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HOEVER ill post a pictires that i love of some charachtersfrom touhoi I think my cavorite caharavterfrom touthou is Yachi evnt thoiuisgh this isnt a yachi thread i dont care
Odd's are I will not like you & by default will hate you until i'm given a reason not to. I come here (plus many other places) simply to kill my faith in humanity when ever I feel it regaining or to help justify my hatred in people. Though I see most (if not all) of you as scum beneath my boots, I am no hypocrite. I will not treat you poorly unless provoked, in which case turn-about is fair play & you will learn the internet's harshest lesson.Don't troll the superior troll.
I don't understand why you all didn't refuse to play with Paladin/Warlock as soon as he mentioned Hitler. I would immediately have left the table as soon as the DM capitulated and allowed it. Honestly, even just allowing it and the rape and the pedophilia to happen would have been way more than enough for me to walk away and never play with DM again. I mean I guess I do get it though, you're all permissive and like your D&D "edgy". Cool beans, bro.
I love Hannah Stone so much she is the perfect woman, tall, foreign accent, tattoos, severely autistic.
You mechanical keyboard typing Vim using pieces of shit. You sit there with your map filter and reduce and think your FP gods. Give me a for loop and I'll hack that shit together in an hour. Whats a monad anyway? Noone can explain what they are. Lenses are nothing but glorified getters. Monad is just a cute name for flatMap and applictive functors are just fucking stupid. Why don't you pattern match my fist all over your faces?
>You go on IRC and you scan the channel list, and you say "Oh, I know what that group is about, because I see the channel label." And you go into the group, you will also almost invariably find that it's about sex talk as well. Not necessarily overt. But that is always in scope in human conversations, according to Bion. That is one basic pattern that groups can always devolve into, away from the sophisticated purpose and towards one of these basic purposes.
This actually happened to me the other day. I wandered into one of the linux mint channels on libera.chat the other day and found the conversation monopolized by some guy who would not shut about about perverted stuff, and how perverted he is, and how he is also an ABDL. Apparently he was some sort of persistent conversation monopolizer there who gets banned all the time.
> Why the fuck does the small anime girl have access to at least 12 artillery pieces
She is in the angel school student council. Hope that suffices as an explanation
Indoor Americans think a sexuality means you want to fuck at all hours of the day, because of the gooner indoor Americans have zero chill
It's very natural to need an emotional connection to want to bone. It's also natural to just want to bone. Behold; two genders
Ah yes... Just keep eating your bovine and porcine toppings. You dull slug. You actually enjoy yourself while eating an entire pizza to your self, don't you? I bet you order ranch, or, even worse, "marinara" "sauce", (even though it is already on the pizza. That is like ordering bread sticks. Bread is already in the pizza. Maybe request that the cook sprinkles some cheese and marinara on your breadsticks before putting it in the oven huh? You worm ), certainly don't try toppings like chicken, spinach, tomato, red pepper slices, oregano, onions, feta, with a white garlic sauce... You don't know anything about ordering pizza, in my opinion. And I know a lot about pizza. I was in the industry for a very long time... Maybe ask the guy making your pizza to put together his most artful pizza, and letting it be a glorious surprise. How many times could you have squeezed in ecstacy like those pigs you love to eat so much...
First I was in a generic modern city, which was being attacked by non-specific monsters, possibly something to do with a Matrix remake - Neo was there. In one shot he had two binoculars and when the camera went away and came back one was a gun.
Having evacuated the city, I was back home; my primary school playgroud to be precise. I did something I can’t remember which involved standing up for a black man’s rights, which got me kicked out of the community, and hence the community bomb shelter. Velociraptors then came, and a competition was held to see which outcast would be let in. The first question was “Find the magnitude of the vector (x, 50)”, to which people complained one couldn’t get a numeric answer to a question with variables. It was amended to “Find the magnitude of the vector (45, 50)”, which I managed to get to 5 * vector(9, 10), before the raptors started arriving and I ran to a thin space behind some lockers where I hoped they couldn’t reach. They did manage to surround me though, which is where the dream ended - I assume we all died soon after :/
This teaches me two things:
o) Standing up for people’s rights and hence going against the majority in an emergency situation can be more trouble than it’s worth
o) The magnitude of (45, 50) is 5*sqrt(181)
I have never seen this post before but this is indeed 10000% what Death Note is like and I’m not the even slightest bit joking. Just make the gay sex situation something else and it is near verbatim an exchange from the actual series.
OMG I LOVE to FEED these things to my chihuahuas. Then I LOVE to FEED my chihuahuas to the FIRE.
About a year into my new obsession with romance, I found myself up at 2:00 a.m. on a weeknight reading Fifty Shades of Grey. I rationalized it was a modern-day telling of Pride and Prejudice—right up until I got to the page on “butt plugs” and had a flash of insight that reading about sadomasochistic sex toys in the wee hours of the morning was wanted to be spending my time.
I just ate a delicious juicy McDonald's Bigmac hamburger from the local McDonald's fast food restaurant staffed by black people. A black man made my delicious juicy McDonald's Bigmac hamburger. Your cat is black like the wonderful black man fast food workers who make my Bigmac hamburgers. Because of this association that has formed in my mind from seeing black man McDonald's fast food workers make my delicious juicy McDonald's Bigmac hamburgers I like your cat because it is black and I like black people.
lo-fi beats to chill and earn social credit to
Turn off your cell phones on October 4th. The EBS is going to "test" the system using 5G. This will activate the Marburg virus in people who have been vaccinated. And sadly turn some of them into zombies.
