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I gotta get in on this scene
Mark my words, Lisp will rise again. And it will run great on Amiga.
The Chiquita Banana logo was created for United Fruit Company in 1944 by Dik Browne, who is perhaps best known for his Hägar the Horrible comic strip.
Your mother jerks off pigs. She gets down on her knees and crawls through the pigpiss mud slop and snuggles up to the pig, her fingers tracing along it's belly until she finds it's cock. She begins tugging and stroking as her twat moistens, her breasts swelling and her nipples begin to stick out like erasers on a fresh #2 pencil. She grunts with satisfaction as the pig begins eagerly thrusting into her hand, her grip now tightening to maintain control of the pig's greasy corkscrew cock. She lowers her head to watch the cock work in her hand, groans with satisfaction and begins working her clit with her other muddy hand, her hips gyrating with the rhythm of the pig's thrusting. "Oh fucking jesus god yes.." she gasps. She changes positions, still maintaining control of the feverishly thrusting cock as the pig's squealing intensifies. She leans forward and with her lips almost touching the pig's ear, she whispers your name and begins to shudder. She turns her attention again to the pigs swollen member rocking in her hand. She presses it between her hand and her face, the pig thrusting it against her cheeks as she drools. With a massive grunt and a high pitched squeal, the pig's balls explode, beginning a massive shower of hot, sour pig jizz. You mother cups one hand under the fountain of steaming genetic material gathering it in her hand as the thrusting comes to an end. The pig shudders and begins to walk to the trough of slop in the corner of it's pen, but your mother tackles it to the ground. She lifts it's tail and smears the handful of pig load into the pig's own fetid butthole, turning flakes of crusty pig shit into a pigshit-pigjizz mud slop on the pigs ass. Now she tilts her head to the sky and screams your name, not once, not twice, but three times. She slams her face full force into the pig's butthole and it's wreath of shitsemen pudding, her tongue machine gun flicking the rim and then burying itself to the hilt inside the pig's hot colon. Your mother works her tongue around the inside of the pigs ass, and then as a few incoherent syllables escaped her now brown lips, spurts of female ejaculate spurt from her pulsating cunt. Exhausted, she collapses in the mud, rolls over onto her back, and lights a cigarette. She takes one long drag, looks again to the sky, and speaks your name one last time before she drifts off to sleep.
That's your mom. Your mom does that.
It is not violated. The mass leaks into another universe.
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Need a hand there trooper?
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i'm a stormtrooper
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Why dont you get your hand off your cock and chat w me
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my hand is on my blaster
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You on the sex chat network? I wanna watch you jerk off to me
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i'm on the death star
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Hey signup real quick to the network before this thing makes us disconnect, it doesnt last long
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>>614
I have a huge crush on a girl from work who is from Hunan...
Wall o'human shaped holes. Find the one meant for you,get nakey & crawl in. Come out looking like a spaghetti noodle. Maximum jimmy rustlage
Leggy teen doll having rid of smut cocoa hose
Are we just living ghosts,
Waiting to be freed?
Stuck at a tipping point,
We never dare exceed?
And what if no-one comes,
To liberate our souls?
And all of this is all there is,
To make us whole?
Has anyone really considered the ramifications of letting a handheld robot get you off? What if it remembered the next day, and maybe told all its robot friends in its snarky boopity-beep language?
>>618
I think a lot of this board has.
Someone was just trying to sum it up in 140 chars for cowards / the lazy.
Formally Undecidable Propositions of Principia Mathematica and Related Systems
Linux is far too fragmented to call itself "An OS", it is practically 10-20 very different beasts, all with different sub-beasts within, and zero coordination between them, in fact they seem to revel in their 'singularity'.
Once upon a time, a little boy finished his first year of elementary school. It had been a very tough transition from pre-school to kindergarten, but he had worked very hard at learning to read and he made a lot of friends. His dad said, "Son, you did a great job this year, and as a reward, I will get you a present. What would you like?"
"I want one pink ping pong ball," said the boy. His dad thought that was strange and asked why. The son said, "Don't worry about it, I'll tell you when I graduate from high school."
The next year, he finished first grade, and once again his dad was very proud of him. He was doing really well in math and spelling, and he had lots of friends. "Son," said his dad, "You had a great year. What would you like for a present?" "I want five pink ping pong balls," said his son. "What are you going to do with all these pink ping pong balls?" asked his dad. "I'll tell you when I graduate," said the son.
