El hacker hipster ecologista amante de las marmotas papiro

So -- is that it? Is suicide the inevitable outcome of evolution? Well, actually: there is at least one other way out. But this route is so strange and so disturbing, that it will blow your mind. For your own sake, we ask you: if you’re mentally unstable or if you have a history of psychiatric disorders, please don’t read any further. It’s at your own risk.

>>259
Me pareció interesante esto.

it is widely theorized that the entire Saved By The Bell universe is contained within Bayside High, and that Zack Morris is, in fact, God.

Along the way you will battle monsters and other creatures of myth and legend, from vampires to werewolves, to gigantic metal golems and undead dinosaurs!

/msg MemoServ READ LAST

“La verdad es que asesinar a un policía, aunque suene duro, es más grave que asesinar a un ciudadano común y corriente”.

- Rodrigo Hinzpeter hoy en el programa Bienvenidos de Canal 13 ante la pregunta de un espectador.

>>267
Juice.

Please color this page for us so we can see your creativity. This will help us decide whether or not to hire you.” Attached is a child’s coloring page, a picture of a cat playing electric guitar.

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Also, Char piloted a badass pure Gold Gundam, the stuff Badass Pirate dreams are made of.

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No mod, aunque le duela el culo, no lo logrará

>>275
Ya puedo imaginar donde estás peleando, heh.

>>275
wwww

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Fuck you, sonicteam.
Franchise is in the shitter
Fuck you, sonicteam.
It's goin' down the river

'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman

Now, when I said "gives them power" them=the paper itself but more importantly also means giving the economic magi more power via your faith and participation in their system. It is our belief that sustains these people atop us. Quite possibly the most hated apostasy in this regard is the heresy of decentralization and hivemind, as it wholly refutes the core principle of "Leadership is cosmic principle, it's only natural that we should be hoisted atop you, for you need us. The great apostasy, then, is the mere question of whether leadership is actually so crucial. This, by the way, is part of why Facebook and Twitter are rammed down our throats and they go to such lengths to discredit something like Anonymous, for Anonymous represents the antithesis of hierarchy and egotism which is necessary for these people to be anything but Joe Sixpack.

man I’ve been going back to read some of

"El hombre superior piensa en el mal venidero y se prepara contra él"
El Libro de las Mutaciones.

mientras tanto frot mide su marmota estirandola

Y'AI'NG'NGAH YOG-SOTHOTH H'EE-L'GEB F'AI TRHODOG UAAAAH

Imagine lawyers who are as interested in what you do as you are. This is MoFo.

No tendrías tantos problemas para lograr que funcione si es que el cilindro es absolutamente incompresible, ya que en ese caso la presión interna no es afectada por la presión submarina, sólo por la presión atmosférica. Con 4 kilometros de alto (¿me confirmas el tamaño?) y un diferencial infinitesimal en la velocidad de aspiración de aire vas a tener esencialmente el efecto inverso al Efecto Venturi cuando cualquier cosa como una ventisca, huracán o algo similar ocurra sobre la tapa superior -- eso suponiendo que las máquinas alimentadoras de aire sigan funcionando.
Pregúntale de vuelta a Nari, pero es seguro asumir que si el flujo a los alimentadores se interrumpe de golpe, tu rescatista va a morir a lo menos de asfixia y, a lo más, de una descuartización como la que se ve en misión a marte.

Can't i just wave a wand, make this disappear?
I want a simpler life devoid of financial fear.
My utopia is nigh, soon to be mine of my own accord.
I want a safety net from all my demons that i can't afford.

#25019569

Man, I want to be a NEET so bad. A confirmed one. I want my family to give up on me and just send me rent, money for food and high-speed internet.
Wake up, get some sunlight, prepare meals at my convenience, masturbate whenever, do drugs, listen to music, nap throughout the day. In fact, just go to sleep for as many hours as I want whenever the mood strikes me, then wake up and continue whatever I was doing.
Maybe pick up skills and hobbies sometimes, abandon them whenever I grow tired, come back to them later. Cycle them. Listen to entire discographies, play whole series of games.
I want people's expectations of me to disappear so completely that I forget what it was even like to be subject to them.

