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Do what ever the hell you want, kiddies.
Make your own topic, damn it.
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Oh boy here we go.
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Originally Posted by Seroquel
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It won't show, it;s the what's going on in this thr- OH LAWD picture.
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Originally Posted by xXxUnumtriumxXx
i was gonna post that
From the Principia Discordia:
A ZEN STORY
by Camden Benares, The Count of Five
Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal
A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing.
He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords
that troubled him, but he remained troubled.
One night in a coffee house, a
self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will
find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those
who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go
to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position
on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate."
He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was
frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the resr of the
plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes
and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon
rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through
the room said about him.
His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as
if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that
time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man
was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others
say he is a shithead."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
lets get naked
The round face of the grub-man peered upon me now. “His dinner is ready. Won’t he dine to-day, either? Or does he live without dining?”
“Lives without dining,” said I, and closed the eyes.
“Eh!—He’s asleep, aint he?”
“With kings and counsellors,” murmured I.
Not sure whats happening here, so...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnI0mHWg3j4
Nasrudin was at a football game. He had been shouting until half-time, and felt thirsty.
'I'm going to get a drink of water,' he told his friend.
'And one for me,' said the friend.
In a few minutes Nasrudin came back.
'I tried to have a drink of water for you, but I found, after I had had my own drink, that you were not thirsty after all.'
LOL, now I'm thirsty, wtf
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'Why are you dragging your wife towards the market-place like that, Mulla?
'I have just had a brilliant idea. She is forty years old today, and I propose to exchange her for two twenty-year-olds.'
Do you realize threads in sb can get locked for being too sensless?
I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm from flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hari Kiri Rock! I need scissors! 61!Quote:
Originally Posted by ooflendoodle
Just a friendly warning it happened to me. :crying:
All hail saint bicycle-wheel!
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Originally Posted by ooflendoodle
Use the pointy end!
I demand that this be closed. If Mario's spam thread couldn't stay, there's no reason this one can.
/stillangryaboutthat
all ur senseless banter thread suck more than this oneQuote:
Originally Posted by Jesus of Suburbia
this is fucking stupid.Quote:
Originally Posted by Sassafrax
I hate everyone. I love everyone. I want to kill everyone. I want to save everyone. I have no motivation. I want nothing. This is just a nightmare. Soon I'll wake up and forget it happened. Only to wake up to another day. A day of sunlight and pain. A day of walking through a forest of chaos and confusion. Where I'm blind and can't see. Where confusion is all I have. Where I walk aimless following clues that lead nowhere. I have no complaints. I have no troubles. apparently I am insane. I have a sickness. I don't participate. I don't fight others to survive. I just let them step over me, as I lay there smiling. Dying on the floor. the sunlight burns. I wait for the night to come.
get out of here tryndamere
That awkward moment when a sentence doesn’t end the way you think it octopus.
Occasionally you will find a pie among the windowsills which is not yet consumed by a sex-obsessed donkey. Occasionally.
Waiting for another person to come along is like waiting for a drop of honey to reach you across an ocean made of bees.
When it rains, when it rains, when it rains, when it rains, when it rains it pours, it pours like hell.
Intertwine yourself around the bounds of your mind a bit more and you may find yourself on the other side of the tree where the squirrel hid for all but you to see.
So yeah, I tried putting cream on it, but the rash just won't go away......any ideas?