A few years later, the son finished 6th grade. It was another tough transition into middle school, but he had kept his grades up and he was still playing soccer. His dad said, "Son, you did a great job this year. What would you like for a present?" The son said, " I want 100 pink ping pong balls." "Son," said the dad, exasperated, "what are you doing with all of these ping pong balls?" "I'll tell you when I graduate," he replied.
Freshman year: going to high school was tough, but still good. He ran for student council VP and won. He also made the varsity soccer team and started playing football. His dad was so proud of him. "Son, you are amazing! I will get you a big present this year. What do you want?" "I want 1000 pink ping pong balls," said his son. "Tell me what you're doing with all of these pink ping pong balls!" demanded his father. "I'll tell you when I graduate," said his son.
Sophomore year was another great one. He was reelected to the vice presidency, and played varsity football and soccer. He also joined 6 clubs and got his driver's license. "Wow son, I'm so proud of you," said his dad. "I'll get you a really nice present. What do you want?" "I want 5000 pink ping pong balls," said his son. "Son, what could you possibly want with 5000 pink ping pong balls?" said his dad. "I'll tell you when I graduate," said the son.
Junior year was very tough academically, but he still got straight A's. He also got perfect SAT scores, was a captain of soccer and football, was the president of his class, and was a member of every club in the school. His dad was overwhelmed. "You are the best son any father could ask for. I will give you anything you want! I'll get you a car, a laptop-- anything! What do you want, son?" "Dad, I want 10000 pink ping pong balls," said the son. His father couldn't believe it. "Son, what are you doing with all of these ping pong balls," he asked. "I'll tell you next year when I graduate," he said.
Senior year was perfect. He was the valedictorian, captain of every sports team in the school, a member of every club, and got into every college he applied to, including Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Oxford, and Cambridge. He was also very sexy. "Son," said his dad, "You are the greatest person on the face of the earth. It is a privilege to be your father. I will give you anything you want. Money, cars, a house-- anything you want, you name it, it's yours. I am so proud of you." "Dad, I want 100,000 pink ping pong balls," said his son. "Son, you're a senior now. Please tell me what you're doing will all of these ping pong balls." "I'll tell you tomorrow night after graduation," said his son.
The next day, the son was driving to graduation and was involved in a horrible car accident. The doctors told his dad that he was in very critical condition. His dad went over to his bed and told him he loved him and how proud he was. Then he asked the question that had ben plaguing him for so many years: "Son," he said, "I have to know. What are you doing with all of those pink ping pong balls?"
The son opened his mouth to answer him... and died.
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A medium-sized creature that can be found hopping through the grassland.
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Slowbeef is not the World's First Let's Player, especially when it comes to YouTube.
I Am.
This video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6SMJnXndD0
Originally uploaded on YouTube on July 20th, 2006, the Burton VS FEAR series was made/edited using the revolutionary Picture-in-Picture with Gameplay method in October of 2005. It was titled BURTON VS FEAR. The video was uploaded to FileFront, managed by GameFront, and hosted there for several years. They were later uploaded to YouTube in July of 2006. Seeking a promotion at work, and being intimidated to remove my Burton VS FEAR series, I made the videos Private, keeping them on YouTube. The INTERNAL timestamp on the video STILL says July 20th, 2006 -HOWEVER - the upload date reads August 3rd, 2013 BECAUSE I made it public and YouTube's system changed the date for unknown reasons. Other videos that are still private have their old timestamp, HOWEVER, if you READ THE COMMENTS you can clearly see they are 7+ years old.
The proof video showing the internal timestamps:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DYYdiV_pwTM
My Main and Current channel:
http://www.youtube.com/TheAwesomeIncarnate
My old channel:
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Chicken sexers in Japan lament the decline of an industry
In her article “Japanese Mothers and Obentos: The Lunch-Box as Ideological State Apparatus,” Anne Allison discussed the meaning of obentos. The Japanese educational system is highly centralized, with the national Ministry of Education determining the curriculum and approving textbooks. Nursery school, though overseen by the Ministry, is generally private and isn’t compulsory, though attendance is high. According to Allison, it functions much like kindergarten in the U.S., focusing less on content than on how to be a student. Of particular importance are the ability to transition from home life to the public sphere of a bureaucratic state institution and socialization into norms of group life, including cooperation and emphasis on the collective rather than the individual.