Creo que soy el único caso del mundo de alguien que le duele la cabeza por no jugar 3DS.

¿Usted se mece de acá para allá o de lado a lado para consolarse o calmarse cuando está demasiado estimulado/a o entusiasmado/a?

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why do people do this its stupid and i dont understand

they really screwed up my favorite character from the first series, Char. They now have him as a good guy but with a different name. He wears sunglasses the whole time

Incompatibilidad entre las distintas plataformas de desarrollo del producto.

Según John y Paula Zerzan, el movimiento extrajo su nombre del joven Ned Ludd, quien prefirió destrozar el telar a martillazos antes que producir las miserables prendas que le solicitaban. Sin embargo, el investigador argentino Christian Ferrer afirma que Ned Ludd no existió, sino sólo fue un nombre, como tantos otros que se utilizaron para firmar reivindicaciones: Señor Pistola, Señorita Ludd, Pedro Felpa, General Justicia, Sin Rey, Rey Ludd, o Joe el Incendiario (todos, originalmente en inglés).

Imagine someone with an involving job related to your forum comes across it. This person is an expert in her field, and therefore would be a great source of knowledge for your forum; but if a registration, complete with e-mail and password, is necessary before posting, she might just give up on posting and do something more important. People with lives will tend to ignore forums with a registration process.

't submit to the treacheries of logicians!

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COMO TODOS LOS ANARCOIDES NO MAS, LO USARE PARA FUNDAR MI GUERRA CONTRA EL CAPITALISMO.

>Una vieja poseida por el demonio que solo comía perros de ropa
¡OH DIOS SANTO! me gustaría verla cagar en mi boca...

Un enemigo de la sustancia, el doctor Robert Dupont, antiguo jefe del Instituto Nacional sobre el Abuso de Drogas (nida), afirma que el thc "piratea" la red de comunicación del cerebro.

Coloca este perrito♥
.//^ ^\\ en tu muro
(/(_•_)\) para mostrar
._/''*''\_ que estás
(/_)^(_\) contra el maltrato animal!!! ♥ :D

He has also said that much of the story was told to him by aliens when he was abducted during a trip to Katmandu.

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混雑中です
システムの問題により一時的に応答不能になっています。

http://alt1040.com/2011/05/4c**n-lanzara-un-ataque-ddos-contra-taringa

SOS GROSO SABELO

I paused my porn for this

of course its compressed. how else could they fit all that dick in one song

y se supone que tenia que lamerme la vagina pero el weon se puso a chuparme el ollo del poto weona y habia cagao hace como diez minutos atrás, no me bañaba hace unos tres días y debió haber estado asqueroso

pero al wn le encantaba, lo lamia rabioso... puta que era cochino el wn

>>328
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW AD INFINITUM

Estimada profesora, con fecha 6 de mayo y a las 15:13 le envio el trabajo que hoy por contingencias fortuitas que no vale la pena mencionar no me fue posible entregarle, por lo menos, para que usted tenga constancia de que este esta listo en la fecha limite, y como ya le mencione, si no se lo pude entregar fisicamente fue por circustancias que escaparon a mi.

De ante mano muchas gracias.

>>330
Demasiado touhou al parecer....

>>334
>detallenoticias.asp?
No pude evitar no notarlo.

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I wanna be a VIP STAR
What is the Hentai game that you always dreamed?
Super funny VIP STAR
Open out my arm just only for you

First time I realize the happiness of uploading
also feel disappointed by the low view count

Hold our hands together, we are gonna to run
I will fly into the sky with a smile,
Since there are many meaningless thread openeM,
If only I can make VIPPER smile, I will give a try
The first time I had wrote a comment on the thread
FOX★ suddenly banned me because of it

I wanna be a VIP STAR
What is the Hentai game that you always dreamed?

