The NZA Posted May 14, 2012 Author Share Posted May 14, 2012 WHAT NOW, LIBURULS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keth Posted May 14, 2012 Share Posted May 14, 2012 WHAT NOW, LIBURULS Somebody needs to do a dramatic reading of that one. Quite jewishly indeed... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 14, 2012 Share Posted May 14, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 15, 2012 Share Posted May 15, 2012 Shaving head + beard does not make one look like Richie Tennenbaum, it makes one look like they have leukemia. I know I've lost a shit load of weight in the last five months but this is beyond a joke. I feel like Tom Hanks in the last twenty minutes of Philadelphia. Jason Robards would fire my ass. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
IceManML Posted May 15, 2012 Share Posted May 15, 2012 Can u die from laughter? Cuz I seriously can't breathe Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lycaon Posted May 15, 2012 Share Posted May 15, 2012 (edited) I don't think I've posted this, but if I have... Whatevah, whatevah, I do what I want! Edited May 15, 2012 by Lycaon Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Hakujin Posted May 15, 2012 Share Posted May 15, 2012 Shaving head + beard does not make one look like Richie Tennenbaum, it makes one look like they have leukemia. I know I've lost a shit load of weight in the last five months but this is beyond a joke. I feel like Tom Hanks in the last twenty minutes of Philadelphia. Jason Robards would fire my ass. And apparently Antonio Banderas would fuck it. Someone has a high opinion of himself... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 16, 2012 Share Posted May 16, 2012 No, Antonio Banderas fell in fuck love with Not Sure he still loved him but this Hanks wasn't getting the fuck. I hope this grows out soon. . . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mr. Hakujin Posted May 16, 2012 Share Posted May 16, 2012 Please. You know he'd roll him over and do him dirty. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 16, 2012 Share Posted May 16, 2012 The sad thing is, yes, yes I do. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 16, 2012 Share Posted May 16, 2012 Just spotted that today is Jont's 10 year Hondoversary. Holy shit. I remember him, Nick, SoF, SB, (my fave) D8 and a few others from The Preacher Boards which I spent faaaarrr too much time on when I should have been using the college library to study. That would've been in and around October 2001. Then Tu dragged me over here (or fuck was it DD then?) in 2003, on Paddy's Day no less, what the fuck was I doing not out on the piss, I had to have been sick is all I can guess. Time is flying. Fuck I'm feeling old. Definitely getting stoned now. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ganny McVagflaps Posted May 18, 2012 Share Posted May 18, 2012 In 1912, after she called him "the Old Maid of novelists" in a scathing review of his new book, Marriage, journalist and author Rebecca West met and fell in love with H. G. Wells. The often-explosive affair that resulted lasted for some months, until, in March of 1913, Wells — 26 years her senior and already a married man — broke off their relationship. West was distraught, and responded with the following intense letter. March 1913 Dear H. G., During the next few days I shall either put a bullet through my head or commit something more shattering to myself than death. At any rate I shall be quite a different person. I refuse to be cheated out of my deathbed scene. I don't understand why you wanted me three months ago and don't want me now. I wish I knew why that were so. It's something I can't understand, something I despise. And the worst of it is that if I despise you I rage because you stand between me and peace. Of course you're quite right. I haven't anything to give you. You have only a passion for excitement and for comfort. You don't want any more excitement and I do not give people comfort. I never nurse them except when they're very ill. I carry this to excess. On reflection I can imagine that the occasion on which my mother found me most helpful to live with was when I helped her out of a burning house. I always knew that you would hurt me to death some day, but I hoped to choose the time and place. You've always been unconsciously hostile to me and I have tried to conciliate you by hacking away at my love for you, cutting it down to the little thing that was the most you wanted. I am always at a loss when I meet hostility, because I can love and I can do practically nothing else. I was the wrong sort of person for you to have to do with. You want a world of people falling over each other like puppies, people to quarrel and play with, people who rage and ache instead of people who burn. You can't conceive a person resenting the humiliation of an emotional failure so much that they twice tried to kill themselves: that seems silly to you. I can't conceive of a person who runs about lighting bonfires and yet nourishes a dislike of flame: that seems silly to me. You've literally ruined me. I'm burned down to my foundations. I may build myself again or I may not. You say obsessions are curable. They are. But people like me swing themselves from one passion to another, and if they miss smash down somewhere where there aren't any passions at all but only bare boards and sawdust. You have done for me utterly. You know it. That's why you are trying to persuade yourself that I am a coarse, sprawling, boneless creature, and so it doesn't matter. When you said, "You've been talking unwisely, Rebecca," you said it with a certain brightness: you felt that you had really caught me at it. I don't think you're right about this. But I know you will derive immense satisfaction from thinking of me as an unbalanced young female who flopped about in your drawing-room in an unnecessary heart-attack. That is a subtle flattery. But I hate you when you try to cheapen the things I did honestly and cleanly. You did it once before when you wrote to me of "your—much more precious than you imagine it to be—self." That suggests that I projected a weekend at the Brighton Metropole with Horatio Bottomley. Whereas I had written to say that I loved you. You did it again on Friday when you said that what I wanted was some decent fun and that my mind had been, not exactly corrupted, but excited, by people who talked in an ugly way about things that are really beautiful. That was a vile thing to say. You once found my willingness to love you a beautiful and courageous thing. I still think it was. Your spinsterishness makes you feel that a woman desperately and hopelessly in love with a man is an indecent spectacle and a reversal of the natural order of things. But you should have been too fine to feel like that. I would give my whole life to feel your arms round me again. I wish you had loved me. I wish you liked me. Yours, Rebecca P.S. Don't leave me utterly alone. If I live write to me now and then. You like me enough for that. At least I pretend to myself you do. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thelogan Posted May 18, 2012 Share Posted May 18, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Thelogan Posted May 21, 2012 Share Posted May 21, 2012 This is why unicorns lay eggs. Despite a popular misconception, Unicorns and Pegasuses (or Pegusi, if you will) are in fact the same creature. According to archaeological records, a Unicorn is a horse with wings and a horn protruding from their forehead (not to be confused with a Chewnicorn, which is both wingless and has skin consisting of a material not unlike papier-mâché and internal organs resembling delicious confectionery treats). Now, being that a Unicorn is genetically half equine and half avian, the avian traits are dominant in this case. This is also why they have hollow bones, a penchant for corn and delicious, savory flesh. The latter trait being why Unicorns are now extinct. Historical records indicate that the last known Unicorn was shot in the plains of Wyoming in 1822 and devoured with gusto by a small group of settlers. Unicorns did, however, manage to crossbreed with local species and some of their traits persist to this day. This is why occasionally buffalo are born with vestigal wings and have a small chance of laying eggs. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Keth Posted May 21, 2012 Share Posted May 21, 2012 Thank God that's cleared up. Now explain Platypi. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thelogan Posted May 21, 2012 Share Posted May 21, 2012 Beaver fucked a duck. This coupling burned the eyes of God and he cursed them with poisonous barbs and eternal absurdity. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Mr. Hakujin Posted May 23, 2012 Share Posted May 23, 2012 Huh, she's actually pretty hot when she doesn't have a giant baby suckling her teat. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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