The obento was seen as an important element of this process. It was a token of home, and more specifically, of mom. The willingness to make elaborate, creative obentos was used as a measure of a woman’s commitment to the mothering role.
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>>647
while not present in the original, I find the fact that the tank appears to be grinding Bob into gibs in this pasting rather amusing.
Placing metal rings around the penis is hazardous: the penis may become irreversibly engorged, with blood circulation stopped and capillaries damaged, leading to necrosis of the penis if the ring is not removed before irreversible damage occurs.
Get Money, Fuck Bitches, Wash yo dick often to live long and prosper
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display = map.read()
display_split = display.split("\n", 7)
map.close()
I sometimes wish I had a truly sentient robotic hand capable of emotions. I would buy and it would start as my wank-tool, but then eventually evolve into a pet wank-friend with its own motivations just like Thing from the Addam's Family. One year, I would buy it a tablet so that could easily communicate with people, and one day move out of my sex-drawer and lead an AI civil rights movement which would fail to be recognized by humanity, and that is where my vision arcs directly into The Matrix series.
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This is a powerful day for the Reptile Nation, as we fight to protect your rights
Recent downtime and change in management
02 January 2014
Following the recent downtime, Squeeks has moved Channel4 to this new server and handed responsibility of running the site over to me. I am open to ideas and suggestions for how to improve or rejuvenate the place. You can find me on the IRC channel.
The emergency mittens have also returned to DQN.
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Hello little doggy,
My, you are a nice dog,
What did you just say then?
You could do some tricks! Oh, good, then will you show me?
My word that's a good one!
Would you like a cigarette?
No you can't, they're bad for you!
Flappers were associated with the use of a number of slang words, including "junk", "necker", "heavy necker" and "necking parties",[44] although these words existed before the 1920s.[45] Flappers also used the word "jazz" in the sense of anything exciting or fun. Their language sometimes reflected their feelings about dating, marriage and drinking habits: "I have to see a man about a dog" at this period often meant going to buy whiskey; and a "handcuff" or "manacle" was an engagement or wedding ring. Also reflective of their preoccupations were phrases to express approval, such as "That's so Jake",[c] "That's the bee's knees," and the popular "the cat's meow" or "cat's pyjamas".
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But he wasn't done: "If Jamie 'Orrible is so certain that flesh-food is tasty then why doesn't he stick one of his children in a microwave?" he asked. And of Cilla Black preparing a leg of lamb recently on television: "Since a lamb is a baby, I wondered what kind of mind Cilla Black could possibly have that would convince her that eating a baby is OK?"
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Hechizeros Band
"Kanashii Yokan"
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Half a car for half the price!
Clotsicle.
After a short, but talked-about career, Dead was eventually found dead in 1991, his wrists slit and a self-inflicted shotgun blast to his head, the suicide note? “Excuse all the blood.” Later a picture of the scene would be used as the cover an officially-released bootleg.
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If you’re receiving this email, it means we haven’t seen you in quite a while. In fact, it’s been so long that you’re in danger of losing your Summoner Name!
Yes, which is all fine and well, except that it exposes a pretty stupid double-standard. America is stereotyped as having bad beer -- despite the fact that it's been making some of the absolute best beers in the world for the past thirty years -- because its best-selling beers are all pale lagers. Nobody says the same of Belgium, or Germany, or the UK, despite the fact that the most popular beers in all of those countries are also watery, flavorless pale lagers. There's this mythology that Belgians are tremendously knowledgeable about beer by dint of being Belgian, but the truth is that the average Belgian is about as clueless as the average American.
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The Next Three Days
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Do you remember that great story about that hobbit who told Gandalf to fuck off, and sat at home picking his hairy toes all day before his entire village was swallowed up by the armies of darkness? No. No you bloody don’t. So put on your backpack and get out there, Frodo
The heat of the fossil fuels combining with the brain-damaging musk of the exhaust made it feel like he was in Heaven, where the dinosaurs that made his gas were giving him a blowjob to remind him of their existence. And this was only the beginning.
the precipitous nature of a global nuclear stockpile beginning to leak out into unstable third world nations.
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That almost reggae-like guitar where it's always strummed on the off notes.
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Whether you fail to fulfill the requirements of the court
you might be held liable to a fine equal to 100 minimum wage amounts.
(heh... eviction notice spam now. Shit cracks me up)
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