Not a very nice VIP STAR
But I will open out my arm together with a smile
I wanna be a VIP STAR, I'm gonna to hug you, until www and www
Super funny VIP, www www www
I will upload it once again, just only for you

The Quality that I always keeping, but you had taken it away
Said this is very important, and helped me to keep it.

Thinking of it, we can't do anything while we are working,
This right arm are specially existed for continue upload.

You're gonna be my VIP STAR, today's new thread are really funny
It's come the VIP STAR, did you think I will fallen by this kind of trick?
You're my only VIP STAR, what should I said,
since I had already fallen by this trick then I won't leave now

A Lucky VIP STAR, I will fly beyond the wind to catch the light right away

Once the thread are opened,
Everybody can become anyone's VIP STAR
Thread master choosed me to become your only HERO

I wanna be a VIP STAR, the one that you had always dreamed
A Shining VIP STAR, Open out my arm and cast a magic spell on you

I wanna be a VIP STAR, I'm gonna to hug you and won't let you go.
A Shining VIP STAR, Open out my arm and cast a magic spell on you.

>>339
Es... Es esa la verdadera traducción de VIP STAR?

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>>339
yes... YES!! YES!!!!!
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>>339
>Once the thread are opened,
>Everybody can become anyone's VIP STAR
Qué hermosas palabras...

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Oh dios, es verdad! Se puede postear en la version movil de BaI!

Hey mika, congrats for selling out! I noticed you fuck white/black/hispanic men all except asian men. Why is that? because asian men have small cocks? you had your tiny tits enlarged to match you SAMOAN ASS. How does that make you any different or better than asian men?

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Posteo esto aquí porque es asombroso y no sabía donde más compartirlo. Lamento no haberlo traducido

It’s amazing how much can change in ten years. One minute you are eleven years old, most liked kid in Mr. Simmons fourth grade class at P.S. 118. You help save the last remaining tree in your neighborhood from being destroyed. You clean up a vacant lot so you and your friends don’t have to play baseball in the streets. You get stuck downtown with your best friend dressed like fruits. You help the strange kid in your neighborhood leave his stoop. You help the crazy ice cream man realize he can do whatever he wants. You meet your favorite baseball player Mickey Kaline. Your only real worries are avoiding the school bully and losing your favorite blue hat. Next minute, you are engaged to a girl who used to call you football head just to tease and make fun of you.
The Sunset Arms Boarding House is emptied quickly after Elementary School. The Kokoshkas, that is Suzie and Oskar, they divorced and went their separate ways about the time I was in 6th grade. Suzie went on to be a teacher, Oscar ended up becoming the owner of a moderately popular website that sells all sorts of gags and gifts. Last you hear of him, he still does his work lazily and half-assed, just like he did when he lived a few doors down from you. Ernie Potts ended up severely injured on a worksite and became paralyzed from the waist down. After winning a huge lawsuit against the demolition company he worked for, he was able to afford his own house somewhere on a lake. After I was able to find his daughter on Christmas that year, Mr. Hyunh helped to put her through school and get a college degree. Apparently, he had been saving all of his earnings for something, but he didn’t know what to spend it on. After she finished her degree, the both traveled back to Vietnam to visit their homeland before returning and opening a business.

Grandma died when I was 15. Grandpa was devastated at his loss, and he wasn’t really the same afterwards without her. She was a big part of his life, as well as mine. He was the last remaining border in the house, and told me time after time that I will inherit the Boarding House when he passed away. I wasn’t sure what I would do with the old place when he passed, but I don’t know if we would have enough boarders to keep it open. He lived a very long and fulfilling life. The day he died was gravely hard for me. I tried to give a memorial speech for him at his Wake, but found myself unable to do so. This happened earlier this year.

