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you know... for the environment. |
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i don't mean to feed the troll but V.V, i can't figure out if you're an idiot or just a jerk. Patrick was never backing up the fucking seal hunts, he was making a joke about Paris Hilton, you fucking moron. I realize and respect that english isn't your first language but get a grip on this shit BEFORE YOU START USING ALL CAPS TOO MAKE YOUR INSANE POINT. I know i will regret this. |
It was definately a joke about Paris Hilton. |
and yes. dolphins have been on my shit for sometime. they're next. |
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"Whisper,you will indeed regret your words." really, mr. impotent threat? how so? you might bore her to death with pathetic needy nonsense? she has proven her ability to survive juvenile and pathetic crap quite well here on sorabji.com. what new threat do you bring? and what do you have against wisper, anyway? |
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Really, Truly Clueless |
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rTc oh, you couldn't think of anything beginning with a "T"? nice going. clever as always. |
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Only us old farts could remember that. Before gay ment anything more than being happy. |
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heh yeah |
I took mine. |
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neither do i recommend them in most circumstances |
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Hon is a local greeting around here. Particularly in certain areas of the city it is used quite a lot. Hon |
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Dear members. Trying to get in touch with you all before the next annual 'Bloodbath Tour'. I know you all enjoyed 'Bloodbath 2003 - The Newfoundland Massacre' and this year's bash promises to be bigger and better - particularly now we've got the hippies out of the way. If you can get away from the old lady for just one week, get in touch with Jack 'The Hammer' Casey at jack@sealclubbing.org and send in your sub. At Can$349.00 that's about $1 per seal pup. Rumour has it that old Shanty McShane will be turning up this year so make sure you clear a space in your diary for what promises to be the bloodiest bloodbath of them all! Hope to see you all there, Jez Bloodbath Booker. Keep on Clubbing! |
I'm trying the old gradually cut back and stop method. With miserable results so far. v.v. I'd love to know how you could afford that habit with the high british tobacco taxes? It must cost you a small fortune. |
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I do know that of all of the smokers I know here (and we are close to mexico) none of them crosses the border for tobacco, just prescription medications (you don't need a prescription to get them there) and booze (a lot cheaper there). But I haven't gone to Mexico since I was 14 anyways, so it definately wasn't me buying that stuff. |
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I have no idea why. Unfortunately that can be risky. Some states have managed to get the addresses of people who are ordering from the reservations and sent them huge tax bills for unpaid tabaco and sales taxes. The states just hate losing money. |
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What do you all think? |
Believe me ,this number is for real ..8:00 am til 5:00 pm C.S.T. |
in the ass, i recall now. i shot my seed in thick ropes across RTC industries' sweat slick back. RTC industries looked back at me with RTC industries', phosphorescent cat eyes, moaned wetly and, reaching back with one deeply tanned arm, rubbed semen in slow frothy circles into skin like a flower's petal. ps. happy birthday, Buk. you're missed, missed, missed. |
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by Terry Bisson "They're made out of meat." "Meat?" "Meat. They're made out of meat." "Meat?" "There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat." "That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?" "They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines." "So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact." "They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines." "That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat." "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat." "Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage." "Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?" "Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside." "Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through." "No brain?" "Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you." "So ... what does the thinking?" "You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat." "Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!" "Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?" "Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat." "Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years." "Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?" "First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual." "We're supposed to talk to meat." "That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing." "They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?" "Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat." "I thought you just told me they used radio." "They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat." "Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?" "Officially or unofficially?" "Both." "Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing." "I was hoping you would say that." "It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?" "I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?" "Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact." "So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe." "That's it." "Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?" "They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them." "A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream." "And we marked the entire sector unoccupied." "Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?" "Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again." "They always come around." "And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..." the end |
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i hate them so much. pat buchanan seems reasonable and honorable by comparison to these wingnuts. |
HATEHATEHATE!! seriously, we need to stop letting them own the tone like that. the three r's: repetition repetition repetition. of course, it helps to have media join your chorus. how many times did the swift boat vets get free airplay from news and commentary shows? they're laughing at everyone. even their supporters. everyone. |
Basically, it's the same thing, only they replaced "meat" with "Spam." |
take a look at a website for a person on a serious campaign: johnkerry.com and take a look at Bushs site at this moment http://wwww.georgewbush.com - oh jesus, honor and integrity in the white house since 2000, right? this is a joke, right? This is a serious campaign? |
http://www.georgewbush.com |
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I dont care much for Frusciante on his own... |
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in a cowboy hat. ugh. Kerrys page has anti-Bush stuff of course, but its a small section and it isnt all flashy and in-your-face. |
http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0060544244.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg |
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However, if you give me a rim job, I will consider it. |
I am so Fez. |
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I think that i like George W Bush better than Kerry cause Kerry is a trayter -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By Not telling on Wednesday, October 6, 2004 - 05:18 pm: I think that i like George W Bush better than Kerry cause Kerry is a trayter -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By Ill never tell u on Wednesday, October 6, 2004 - 05:21 pm: KERRY is a trayter cause he sapported the war but did not vote to sapport our troops so he is sooooooooooooooooooooooooo stupid DUDE, YOU SO STUPIT!!!!!!! |
You know what to do. |
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maybe a wife for me and a husband for my girl? "baby, we're getting married to strangers and moving to zealand. the new one." |
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At least I'm sure they would when I mention it after you turn up and move in with them. |
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