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Quote from: Dr. MD MD on January 27, 2021, 12:44:49 AM
Charity isn’t socialism. People voluntarily give charity. Socialism is when the nanny state decides to redistribute the wealth on your behalf their own way and for their own reasons that may and often don’t have anything to do with helping people other than themselves, you simpleton. :
Quote from: Dr. MD MD on January 26, 2021, 11:11:23 PM
Quote from: Dr. MD MD on January 26, 2021, 10:36:07 PM
No, this is:
You better get right, sinner.
QuoteOh yeah, and go fuck yourself with a rusty chainsaw!
Quote from: pate on January 26, 2021, 09:40:08 PM
@Stellar
You or yore text generator spelled "jeopardized" wrong. It also seems to have trouble with Articles, indefinite or definite. Is it Chinese in origin? It seems like the author of the program did/does not speak English as their first language...
This would make sense, actually, a good way to learn a language would be to write a random text generator that had an output of coherent text in that language. It would demonstrate the knowledge of all the little odd grammatical rules, spellings &c.
I recommend you find a better one, maybe see what the New York Times uses, or the "writers" at CNN?
Free advice from,
-p
Quote from: pate on January 26, 2021, 04:55:25 PM
What do you Mean by "Mean Jackstar?": Cruel, average or "intents"?
Axing foar fiend.
-p
ediot: I believe this post satisfies the rare Triple-Entendre rule and I award myself points accordionly.
Quote from: aldousburbank on January 26, 2021, 03:14:27 PM
1- Appoint Stellar as Truth Czar
2-Exterminate dissenters
Quote from: Jackstar on January 26, 2021, 01:29:18 PM
Look, I do not wish to be unclear on this at all. I certainly have my share of problems, and my mental complexes that I am forced to compensate for by eating the flesh of immature animals ceaselessly, frenetically, & spectacularly masturbating with reckless abandon whilst driving are actually quite far from the least amongst them--however, I have not been ignoring my lover's actual begging in my specific direction to simply take the first step towards getting some real help, which in this case would be: just get a psychological evaluation. That's it. That's all. I've only been quasi-insisting for a few weeks now, and before that it was simply... "strongly suggested."
Before that, "suggested."
Before that, "encouraged."
Before that, "part of an ongoing series of bioweapon weather alerts."
Before that, "commitment fucked off."
Before that, it was, "Baby, based on what you've finally just told me, and my experiences with you for the last couple years, I think it is absolutely certain that you are not going to be even capable of even having the kind of long-term, healthy, and sustainable adult relationship that you have stated numerous times is your actual desire (at this time she had -never- mentioned a desire for marriage, and in fact, had mentioned a desire to not become married. My hand to God. "Why haven't you asked me to marry? There's only a limited window of time for that, and if it's missed..." and then she literally mimes drawing a finger across her throat. Like a Colombian necktie. She even mimes the tongue-pulling. Who does this? Serious brides, that's who.), you're going to have a lot easier of a time if you get some psychotherapy, and I mean, seriously. Do the serious work, and from what little I know--I am not a medical doctor or even a doctor of any kind (a true statement at that time)--you'll likely see a lot of improvement after a month or two. I do think we can stick together and work things out between us and be able to succeed--I've seen this kind of thing before, and I happen to be absolutely certain that I truly, deeply, madly love you, and not just because I want to have sex with you literally all the time--okay, mostly, but even so, more than any other woman I've ever had actual sex with (still a true statement today, of all my lovers, she's #1, can't imagine anyone I've never had could be any better... unless, perhaps, they started spontaneously miming cocksucking as an unstoppable compulsion every time they told me a lie, I think that would perhaps make sex better, I can't imagine anything else or anyone else being a better match for me, but I suppose one never knows, right? Point is, she's a total pain in the ass, but, was and is so worth nearly all kinds of trouble, and that's just ME, with her it's actual BETTER, although--her actual perceived experience may in fact be quite different) and the only women I've ever met that are even in your ballpark have all had years of time to realize how amazing I am, and I wasn't like I am now until they fixed my nose, right? So if they didn't come running with running come and aren't already beating down the door, it's unlikely any of them ever will. So, I'm happy to work through this experience with you, especially now that you've told me that story about (REDACTED) on your (CENSORED), that's brutal, I've never thought to imagine that anyone could be so cruel, and it makes me wonder just how annoying that person must have found you, because that seems like a lot of trouble to go to for vengeance want to call for help, I'm not gonna lie. What I am saying is that I'm going to have a fun time either way--as an astrotheologian, birthdays are kinda my thing, Baby, I can handle this with a smile and minimal tears, certainly easier than you, I am sure. But this is serious. You have got some damage, and most of it looks largely manageable with some TLC and some ambition. Do you concur? Do you agree? Do you consent?"