The faces around town sure have changed as well. Harvey the Postman is now the Head Manager at the Post Office for our district. We don’t see him on routes anymore; instead we have a grumpy old man who doesn’t like to mingle whose name is unknown to me. Mr. Simmons is no longer a teacher; instead he is the school counselor, and he makes it his mission to help students out of any crisis they may find themselves in. Mrs. Vitello, the flower shop owner, passed away earlier last year after having a stroke.
Gerald was accepted into a major university somewhere out of state. We keep in contact, but only the occasional text message or weekly email update or facebook status change. Sid and Stinky were contracted into doing a show for a local channel, which aired for about 3 seasons. Everyone loved it, and now they are producing more television shows rather then star in them. Eugene ended up winning the lottery, ironically enough. The unluckiest kid in school became one of the luckiest people alive. He is living off his winnings happily with a girl he met at community college. Most of the other kids from class, Brainy, Phoebe, Curly, Lorenzo, Lila etc, well, they either moved away or lost contact with me. I still see Herald about town every now and then, seems he is getting ready to buy Mr. Green’s Meat Shop and continue work as a butcher.
Then there is Helga. Well, her story is pretty sad. Helga and I started our relationship over in high school. In about the 6th grade, out of nowhere she stopped with the relentless name calling and bullying. I noticed a drastic change in her about this time, and did not know what had caused it. It wasn’t a gradual change either, but something had completely shifted seemingly overnight. Shortly after, her father was convicted for some sort of felony involving his failing company Big Bob’s Beepers and sent to prison for many years. I don’t remember what it was exactly, but Helga’s mother and her moved to a different part of town and she was pulled from the PS 118 school system.

High school came and in 9th Grade we were placed in the same Public School System again. She was back in our district and was different…. extremely different. Her once pretentious attitude was diminished. Her boisterous voice was weak. She was sad, melancholy if you will, and seemed depressed all the time. Her appearance, vastly different from what I remembered, was also uncharacteristically askew. She no longer kept her hair up, but rather down and untidy. She dressed in clothes that seemed too big and dirty. Her general appearance was that of extreme poverty. The only time she seemed to show even the slightest sign of life was when I was present. When she would see me, her face would light up for a split second, and I saw the Helga I remembered from elementary school. Something inside me did a flip-flop when this would happen. I realized that I had missed her during the years she had been absent.
My senior year I asked Helga to Prom. She said yes. That night is still very vivid to me. When I picked her up, I was amazed at the state of her house. The place was filled with garbage, no tidiness as I had perceived Helga from her younger days to live in. The who atmosphere of her home was that of uncaring and gave a general feeling of disgust. Her mother did not seem to notice or care that she was leaving, or that I was even taking her to a Prom. I guess a normal mother would be radiant, taking pictures, absorbing the feeling. Even though her house was a terrible mess, when she came down that staircase, she looked stunning, as if she had sold everything to rent her beautiful dress. Donned in a tight fitting blue smock, glittering with shines of light blue, her image would be engrained to me until even this day. The night was filled with dancing, good times, and ended with a kiss I will not ever forget. Something came back to life in her that night. She did not want to go home, so I didn’t take her back. That evening, we sat up on the roof of the Boarding House and watched as the sun rose over the city.

After High School graduation was about the time she moved into the Boarding House with me. Grandpa had his own room, and I had my attic room still, slightly modified from my Elementary Days of course. After seeing the vast change in her persona from Prom, I knew something about me completed her. When she moved in with me, she brought very little, but did not want to retrieve anything else. A small car full was all that she had ready, mostly clothes and other small knickknacks. Helping her move out of her mother’s apartment was depressing. All her mother did was sit on the couch, smoke cigarettes, and stare emptily at the television set. Few short words were exchanged, and Helga informed her mother that she was moving out, from which she did not receive an encouraging response. After she was settled into my room, she told me her whole story