Souvenir. I want graphic designers to know that I put real thought into hurting them.
>I was born male but identify as a loli
holy shit I support trans rights now
japanese game dev in the 90s: hey dude can you make some music for our game about anime girls getting fucked sloppy style
guy who's about to push the PC-98 sound card to its absolute limit and create the most heartachingly beautiful music you've ever heard: Yeah okay
“Yeah 8 months with the taliban it’s whatever.”
Secretary of State Antony Blinken pledges unwavering support in talks with Benjamin Netanyahu, but warns that Palestinian civilians must not be harmed. Also, Japan moves to dissolve the Unification Church over alleged links to the assassination of former PM Shinzo Abe. And Taylor Swift's concert film premieres in LA.
Somebody please tell Triple H that he's always in a Brawl in the ring.
One little canon crossdressing joke invited the entirety of tumblr into the fanbase and now i see my childhood self-insert hero getting fucked in the ass regularely
Today I’ll write about some geeky stories of old days.
When we started developing for Pokemon Red and Blue,
we at Game Freak took a plunge and bought a UNIX machine
called SUN SPARCstation 1.
Even now I think it was such a bold step because
it was very very expensive.
We also installed LAN boards from Allied Telesis
in our PC9801Xa and Epson computers in order to set up a LAN environment.
Four or five of us logged into the network from different
computers so that we could work together, but it was so slow.
When I was in technical school I studied CG and C language
using a medium-sized computer by DEC, and before I knew it
I was really into UNIX.
For someone like me, therefore, SUN was such an easy-to-use
machine…
But it sometimes crashed.ﾂ? “What on earth is going on?”
Then there were times it never rebooted… “Oh my goodness!”
Whenever this happened I used to yell at the computer
“Start up!!! Please!”ﾂ? It was almost like a prayer.
These days we used streamer tapes that were as large
as VHS cassettes for backups.
But they took so long that we didn’t back up as
often as we should have.
So when computers crashed there was a possibility that
more than a month’s worth of all of our contributions
might go down the drain.
We tried every possible means to rescue the computers.
We read manuals in English and impossibly thick books on computers.
We also asked for help on Nifty Serve’s bulletin board.
When a machine didn’t start up for a continuos period
(like reboots during startup),
I was so completely preoccupied with the problem
that I even had a dream of my machine starting up!
Looking back it was a very good learning experience.
From Masuda, a vi mania.
If a man is using a telescope to look into my house to watch the football game, he does not get to be upset when I change the TV to weird inflation porn.
This is the most surreal image I've seen, not once would I have ever imagined seeing raymond snort coke and eat sushi off of a cow girls ass.
imagine being a poor facebook outsourced african kid content moderator who has to sift through all of anon's steamy fermenting smegma cocksmell or whatever
Well in case if anyone still didn’t understand, the picture before was the POV person pranking nagatoro by ruining her tanning session. Then Nagatoro pranked them back by planting cocaine at their house
Its ironic you talk about black penis being gigantic when the few interracial scenes you've done had small black cock
No, I dont have a problem with you being non-binary, I have a problem with you posting unfunny spongebob memes to make your points
This is the original cirnovslobster.jpg, taken some time in September of 2007, though the oldest version that can be found now is a 4chan post from 2009, but I tracked it to a now defunct website that seemed to be a personal blog of some sort. The lobster is a scorpion mud lobster, and those are likely mangroves in the back, but I could not find a definite location in my research two years ago, when I became enamored by this image despite knowing it for many years before. Outside of this I still know little about it and could not find any further information, so there are many things I still wonder about it to this day (if any more is known, do share). But I did find an ebay listing where someone was selling the exact model of Cirno figure (a keychain/charm), baffling because of how old they are, and since it was a "factory reject" or something, but I managed to snag the powerful artifact for five dollars. She is very cute and I have her attached to my bag. One day I hope to recreate the image with her somehow. Happy Cirno Day.
indonesia secretly contains a portal to hyperborea clearly so there's no contradiction. javans have that vrill warrior spirit that makes them put kechap manis on their rice so it must be true (source: it was revealed to me in a dream)
Years later in 2021, Chris repeatedly cuckolded his own father by having dubiously-consensual sex with his wife in an incest-based affair
Polaroid /ポラロイド/
Psi /Ψ/
R /Ρ;†Rho (Greek)/Р;†Er (Cyrillic)/
RDB /関係データベース;relational database/
RE /正規表現;regular expression/
RISC /限定命令セット計算機/Restricted Instruction Set Computer/
RPC /Remote Procedure Call/
RPG /ロールプレイングゲーム/
Rana /ラナ/
Rho /Ρ/
Richard /リチャード/
Ritchie /リッチー/
Robert /ロバート/ロベルト/
Robin /ロビン/
Rose /ローズ/
Russia /А;→Cyrillic/Б/В/Г/Д/Е/Ё/Ж/З/И/Й/К/Л/М/Н/О/П/Р/С/Т/У/Ф/Х/Ц/Ч/Ш/Щ/Ъ/Ы/Ь/Э/Ю/Я/
S /Σ;Sigma/С;Es (Cyrillic)/
SAX /The Simple API for event-based XML parsing/
SFO /サンフランシスコ/
SPA /製造小売業;繊研新聞社のデスク山崎光弘氏が翻案した略語/Specality Store Retailer of Private Label Apparel/
Sailormoon /セーラームーン/
Saint /聖/
Sally /サリー/
Sandy /サンディー/
Sappho /サッフォー/
Scha /Щ;Cyrillic/
Scotch /スコッチ/
Sh /Ш;Sha (Cyrillic)/
ShSh /Щ;Scha (Cyrillic)/
Sha /Ш;Cyrillic/
Sheena /シーナ/
Shsh /Щ;Scha (Cyrillic)/
Sibip /シビップ/
Sigma /Σ/
Singapore /シンガポール/
Sony /ソニー/
Square /□/
Stallman /ストールマン/
god i wish i wouldn't have to explain the intricacies of the neopets economy to you guys to give the full context for this but. the new neopets team that took over from jumpstart pledged that they were going to curb the inflation of rare items, which is great because a lot of rare items are worth literally hundreds of millions of neopoints, they are unbuyable unless you've been playing actively for 20 years. they did this earlier with a site festival that included random loot boxes, some of which had Unbelievably Fucking Rare And Precious items worth 200 million neopoints apiece.
