Previously:
http://4-ch.net/dqn/kareha.pl/1350571235/

But I will do my best to make it as good as it can be!

I hate my job but I think our service is going to be really good... in the long run.

I might fuck her tonight

>>78
I hope it's consensual.

We're probably not going to make it.

I liked this from the previous thread. http://i52.tinypic.com/28jcn6c.jpg

I'm just going to post here every time I remember

I'm posting here again.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life.

Frankly, I don't think anyone does.

The people who think they do are probably really boring.

But what do I know? I'm just disembodied text appearing on a screen.

Don't listen to me.

lorg pnis

Hiya dokyuns

>>88
Is this the start of an epic new meme?

Postring int read

Now that Tsipras agreed to the austerity measures imposed by the EU, what's going to happen to him? He won because he offered to do exactly the opposite he ended up doing, and now that the Greece-folk are aware of how much they can do by organizing, I fear that time may be up for Tsipras sooner than expected.

Greece shmeece. What about this >>800 get, eh?

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore―

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door―

        Only this and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;―vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow―sorrow for the lost Lenore―

oooooo

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore―

        Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me―filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating

"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door―

Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;―

        This it is and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you"―here I opened wide the door;―

        Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"―

        Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore―

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;―

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;―

        'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,

In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door―

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door―

        Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,

"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore―

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"

        Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning―little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door―

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

        With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing farther then he uttered―not a feather then he fluttered―

Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before―

On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."

        Then the bird said "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore―

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

        Of 'Never―nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore―

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore

        Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,

But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,

        She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.