She started in fourth grade, how she had obsessed over me, loved me from the day she met me. She kept my picture in a gold frame on her at all times, hidden from anyone else to see. She sometimes made small idols of me. She wanted me more then anything, but couldn’t find the strength to tell me, for fear of rejection. She instead turned that desire into teasing, the only route she knew to utilize. Her home life was terrible. She lived in a constant shadow of her older sister Olga, the perfect daughter in her mother and father’s eyes. She told me how she was constantly reminded of her older sister’s success, and how she was never given any credit for any good thing she ever accomplished, simply because it wasn’t good enough. Her mother was ditzy, and her father was controlling.
When she turned 14, the sexual abuse from her father began. Big Bob Pataki was a deviant, and hated the fact that he had a second unwanted daughter. After Helga was born, he forced his wife to have a female vasectomy of sorts, called a tubal ligation, so that another unwanted child was impossible. When his wife told him that she did not crave sex anymore, he decided instead to turn on Helga. She told me how she always knew he hated her existence, but was stern in the fact that it was just a tedious idea concocted out of jealousy for her sister, but when he started the abuse on her, it became clear that she was right in her horrible ideals.
She said it lasted for two years, up until he was charged with Fraud and Avoidance of Federal Funds from the IRS. She recounted about how he would do terrible things to her at night, when her mother was asleep. If she fought, she would be punished physically. He was sentenced to 30-50. After her father was sentenced and placed in prison, she tried to consult her mother about the things that had been happening. She never did before her father went to prison, simply out of fear of what would happen. Sadly, even though she tried to find comfort in her mother, she was only met with a heartbreaking disappointment. At her telling me this, I could see her eyes well up with tears. Her mother did not care about the happenings with her father, and she even speculated that it was her mother who recommended her father abuse her. She said that she felt her mother had also grown to hate her daughter. She told me that those two years were suppressed in darkness. She stated that she couldn’t remember the details if she wanted to. All she knew was that she went from being perfectly happy to wishing for death each and every night. The tears became too much, and started to roll. Then she started to cry.
She lay sobbing in my arms for a good 3 hours. All those years of wondering what was missing, why Helga had left, where she was and if she was doing okay, I discovered this horrible truth. She sobbed and sobbed, crying out years of pain and anguish. All this time she had nobody to console, nobody to talk to, nobody to be a friend when she needed it most. All the time I could only hold her head on my shoulder, stroke her arm and tell her everything was okay. I told her that things were going to get better. She stopped for a second, whispered to me “I know. I have you now. Everything I have ever wanted is right here, in you.” She then lay her head back down on my arm, and promptly fell asleep.
It’s amazing how much can change in ten years.
As she slept peacefully on my arm, I wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. I kissed her on the forehead and let her rest. I began to close my eyes in the emotional strain of things. I heard too much, I felt too terrible. I just wanted to get some sleep. Thoughts and feelings of radical natures plagued me. I was devastated, angry, torn, completely paining for my dear Helga. The horrors she had endured are too much for any one person to have to deal with in one lifetime. I decided it would be best to sleep. Just before I drifted into unconsciousness, I heard her whisper "I love you so much...football head."

Helga is better now. Any and all sorrow she had that night was cried away, and drifted into nothingness. She is happy, happier then she has ever been in her entire life. Always I knew there was something odd about her. She always seemed too keen to go out of her way to antagonize me. Looking back at it now, I realize it was her way of asking for some attention. I love her equally to what she loves me, more then anything I have ever loved in my entire life. I asked her to marry me about 4 months ago, and she said yes. In due time, we will be newlyweds.
Thinking back, its humorous to me now. I used to dread sometimes going to class for fear of what mean things Helga would do to me. Now, I can't stand to be away from her. I lay here now thinking about life before she found her way back to me, and can't remember anything. Is this a testament to the idea that a man isn’t truly complete until he finds his soul mate? Has Helga always been the person I was destined to be with? I like to think that she is.