well.
today they have gone a step further. by releasing this year's trick-or-treat bags. and having the trick-or-treat bags be stuffed to the brim with unbelievably fucking rare stamps, weapons, paint brushes, defense magic, and other unbuyables. (all prohibitively expensive and in-high-demand types of items.)
jellyneo, the premier neopets website, has recorded prices of some items plummeting from 2,000,000 neopoints to 4,000 neopoints IN THE LAST THREE HOURS. this is when most people haven't even heard about the event or OPENED THEIR BAGS YET.
and of course. cherry on top. 20-year-old account holders are crytyping on the site events neoboard about how mean and cruel it is to make rare stamps part of the prize pool, because their entire identity hinges on being part of the neopian bourgeoisie, and they are having MELTDOWNS over their assets being devalued until they're part of the lowly proletariat.
this is a children's game for children btw.
none of the money is real.
i'm having such a good time.
Is this that Captain Tylor lad? Funny man, funny man. Truly the greatest captain that space did ever see.
Oh wait, I see tits. Well, my point still stands.
there's a propaganda guy in tel aviv whose job it is to make shit up like "uhhhh hamas pumped air up a dude's ass until he exploded" and he's going insane because every time, no matter how creative or specific, it turns out an irgun guy did that exact thing in '48
When bacteria become active they essentially start shitting in your food. As long as you stay within a certain time limit your immune system and stomach acids take care of it, but the amount grows exponentially over time. You can kill the bacteria with heat but their shit is still shit. And just like an actual log, heating it isn't going to make it any more sanitary to eat.
The short of it is that the bacteria usually isn't what kills you, the excrement is.
To quibble four words:
Add "ABC" to some string things.
Add "DEF" to the string things.
Add "G" to the string things.
Add "H" to the string things.
Quibble the string things.
To quibble one word:
Add "ABC" to some string things.
Quibble the string things.
To quibble some string things:
Quibble the string things giving a string.
Destroy the string things.
Write the string on the console.
To quibble some string things giving a string:
Append "{" to the string.
Put the string things' count into a count.
If the count is 0, append "}" to the string; exit.
Get a string thing from the string things.
If the count is 1, append the string thing's string then "}" to the string; exit.
Loop.
If a counter is past the count minus 2, append the string thing's string then " and " then the string thing's next's string then "}" to the string; exit.
Append the string thing's string then ", " to the string.
Put the string thing's next into the string thing.
Repeat.
To quibble two words:
Add "ABC" to some string things.
Add "DEF" to the string things.
Quibble the string things.
To quibble zero words:
Quibble some string things.
To run:
Start up.
Quibble zero words.
Quibble one word.
Quibble two words.
Quibble four words.
Wait for the escape key.
Shut down.
Imagine Felix before the throne on the Day of Judgment, when all the books will be opened and every deed exposed, and his immediate family, suicided mum and stepfamily in the gallery. We can never be certain, but imagine someone actually being able to find out how retarded someone is and how much they're faking it to get out of unpleasant stuff like work, hygiene or personal responsibility. Imagine G-d telling Felix that he knew full well shitting himself was wrong and that he did it on purpose. Imagine G-d in court taking away a willful retard's shroud of plausible deniability. Imagine his dad finally screaming at him, "Well now we know you weren't that retarded Felix! You shat everywhere!!!" For years!
After I heard that rappers hold their pee in after drinking lean to make it hit harder, I started doing the same thing with coffee. I was about to piss myself on the subway in my light-wash Japanese denim so I discreetly hunched over & released in a Gatorade bottle I half-concealed with my hoodie. A homeless guy must've noticed because an appropriate amount of time after, he approached me with a noticeably lithe strut & offered me half a gram of crack for $40. Something about his aura instilled a certainty in me that this was a good deal so I took him up on it, he then gave me a pipe in exchange for a cig. As soon as I hit it, I knew it was meth, but when you get in that "doing" mindset you're not gonna pull back, like when you're at a show grinding on some [tradwife] & the strobe light illuminates the silhouette of her Adam's apple for a couple flashes. You change course slightly, telling yourself it's only for the night, and you ensure nobody you know finds out. I had no ill feelings towards the homeless guy, as unlike many vagrants I could intuit that he wasn't demonically possessed, but rather was channeling the archetype of a fairy, notorious for their trickery but with a lighter, jester-like quality which you can't help but chuckle at. It helps his case that he sold me high-grade glass, whereas a lesser hobo would've sold me bath salts & baking powder, at best. Long story short, the piss method does work. If you train your bladder well enough, it ups the potency almost as much as inhaling a cig through your nose does. Rightwing holistic bros don't talk about this.
