Densha series.
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I'm glad all of you have differnt reasons or this would just be a densha fan fourm W!
すぶち あつだ = Subuchi Atsuda
hi guys, new here, i don't know what to say but i think 4ch is really cool since i don't know japanese :p
>>13 I found this site through Densha Otoko, although I think I learned about 2ch and DO about the same time.
But I'm mostly here for the ASCII art. Or rather, I was.
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( ´ω`) The year was 2005, the place was the original overchan, the rest is histoly.
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●ｌｶﾉﾉﾙ ﾋﾟﾉ●
从 ﾟ ヮﾟ ﾉｿ When 5chan closed a friend told me about this, pyo!
⊂［］二［］つ
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从 ﾟ ヮﾟ ﾉｿ Not really a n00b, but I play one on the internets, pyo!
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>>1
I found 2ch through Densha Otoko.
I found this place through Wiki.
Googling for 4chan and somehow coming across 4ch. ;3
