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well i must be, if i can flip you all the bird eleven times in a row without you knowing it, use the word gaggle in the appropriate context, wear glasses, find waldo, and appreciate the genius of debbie does dallas and jesus christ superstar (true cinema and theater, respectfully).
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A Dr. Suess book: $9
Where's Waldo: $10 I Spy: $10.74 Has it always been this expensive? I used to have tons of all those. My kids will not have the pleasure of this "reading" stuff until they're paying for it themselves. |
I have "The Lorax" by Dr Seuss on 16mm film. That was free, but finding a working projector is probably gonna cost me more than 9 bucks.
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because then the spirit of my faeces is able to roam freely throughout the house before i flush, which would not be the case if the door was closed, obviously. and because of the glorius essence of my shit (the glory of which my housemates are entirely ignorant of, and unlikely to be receptive to) i think it is only right to leave the door open when possible. |
You are a vile human being.
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He cannot be serious about the daemon faeces ritualis*.
Um, I had a friend that stole a projector from a hallway on a college campus. We decked out this thousand square foot basement to his house for parties & would show Godzilla movies mainly. One Halloween, (pre-operative Popper hehe) Blues Traveler (I am not a fan) stayed there after their Georgia Theater show. One thing you might try Savage Clone, if you haven't thought of this already, is contacting your local university & see if they have any surplus projectors in storage they could sell you for cheap. *pretentiousness quota |
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Is my name not Toilet & Bowels? I am King of The Porcelain Throne! |
Cock.
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Three whole days that considered response took, I hope you appreciate it, you miserable fuckers. |
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^A classic.
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I think there might be a K-Tel compilation of 80s hair metal called "Klassic Kock."
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i'd like to point out i wasn't entirely sober when i posted that stuff last night.
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Greatest thread this week. Bravo.
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Indeed you are. Interesting is also the fact that you've pointed out several times in the past how you're disgusted by excrement, but despite that you're the one who talks about faecal matter more than anyone else here. It's just like Glice and his fascination with cocks. I'm going to get that $5 book about Freud I saw at the bookstore. Oh yeah, I've lived alone about a year now and I haven't taken a shite with doors open even once. I'm paranoid about the people in the building on the opposite side of the road seeing me through the windows (although the distance between the buildings is probably 50 metres or so... but still). |
nothing horrifies me more than scat porn, yet nothing satisfies me more than a sizeable & healthy bowel movement. i believe that excrement should be deposited and flushed, not smeared over one's body, or worse, ingested.
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Pah. You clearly don't understand the notion of a leitmotif. It adds a certain jouissance to proceedings. Fascination? Cock, I say. |
Please not to say "jouissance" in my presence again.
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This thread is so weird. It fluctuates between pretentious intellectualism and pretentious trashiness. How so very interesting. And on a Sonic Youth board too! :)
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It behooves me to expound on my general belief that this thread captures the true gestalt of the sonic youth forum
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Were it so, that for every intellectual pretension that someone has to suffer through; eardrums melting to tallow, and blood streaming like hot wax from ripped cochleas; psyches marked indelibly by warped, twisted, psychotic, inherently egoistical prattle that tears at your soul like inane loons, mindless and unrelenting; God lets an angel drift to Earth from Heaven to warm our hearths and touch our hearts and take the pain away, to soothe like a nourishing balm of our hurt and despair at such pretentious intellectualism. Were it so...
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Effective, though that might hurt a bit...
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i'm getting testy, someone tie me off. T&B, i am looking in your direction.
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tie you off? is that some kind of american youth slang?
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haha
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I would have no problems with people posting more pix along these lines.
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me neither. i found one i like on google, but it has a bit of vag and i'm not sure if it is suitable for some of the younger & more demure readers of this board. |
still, this one only shows tits
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To me it does not sound like Truncated is jealous, it sounds like she has had a bad experience or two in academic discussions and is upset by the way people present their knowledge of certain things as a way to say that they are better than others. In my experience, these "academics" soon find they have few people who wish to listen to them, or people who they view as worthy to listen to them. Academic discussions are amazing...you just have to find the right people to have them with. |
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It's quite simple really: Pompous pseudo-academics are annoying. I don't care how much you know, or how obscure that information is. You want a cookie? Get one from your mommy. You talk too much at parties. You think you look dashing in horrid tweed combinations. You 'make love,' and don't know how to fuck. You develop funny affected accents. You style your facial hair. You spend either far too much or not nearly enough on clothing/hygiene. You are egocentric. You're boring. Trust me, people who don't read Harold Bloom for fun don't want to hear about him. In short, most other people piss me off. Let's get back to the tits, eh? |
Yeah, everybody likes tits.
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do you think this one is too rude?
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Certainly not, though I personally prefer full suspension.
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that's some serious knot work
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yeah, full suspension is cool but i kind of like the more sadistic nature of this one in that she has to balance on one foot. |
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this one's better |
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