Everybody is waking up to what a massive scam seed oils are and it is beautiful to see.
Seed oils are the most destructive force in the world today and cutting them out of your diet will radically change your health.
It doesn’t matter if you’re a vegan or a carnivore. This toxic sludge is linked to almost every chronic disease and is hidden in every single diet if you’re not careful.
Not eating them is not enough.
You need to have a yard sign rejecting them. You need every person that enters your home to know that you hate seed oils. You need to throw them away in every home you walk into. You need to scream at waiters that serve them. You need to bring butter with you everywhere. You need to dedicate your life to taking down these oils.
Why do they cause so much damage?
I believe one of the things that ties together all the mitochondrial dysfunction are seed oils via three main mechanisms:
First, they remodel the cardiolipin structure of mitochondria.
This causes:
Second, seed oils are highly susceptible to damage from the unsaturated bonds and they break down into toxic byproducts like HNE, acrolein and MDA when oxidized.
These byproducts are linked to cancer, obesity, diabetes and alzheimers disease.
Third, they serve as precursors to inflammatory prostaglandins that are also linked to every chronic disease.
When people consume seed oils, they accumulate them in their fat.
The average human today has over 20% of their fat as linoleic acid, vs just 7% 50 years ago
Similar to letting a bottle of oil sit out in the sun, over time this causes your body to go rancid
This is sickness.
Stick to saturated fats instead.
My recommended alternatives:
Butter
Ghee
Beef Tallow
Macadamia Nut Oil
Coconut Oil
Organic extra virgin olive oil
Seed oil free 2023. Who’s with me?
Are you telling me if I make line of banana lead to trap I won’t catch nigga?
Hey I have a question. I know you don't use the dqn blog anymore but WHAT was DQN, is it still running? Is there a website and if not when was it shut down. I tried looking up "DQN" and nothing popped up. Thanks if you do answer
really bad post dude. vile, putrid, pure carnage. only the obliteration of something pure will sate this imbalance youve created. you made an evil that can only be absolved through the destruction of happiness. you made such a bad post you might’ve actually lowered the net goodness present in the universe
Dear strangers,
From the moment I discovered the Internet at a young age, it has been a magical place to me. Growing up in a small town, relatively isolated from the larger world, it was a revelation how much more there was to discover – how many interesting people and ideas the world had to offer.
As a young teenager, I couldn’t just waltz onto a college campus and tell a student: “Let’s debate moral philosophy!” I couldn’t walk up to a professor and say: “Tell me something interesting about microeconomics!” But online, I was able to meet those people, and have those conversations. I was also an avid Wikipedia editor; I contributed to open source software projects; and I often helped answer computer programming questions posed by people many years older than me.
In short, the Internet opened the door to a much larger, more diverse, and more vibrant world than I would have otherwise been able to experience; and enabled me to be an active participant in, and contributor to, that world. All of this helped me to learn, and to grow into a more well-rounded person.
Moreover, as a survivor of childhood rape, I was acutely aware that any time I interacted with someone in the physical world, I was risking my physical body. The Internet gave me a refuge from that fear. I was under no illusion that only good people used the Internet; but I knew that, if I said “no” to someone online, they couldn’t physically reach through the screen and hold a weapon to my head, or worse. I saw the miles of copper wires and fiber-optic cables between me and other people as a kind of shield – one that empowered me to be less isolated than my trauma and fear would have otherwise allowed.
I launched Omegle when I was 18 years old, and still living with my parents. It was meant to build on the things I loved about the Internet, while introducing a form of social spontaneity that I felt didn’t exist elsewhere. If the Internet is a manifestation of the “global village”, Omegle was meant to be a way of strolling down a street in that village, striking up conversations with the people you ran into along the way.
The premise was rather straightforward: when you used Omegle, it would randomly place you in a chat with someone else. These chats could be as long or as short as you chose. If you didn’t want to talk to a particular person, for whatever reason, you could simply end the chat and – if desired – move onto another chat with someone else. It was the idea of “meeting new people” distilled down to almost its platonic ideal.
Building on what I saw as the intrinsic safety benefits of the Internet, users were anonymous to each other by default. This made chats more self-contained, and made it less likely that a malicious person would be able to track someone else down off-site after their chat ended.
I didn’t really know what to expect when I launched Omegle. Would anyone even care about some Web site that an 18 year old kid made in his bedroom in his parents’ house in Vermont, with no marketing budget? But it became popular almost instantly after launch, and grew organically from there, reaching millions of daily users. I believe this had something to do with meeting new people being a basic human need, and with Omegle being among the best ways to fulfill that need. As the saying goes: “If you build a better mousetrap, the world will beat a path to your door.”
Over the years, people have used Omegle to explore foreign cultures; to get advice about their lives from impartial third parties; and to help alleviate feelings of loneliness and isolation. I’ve even heard stories of soulmates meeting on Omegle, and getting married. Those are only some of the highlights.