Her: "Yes. Yes. Yes." Actual transcription verbiage may vary, and I cannot post that here anyway, because, when F. U. Clergy, Esq. commands, Jackstar fucking listens and obeys, and that has been the case since the late 90's in general, and since 9/11, that has been my ACTIVATED DAILY DISCIPLINE, my little bitches. Believe it. NEVER FORGET.
I told you, I'm a big deal around here. Don't make a big deal about it, all the higher-ups know me. Of course they do. Have you looked at me lately? Jesus, is practically over the moon about me, and I was woke before "woke" was a thing, as I was born on The Day of (REDACTED) Awakening. 1973. I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing. Looking like an idiot to you is absolutely intentional, and those of you working ceaselessly to imply that I am dangerous, threatening, scary, et cetera, ad nauseum, ad hominem... yeah, it's a (CLASSIFIED). At least they're not as bad as the groupies.
Because the (CLASSIFIED) kill all the nice groupies, and leave me with the worst. At least, they used to: I think someone finally noticed that my magickal seaman really are quite effective at fixing the unfixable, as well as *ahem* screwing the inscrutable. That's my actual favorite way to go, TBQH--other than fucking my brains out on drugs while blasting rock'n'roll. Fuck! I wanna do that IMMEDIATELY.
Sadly, Grapefruit is busy. Sigh. I'll just wait. I can read a book on Chess or something. I'll see her later, and once I push her kid off a cliff, we can have all the sex, drugs, and rock'n'roll we want! Just kidding. Of course I am kidding. You people need to understand--I've been on The Watch List since before 9/11, and now--oh boy, I am on it, you betcha. And I'm fine. If I weren't, I would be handled. I'm really a big soft-hearted nymphomaniac, you know. Oh, really? "Nymphomania" does not appear on my stolen health care and stolen police records and anyone who can check the legit Akashic Records could easily see that I am the biggest turboslut that has ever lived? Huh. Maybe they didn't have room on any of the pages. You know, "nymphomania" is a really long word. Did they abbrieviate it? Well, whatever, trust me, I like to fuck, and my name is not Buck. It's Michael, like the Commander Of All Angels. No, I don't want to fuck an angel--I'm a nymphomaniac, not fucking crazy, lol. And I'm human. Mostly. I do fuck like a tiny deity, though. With a human-sized penis. It's a nice combo, I've been told. Not trying to boast, just sayin'. Grapefruit puts up with me for some reason, obviously, and it's not for the money, heh. Sometimes I wonder if she's a sex addict too. And sometimes... yeah, sometimes, I don't have to wonder at all.
Honestly. So lonely. But she's quite nice though, the effort is certainly worth it even if it were just a payoff in awesome sex, but even when that isn't part of the deal, I do love her enough anyway. Okay, where were we on this? I kinda blanked out while writing this, all I could think about is sex sex sex. I'm gonna skip the proofreading, I don't wanna spend all day geeking out over what a huge sluthrillfestival I am, I have things to do today--I have an actual life, People. I gotta get going.
An insistence on healthy priorities and a strong, disciplined, interior moral compass makes my lifestyle not only possible, but spectacular, Kids. I did it, you can too... but probably not the way I did it, unless you really like to get high and have lots of sex and you aren't any kind of pervert, then you can. I think. Does having sex with the mother and then playing Chess with her child sound okay to you? Okay, now how about... same thing, but, simultaneously?
Right there, right there: if you didn't just now get WHOLLY NAUSEATED, trust me, get a psych eval, you might really need one. I know I'm neither a pedo, ephebe, or an exhibitionist, because it is only because Chess even exists as an actual game can I even handle being around children at all. I didn't like kids even when I was one, especially myself, and as I have matured to a healthy life... that hasn't changed. Get off my lawn, Kids, and leave the plants here, your mother will be by shortly to show me what the difference between a "cocksucker" and "porn" is.
I'll be honest, I don't know what the difference is either, but that makes me a word scientist, not a pervert. You people. You and your conspiracy theories. You know I'm just one guy, right? So I can't have any conspiracies. It's more two or more people by definition. Am I conspiring with Jesus, is that it? Sure, yah, okay, right.
https://media.tenor.com/images/bbfe6e60959697b4ce3aa51d9a6a9f62/tenor.gif
Look, look, holy shit, okay, basically this: if I'm hanging out with a girl of that phenotype... if she (or any other healthy and available member of any compatible phenotype) would like to conspire with me about anything (while emphasizing sex, of course--no sex, orders from Hell--I AM OUT), I am essentially powerless to resist. BECAUSE I AM A SLAVE TO MY NYMPHOMANIACAL TENDENCIES. There, I said it. Trust me, all women know. They can smell it on me. Because they're women, and women are not the creatures that you think they are.
