It was a eurobeat/techno remix of Dang Ni Gu Dan by Nicholas Teo
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"looks great on Instagram but is kind of off-putting up close, with smaller eyes than you realized and the fat face from a lifestyle of lying around."
Its impossible to log in to a jagex mod account without being on Jagex company」
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actually they issue work computers that are set up with a corporate VPN
The concept of "mental health" in our society is defined largely by the extent to which an individual behaves in accord with the needs of the system and does so without showing signs of stress.
Never interrupt your enemy while he is making a mistake
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Because even though they may not intend to create worlds populated with stereotypes, they grew up in a world filled with them. It is easy to see how this could happen: When content creators need a species of greedy traders, maybe they are more inclined to make them short. And bespectacled. And maybe give them shrill voices and big noses.
I'll never forget the first time I saw Crazy Frog. I was at the Planet Hollywood restaurant in Downtown Disney in 2006, sitting on the second floor (right under the frozen Sylvester Stallone from "Demolition Man") and watching the big screen that took up the entire back wall, when Crazy Frog's "Axel F" music video came on. I was so infatuated on this weird song and video that I couldn't get it out of my head. Fast forward about a year or two and I'm walking around a Target store when I find a Crazy Frog radio (pic related) on the clearance shelf. Since I was still into Crazy Frog at the time, I bought it (well, my mother bought it for me since I was still a little kid). I thought it was hot shit since it could play both the radio and (parts of) his trademark song: "Axel F". My love of Crazy Frog ended when one night as I lie in bed, the radio started "talking" by itself, and by talking I mean it would go "DING-DING" and light up despite the fact that nobody had pushed the button that made him go "DING-DING". Little me was convinced that this Crazy Frog radio was haunted, so I took it and shoved it in a box in the basement. A few days later, I was playing in the basement and suddenly the Crazy Frog radio went "BAM-BAM". I bolted up the stairs and hid in my room, convinced that the evil spirit within my once beloved frog-shaped radio saw me. After that, I didn't like Crazy Frog anymore, and stopped playing in the basement until I was sure the batteries had run down. This isn't meant to be like a creppypasta or some shit, this is seriously what I think of whenever I see Crazy Frog brought up on the internet.
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Murderer James French (Before his death by electric chair): "Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? 'French Fries'!"
(While we’re at it, let me also summarize this entire review: The Sims Social is a game about sitting around in your house. It’s a game where you can make your character play games, and then watch him smile, unable to join his fun. Is this art? Fuck you. Is this a game? Not quite. Is it terrorism? Maybe. Is it interesting? Sure. Is it evil? Let’s go ahead and say, “Why not?”)
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"If the current national ticket price average of 9.27 dollars is used, that means that no more than 31 people bought tickets to see the crime drama," the Wrap noted.
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Well, I finally found a seat, but then the guy next to me goes, "I'll have a large bowl with extra gravy!". So now I'm pissed off again. Who the fuck orders extra gravy these days? Why are you looking so goddamn proud when you say that? I was gonna ask you, are you really going to fucking eat all that gravy? I wanted to fucking interrogate you. For about a fucking hour. You know what? I think you just wanted to say "extra gravy".
1 §. Should bee fly into another forest, and has the owner followed them there, he shall mark it, and let the men of the village know; they then have no violence to take him. Have swarm sat in a bearing and protected tree; then it shall be kept, and no tree cut, or spilled, at fine, as said in Chapter 13. Is it in another tree; cut down, and the bee shall take their (something).
2 §. Find one bee in his house, or that in which he owns a share; it is his, who found it. Is he a tenant, he enjoys a third, and the owner of the land two shares. Are they found within anothers pasture, nobody shall enjoy a share; are they found outside of pasture, in anothers forest and soil; own a third, and the landowner two shares. Say two to have found same bee; enjoy he the finder's fee, who first announced. About he, who on anothers property finds, and not announces, but removes, and he, who with food and bait attract another man's bee, is determined in The Law of Misdeeds.
Allied troops landed on Kiska on August 15, 1943. Allied troops expected to meet a Japanese force several times the size of the one on Attu, and they were prepared for heavy casualties. The men were greeted instead by half a dozen dogs, among them "Explosion," who originally belonged to the captured Kiska Aerological Detail, and who the Japanese had cared for during the occupation.
Allied commanders refused to believe that the Japanese could have completely evacuated Kiska. For eight days, troops searched the island, firing into the dense fog and sometimes accidentally shooting their comrades. 24 Allied soldiers were killed by friendly fire, four by Japanese booby traps, and a further 71 died when the ship Abner Read struck a floating mine. 168 Allied soldiers were wounded or fell ill on Kiska. The bombardment and invasion of the deserted island was written off as a "training exercise," and the Aleutian Campaign officially ended after 439 days of warfare.
The Diatium power cell was the primary power source for a lightsaber and one of the critical components of a lightsaber hilt. Diatium power cells contained extremely concentrated amounts of trumponium gas that would form a plasma rod when heated.
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So what are we meant to do when we have two clipboards? What I've done so far is paste the actual CTRL+V one first, and then my PRIMARY, but I'm not sure whether that really goes with the spirit of the thread.
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(chiefly Britain, rhyming slang) A wanker. (In this sense, the term can also be abbreviated to merchant.)
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what is it with you guys and this mkultra activation shit
I got suspespended twice in one day for sending death threats to my own account. I faced god and walked backwards into hell.
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278 Name: Anonymous : 2009-01-02 03:17 ID:5lQQRe5q
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)
Anyway the one common denominator between pretty much all of us that tried this was, that although we could never remember the details, we were sure that we had been to another place, a +real+ place, and that the overriding sensation on regaining consciousness other than an unnerving presque-vu type sensation was the sense that "this place is fake"
This reality, or this life, or perhaps merely my own sense of self. I perceived it to be fake.
I think that might have been the only true feeling that I've ever had.
I've never really spoken about this to anyone, but that memory has been playing itself out in my mind for the last 15 years. I've never been able to recreate that feeling either, tripping on acid and shrooms sometimes leads to the superficial perception that certain scenes e.g. a streetlit woodland, a field of bluebells, etc, look "fake" as if they had been staged as part of a movie scene. Even when shared with others however, these types of drug induced perceptions are pretty easy to identify as mere delusionary notions induced by volatile externalities, as opposed to any kind of glimpse of a wider truth.
TBH I kind of feel that the pioneers of LSD experimentation, "free thinking" and all that jazz back in the 60s missed a trick somewhere, and should have perhaps applied their focus/energies in certain other directions...
Either way, I suppose I will never know in which direction the real fake reality lies until it's too late to do anything about it.
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I separate by tier and I almost sent A-Tier material to a B-tier group chat
I honestly didn’t think that there would be this many people since Touhou isn’t available in North America. I’ve seen a lot of people in Touhou cosplays, but for some reason most of them seem to be men.