Unfortunately, there are also lowlights. Virtually every tool can be used for good or for evil, and that is especially true of communication tools, due to their innate flexibility. The telephone can be used to wish your grandmother “happy birthday”, but it can also be used to call in a bomb threat. There can be no honest accounting of Omegle without acknowledging that some people misused it, including to commit unspeakably heinous crimes.
I believe in a responsibility to be a “good Samaritan”, and to implement reasonable measures to fight crime and other misuse. That is exactly what Omegle did. In addition to the basic safety feature of anonymity, there was a great deal of moderation behind the scenes, including state-of-the-art AI operating in concert with a wonderful team of human moderators. Omegle punched above its weight in content moderation, and I’m proud of what we accomplished.
Omegle’s moderation even had a positive impact beyond the site. Omegle worked with law enforcement agencies, and the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, to help put evildoers in prison where they belong. There are “people” rotting behind bars right now thanks in part to evidence that Omegle proactively collected against them, and tipped the authorities off to.
All that said, the fight against crime isn’t one that can ever truly be won. It’s a never-ending battle that must be fought and re-fought every day; and even if you do the very best job it is possible for you to do, you may make a sizable dent, but you won’t “win” in any absolute sense of that word. That’s heartbreaking, but it’s also a basic lesson of criminology, and one that I think the vast majority of people understand on some level. Even superheroes, the fictional characters that our culture imbues with special powers as a form of wish fulfillment in the fight against crime, don’t succeed at eliminating crime altogether.
In recent years, it seems like the whole world has become more ornery. Maybe that has something to do with the pandemic, or with political disagreements. Whatever the reason, people have become faster to attack, and slower to recognize each other’s shared humanity. One aspect of this has been a constant barrage of attacks on communication services, Omegle included, based on the behavior of a malicious subset of users.
To an extent, it is reasonable to question the policies and practices of any place where crime has occurred. I have always welcomed constructive feedback; and indeed, Omegle implemented a number of improvements based on such feedback over the years. However, the recent attacks have felt anything but constructive. The only way to please these people is to stop offering the service. Sometimes they say so, explicitly and avowedly; other times, it can be inferred from their act of setting standards that are not humanly achievable. Either way, the net result is the same.
Omegle is the direct target of these attacks, but their ultimate victim is you: all of you out there who have used, or would have used, Omegle to improve your lives, and the lives of others. When they say Omegle shouldn’t exist, they are really saying that you shouldn’t be allowed to use it; that you shouldn’t be allowed to meet random new people online. That idea is anathema to the ideals I cherish – specifically, to the bedrock principle of a free society that, when restrictions are imposed to prevent crime, the burden of those restrictions must not be targeted at innocent victims or potential victims of crime.
Consider the idea that society ought to force women to dress modestly in order to prevent rape. One counter-argument is that rapists don’t really target women based on their clothing; but a more powerful counter-argument is that, irrespective of what rapists do, women’s rights should remain intact. If society robs women of their rights to bodily autonomy and self-expression based on the actions of rapists – even if it does so with the best intentions in the world – then society is practically doing the work of rapists for them.
Fear can be a valuable tool, guiding us away from danger. However, fear can also be a mental cage that keeps us from all of the things that make life worth living. Individuals and families must be allowed to strike the right balance for themselves, based on their own unique circumstances and needs. A world of mandatory fear is a world ruled by fear – a dark place indeed.
I’ve done my best to weather the attacks, with the interests of Omegle’s users – and the broader principle – in mind. If something as simple as meeting random new people is forbidden, what’s next? That is far and away removed from anything that could be considered a reasonable compromise of the principle I outlined. Analogies are a limited tool, but a physical-world analogy might be shutting down Central Park because crime occurs there – or perhaps more provocatively, destroying the universe because it contains evil. A healthy, free society cannot endure when we are collectively afraid of each other to this extent.
Unfortunately, what is right doesn’t always prevail. As much as I wish circumstances were different, the stress and expense of this fight – coupled with the existing stress and expense of operating Omegle, and fighting its misuse – are simply too much. Operating Omegle is no longer sustainable, financially nor psychologically. Frankly, I don’t want to have a heart attack in my 30s.
The battle for Omegle has been lost, but the war against the Internet rages on. Virtually every online communication service has been subject to the same kinds of attack as Omegle; and while some of them are much larger companies with much greater resources, they all have their breaking point somewhere. I worry that, unless the tide turns soon, the Internet I fell in love with may cease to exist, and in its place, we will have something closer to a souped-up version of TV – focused largely on passive consumption, with much less opportunity for active participation and genuine human connection. If that sounds like a bad idea to you, please consider donating to the Electronic Frontier Foundation, an organization that fights for your rights online.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who used Omegle for positive purposes, and to everyone who contributed to the site’s success in any way. I’m so sorry I couldn’t keep fighting for you.
You’re getting horny from girls touching foreheads ?
While the title Xiǎojiě (小姐) is commonly used in Taiwan, Malaysia and Singapore as an equivalent for the English "Miss", it is a euphemism for "prostitute" in mainland China and hence should be avoided.