They clearly know a lot more about phenotypes than any man does. And I certainly know a lot more about Grapefruit than Jennifer Lawrence, but I'll tell you this, if J-Law ever even came close to hitting on me, I would immediately goose step it over to Grapefruit's field of vision, and say, "Hey, uh... can I kiss that, or will you hit me?" I have no idea what would happen, but I'd be getting laid out that night, one way or another, that's for sure, and being married wouldn't matter at all, because I'm legit ordained Clergy (lost a bar bet once) and if it came down to that ("No! We're married!" "Hang on."), I could go plus or minus one, either way, because at that point, having sex is all I could think about I am sure.
Now I gotta take a cold shower until thoughts of J-Law + G-Fruit + J-Star stop crowding my visual cortex. Nymphomania is pretty wild, eh? Yeah... I can see why it's not talked about much. And I bet the movie sucked, no way it could be any better than IRL, because in real life... I might get to have sex at any moment, at any time, at any place, just maybe... as long as I don't have herpes.
And, I don't. /flex. Alright, someone go check on Grapefruit, I hope this post didn't trigger her... but if it did, I guess I might as well hope that it triggers Jennifer. No, not that Jennifer (sup.), Jennifer "Fuck Me, Jackstar!" Lawrence. Remember... The Fappening?
Yeah, POUND me too. POUND. IN CONTROL. (And no, thanks though, Grapey--it's not 25 lbs., but it is above average and she's got a kuni even tighter than her ass, which is obviously pretty tight, based on her whiney little complaints. Which really aren't too bad.)
#UntilThen
#TrueConfessionsOfBellgab
#IAMQ
One's a decoy. Relax. I know what I'm doing. I'm not doing Q shit right now, I need to rub somebody one out. (oops. I don't even know where to begin the strikethrough there. Oh well, fuck it. NOW GIMME.)
Quote from: Jackstar on January 26, 2021, 12:14:53 PM
Call for help. There's time.
Yeah, I'm no enemy, not of you, and since early this morning when the op finally pinched out, not of any one or anything at all. Nemesis: vanquished. It feels good, I'm not going to lie. Right up there with a good night's sleep and finally bagging that broad you've been dreaming about for so long that you forgot that you even still were. (Like, srsly, KT & The Sunshine Band? Like, really? Come on, Man. You can do better. You are better than this--and of course so am I. girl: sup)
"Demon" is a euphemism, not a metaphor. Unless it's both. Or, unless it's him. Or her. Then, it's a RealID. Anyway, don't worry about it: I think you are not mostly harmless--you are totally harmless, to me. And Me. You're cute. The name is so flattering, I remember when you first showed up, after I did that one thing, and I was like, "Whoa. Really?" Yep, sure looks like it, really. REALLY! FLATTERED OMFG. (That was years ago, I'm not that excited today. I'm glad you feel better now. Not gonna lie--hopes, at one point, were higher.) And The Qx don't even know who you are, because why would They think that you and anything to do with me? Or Me? It's not like we communicate, or anything.
BTW, love the name, Sport. Star, Stellar, Qx, Ox, at this point, what difference does it even make? Yah, you got that right, #peace
LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH.
Quote from: Asuka Langley on January 26, 2021, 12:58:13 AM
In 2012 Stellar was harmlessly painting rocks and jotting down numbers in a book
In 2021 Stellar is actively plotting to kill Drumpf supporters.
Quote from: pate on January 25, 2021, 03:10:13 PM
Your first paragraph, and the false syllogism used to construct The Argument is absolutely dripping with Racism. Your initial assumptive prepositions are incredibly Fallacious in Nature: they border on and very probably make wild incursions into the territory of invective terminology.
IF your aim is to use the Absurdity of False Logic as illustration of your very laudable (I assume) argument THEN thunderous apple-sauce; ALL ELSE: Repeat Kindergarten.
https://youtu.be/cv157ZIInUk
In short, Stellar. You get an "EFF."
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My childish response to your childish argument is thus:
Fine, lettuce putsch Harriet Tubman on the $20 bill, We Do This to correct for the orders of magnitude in which US Currency has de-valued over the past 20 years. To highlight, rather than CANCEL Andrew Jackson (and the implied intrinsic valuation of his visage); We Shall Create a new denomination of US Currency for him: The Three Dollar Bill.
I envision this as an exercise in Absurd Logic; Andrew Jackson's buying power will remain unchanged, in this New Normal what you could once buy with $3.00(USD) now actually costs $20.00(USD). This of course has the Implication through syllogism that we have experienced a 15% inflation rate since circa 2001.
Discus
-p
QuoteThe updated $20 note featuring Tubman, the former slave who became an icon of the abolition movement, was originally set to be unveiled around the 100th anniversary of the 19th Amendment, which granted women the right to vote.
Quote from: Asuka Langley on January 24, 2021, 11:13:26 PM
Do you feel in charge?
Quote from: Dr. MD MD on January 24, 2021, 11:07:40 PM
Quote from: Walks_At_Night on January 24, 2021, 10:42:51 PM
Moab2 confirms:
https://twitter.com/qmoab2/status/1353536243913662470