Since “mujahideen run for a few hours, daily, on mountains before having their breakfast,” Western jihadis are advised to run in the park in “three quarter jogging trousers,” learn to jump off walls on Wikihow, and join a climbing club. “If you keep jumping off your back wall, your neighbor might think you’re doing something suspicious and report you to the police, so small things like this are better avoided to bring the least amount of attention to yourself as possible,” the manual states. And to train on shooting? “You should buy Toy guns (Nerf guns), or Pellet guns or Paintball guns for target practice” — preferably through a kid who won’t raise suspicion. Then, become a gamer. “Playing games like Call of Duty gives you knowledge of techniques used in warfare on different terrains.”
C'mon man, first cigarettes, then asbestos and now I can't huff even a parrot?
C'mon man, first cigarettes, then asbestos and now I can't huff even a parrot?
You joke but most of the education in America and by correlation democrat ideology in general is straight out of Marx’s Communist Manifesto. It was part of our curriculum or as you put it -indoctrination- back in the USSR so it’s pretty interesting watching it unfold step by step slowly but surely.
(Yes, I love Hitler covers)
An Italian anime news outlet recently made (and then promptly deleted) an article listing all of the raped characters in One Piece. It should be noted that the writer, Amedeo Sebastiano, has even wrote "For women, naturally, the possibility of being raped should be considered"
Update: they just posted an article when they literally admit that there was NO human to verify what their articles had in, meaning that literally they just kept posting and posting articles without even knowing what was written in. Oh, and Sebastiano wasn't fired, just suspended
That's ok, man, I can just keep signing in. I'm sure you're aware that I don't give a fuck what mods think or do, not even when I was one. You've been BYOB mod for a while now but it's about time for you to resign. That would be true even if you were a good one, which you are not and have rarely ever been.
I don't claim to have a monopoly on what BYOB means or is, but this is not a case where you are listening to both sides and compromising. You are protecting your Posting Pals because you have no idea how to do anything other than participate in cliquey catchphrase bullshit. The way you conduct yourself is not welcoming, it is not chill, it is a rancid parody of friendliness, a thin veneer of purple and teal over fragile intolerance.
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Marshmallow cum tub?
I get that I'm biased because I do play gacha games but I'm constantly seeing posts like "it sucks when you find art with your favorite kink but they're from a gacha game" I would simply go forth and jerk off regardless
if the knowledge that the characters are from a gacha keeps you from cranking it then that's a skill issue on your part
Don't use the word indio, even though it's Spanish. For natives, it's very much like the English n-word, since it was used by Spanish conquerors. The politically correct way of speaking is el indígena or la indígena — although, like the n-word, very close people inside a circle of friends can get away with it. Another word to be careful with is cholo, chola, or cholita, meaning indígena. This may be used affectionately among indigenous people (it's a very common appellation for a child, for instance), but it's offensive coming from an outsider. The n-word is used, but in a funny/playful way, so If you hear it in the street, don't be offended right away.
I am a vile, racist extremist, and I have not watched the Little Wokemaid. The discussion around this oversized turd is reason enough for going on a genocidal rampage. The amount of human rights you deserve cannot be understated, and your words are like sandpaper in my brain.
Not my country,
not my people,
not my problem.
>why does she look like her flesh and skin are breaking there? she looks happy, but she should be screaming in pain
Anon... you've never seen a VAGINA, have you?
I went to a museum of contemporary art. A man with a hard boner exposed was lying on a conveyor belt. The dick was dressed in the costume of a medieval paladin. Then the conveyor belt started moving. Heavy rains and blizzards blew against the paladin, but he never went down.
After a while monsters appeared. As the man on the belt shook his hips violently, the paladin swung his sword savagely and beat them in a flash. The conveyor keeps running. He crossed over hills and deep dales, eventually defeated the evil king and rescued the damsel in distress.
That was the dream I had on the night of my 50th birthday. For real... Anyway, HBD to me! It might also mean Hard Boner Dream to me.
>>315
Dream journals always have that instatnly obvious tone. We all boot into the same state of mind I guess.
Okay, Mr. Ben Shapiro, if I wear a bib and a diaper, will you then debate me?
I posted the warning on this Twitter account last night. But despite this advanced warning, Hamas didn't take its weapons beneath to its command and control center beneath al-Shifa. No, it decided to leave these weapons lying around in radiology ward so as to give Israel a photo-op.
Truly, it cannot be independently verified whether Mr Kingsley is a moron or a lickspittle--or probably both.
Deer season is upon us.
Deer are softer than trees. Deer are softer than rolling your car 8 times.
THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LARPING AND CULTURE IS TWO GENERATIONS
ok so i would like to share a story with y'all.
this year for halloween me, my mom, and my sister, went to a church a few hours away to attend their "fear not fest". my grandaunt used to take my mom all the time when she was younger, since the church also has a school and my uncle (moms cusion) went to it.
now, this was my first time there, both at the church and at the fnf, and also first time actually going out for halloween (these past few years have been... anxiety inducing when it comes to the holiday)
(btw i was dressed up as a pirate, my sister had already been wearing a black dress so she just put on cat ears, and my mom was in a soccor mom outfit, not for dressing up, no, but because she didn't have tinme to come up with a costume. i myself had to settle for pirate bc it was an outfit for the beauty and the beast show i was in this spetember, and if i could, i would've been Annabelle Cane. none of this matters to the story, i just wanted to say it)
so me and my sister were waiting in line to smack each other off of a little platform with big ol' like, pillow-y hting. never remember what those games are called but yk.
so as we're waiting we're eating some cupcakes we'd bought at the food selling vender area, drinking hot-chocolate, etc., just waiting.
then.
He apears.
a young man, who looks exactly like the animation but irl btw, in a white dress shirt, dark grey pants, a grey vest, black hat, and black tie walks by the line to leave the fnf into the parkinglot.
he was walking with one of his friends, they had just finished syaing something i couldn't hear over the other conversations in the queue.
and by some chance, we Lock Eyes.
i stare in mute horror, amazment, shock, bewilderment at the One before me.
I could tell he knew what i was feeling, what i was thinking.
we can recognize our own in public.
should- should i say something? i like your shoelaces? but my family will wonder... my sister can't know i know. as i wondered what i should do he gives me this look i can't describe, then smirks.
we keep our eyes on each other as he walks off, only looking away when we'd have to turn our heads further to look.
i stood there, eyes falling to the candy wrapper littered ground, at a loss for words.
i tried to look back behind me to see him, but he was already getting smaller and smaller, fading into just a background blur.
i tried to go on with my night.
but my thoughts lingered at the few seconds of true... i can't even give it a word, that i'd just experienced.
i didn't see him again that night.
also the thing we were in line for closed before we could even smack eahc other so that was all for nothing, i witnessed it all for nothing.
also there were a few kids in glam rock freddy and roxy outfits. the quality was shitty, but the kids were cute and i could tell by the way their parents looked they had pestered a lot for them.
also there was The Chicken but that's a story for another day.
there was also a family in Coraline outfits and i felt put to shame by my half-assed pirate while the (im assuming) dad walked by in full Bobinsky Swagger
#story time
#it was actually fairly fun
#food was
#alright
#was kinda mid
#and the candy sucked it tasted like they were laced with hairspray
#but expired hairspray
#don't ask me how i know that taste
#but all in all it was nice hanging out iwth my sister and mom
#it's a dynamic we don't often have but when we do
#it gets funny and chaotic but chill too
#a very fond halloween memory to look back on and tell my grandchildren one day
#but ofc i would need to tell them who the onceler is
I got a testicle massage and it was amazing (not sexual)
There's a type of massage called "Japkasai" which is a THERAPEUTIC massage where a woman massages your groin, inner thighs, "taint", and of course, testicles. It was 14,000 yen for a 60 minute testicle massage. Here's the process.
Arrive, take shower, 20 minutes spent massaging groin, taint, inner thighs, then 40 minutes of pinching and rubbing and massaging testicles and pushing energy up the shaft. To be clear again, this is NOT sexual, although she sometimes does rub your penis in order to move the energy from the testicles up the shaft.
The first half is extremely painful. You know how there are knots in your legs, backs, etc when you haven't gotten a proper massage in a while? Well imagine your groin, which has probably never gotten a deep tissue massage, ever. There were actually knots in my groin area that she broke up with powerful rubbing and it almost made me cry out in pain. She broke through the knots and then moved to the ball sack.
The balls massage is actually somewhat pleasurable. She's basically just massaging and kneading your balls and getting the blood to flow for 40 minutes, it doesn't really hurt that much.
The results were astounding. After I got home and relaxed a bit, I checked my balls and noticed that they had increased in size by nearly 50%. They weren't in pain or swollen, I think it's just blood flow that has been improved.
Also, I woke up with a RAGING erection this morning, felt like I was 15 again (I'm 32). I highly recommend this vitalizing therapy to people. The funniest part is that I told my girlfriend (who still lives in America but is planning to join me soon) that I was thinking about getting a ball massage and she thought it was hilarious. When I told her I actually got one, she was kind of shocked that I actually got it but laughed when I told her about the experience. Then at night, she randomly called me and said she was ultra pissed that I allowed another woman to touch me and see me naked... despite me telling her over and over again that the woman is sixty years old and that this is not a sexual massage. Women, lol.
Own a tomahawk for home defense, just like the great fathers intended. five settlers wielding uzis break into my house claiming it as their own. "by Allah and big chief wounded knee!" As I grab my feather-decorated keffyeh and Comanche war club. I bash the head of the first settler, he's dead on the spot. throw my tomahawk on the second man, miss him entirely because it weighs 3 kilos, and lands on the third settler's scalp, such a waste for a perfect zionist scalp. I have to resort to the scimitar mounted at the top of the stairs made with Damascus steel, "bismillah, If we must die, we die defending our rights, peace be upon you sitting bull" I rush the two men wearing a locket that's been blessed by the medicine men and imams of Kentucky, the light of Allah deflects the bullets back to the legs of the settlers, their scream makes the car outside sound their alarm "AYAYAYAYAYAYAYA" i say as i charge the last terrified white man. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since wootz steel wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the great fathers intended
nice argument unfortunately i have already depicted you as the arrogant and brash monkey king leaping an infinite breadth to the edge of the universe and myself as the enlightened buddha whose palm you have not escaped for I am the great sage equal to heaven
My three year old child, Chuck, owns 13 ipads which he simply rotates between throughout the day. Each iPad is for a different type of content, one is for elsagate videos (he loves them) one is for Andrew Tate and one is for Nikocado Avocado. I don't know what the others are for. I don't think he sleeps, he just 'powers down' whilst Vaush plays in the background. When I gave him his breakfast last night (dinosaur chicken nuggets) he simply poked them with his fingers and said ''ugh, cringe, these tendies dont even have any screen for me to catch up on the latest drama in the soyjack community on'' in a perfect American accent. He then threw the tendies in my face whilst shouting ''Alexa play baby shark full volume'' causing the 200 minirigs he has scattered throughout the house to blast the baby shark song. I fell to the floor in pain, Chuck stood over me, ''Freddy fazbear is my mum now'' he said.
Raw meat is how you get tapeworms.
Personally, I disapprove of tapeworms.
All helminths, really. Foul serpents.
Now I'm imagining a chute in the cell that leads into a hole alligned to Tai Lung's face, shooting McNuggets at him every 3 hours or so.
I get why he was so pissed off now, imagine trying to sleep upright and chained, then getting a McNugget shotgun blast to the face, just as you are about to finally relax.
This is some Guantanamo bay level shit.
References
[1] Barbie. Recorded message:math is too hard, around 1995.
[2.0] "Imagine being one of these 190, 000 people in these stands forced to watch this by the government of North Korea and it ends up being a SHITSHOW. The first day of Collision in Korea just ends up being severely disappointing and probably the worst New Japan affiliated event in it's history and I thought BATTLE 7 was HORRIBLE. [*1/4]"
おならとメスイキの共通点として「凄いのきちゃう！」と思っても案外大したことないことが多い点が挙げられる。
Are you familiar with the film Forrest Gump? Imagine if Forrest did war crimes and regime change instead of play ping pong and drive a shrimpin boat. Basically the entire American Cold War policy was a product of his making.
He’s also like bubba, but instead of listing shrimp dishes, he can list different ways to destabilize the global south.
Okay so let me start off thank you for taking your time to read this. Now let's start. MARTIN LUTHER WAS I2a! So what you might ask? He started Protestantism as a response to the R1b and G2 haplocurse over his I2a people (yes G2 they subverted European aristocracy). Okay. I2a and I1 belong to the same haplogroup? So what? Scandinavia is predominately I1 and all Scandinavians, despite their internal divisions, embraced Protestantism without a fuss. Makes you think. So why did he do the Reformation? Because it's all about a return to the original ancient indigenous European condition, before the Aryan migrations and the E1b1 and G2 farmers. That's what it's all about, Sola Scriptura, Indulgences, are all coverup for this chain of events. IT WAS AN ATTEMPT AT I TO BREAK THE HAPLOCURSE OF R1B AND G2 AND THE SUBVERSION OF THE EUROPEAN ESTABLISHMENT. "So let the scales fall from your eyes." (Genesis 2:14).
I will never forget the day I finished watching Mobile Suit Gundam and thought "wow, that was so good. I have to digest this" and sat there stunned for a few minutes. then tabbed over to twitter and saw Henry Kissinger died
Imagine a thick tube of piss squishing out at thousands of pounds per square inch, originating in the bladder and then circulating like a prop plane in a front loop through the meaty tube and gingerly out the glans. The urethra puckers with each variation of pressure, resembling a hungry baby bird. But instead of feeding, it gives.
man's death is everyone's problem but his own.
【悲報】原神マルチプレイにて、俺が下手すぎて親切に助けに来てくれた野良インドネシア人に愛想をつかされてしまう
What a fascinating introduction of a young male bear into the magic of sex by letting him "sow his wild oats" essentially to what could be a "sexpert" female ... and his mother can't help but feel proud at what could best be seen as an initiation exercise into full-scale beardom!
To avoid negative repercussions, I make sure to begin every conversation not with hello, but "I unequivocally condemn Hamas." Sure, it made the DMV lady nervous for some reason, but I want to make sure there's no misunderstandings.
Ugh. Religion is so cringe.
I don't even mean the war. I mean many of these Eastern European countries have GDPs in line or worse than African nations. Russia's transition into Capitalism after 1991 was messy and never ''worked out'' as the western leaders at the time would have hoped far. I think they took that ''just like us'' approach where they believed Russians and other Slavs could create another America as they were ''white''. What could go wrong? right. The realty is probably that Slavic people were less like them than they thought. Russians, Ukrainians and others have created ghettos in their own countries that make Detroit Michigan look like a trip to lollipop land. The villages are hellish places that would scare the living day lights out of anyone living in a western country.
Because last time I checked, Pomni is only 15 years old, so that counts as child pornography, unless I'm mistaken.
Do you think the horsecocks of the 4 horsemen's horses cum their respective apocalyptic fluids?
Think of this general problem space as the gene therapy equivalent of "back alley butt lifts."
Truly a fantasy shared by straight men everywhere. A girl straddling you and undressing while you gaze at her over your own massive tits. Very heterosexual desire
You ever notice asian girls in amateur porn always have the same look to em? Someone needs to look into the east asian slut phenotype
I didn't know aftershave commercials could go this hard. It's Norwegian, isn't it?
LOL, you just imagined it’s consistent because that’s what you WANTED to see. I bet when you read the Bible it tells you exactly what you WANTED to hear too. It’s a trick of linguistics that our own minds play on themselves when we WANT something to be true; when we want something, we fit any random language to mean what we WANT it to mean. That’s why the Bible can be used to justify any immoral act you can think of, if you WANT it to. Your imagination played a trick on itself.
You think you had a consistent conversation? Then just you try to get it to have another one with you, I dare you. Because your imagination can only keep up the delusion for so long, unless you’re completely psychotic.
“We don’t ‘create our own reality’; psychotics do that.”
–Ken Wilber
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