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#171
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#172
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Friday afternoon, waiting for the bell to ring, punch-drunk tired and happy meaningless little post to pass the time.
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#173
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My nipples are swealling.
That means I am right because you didn´t notice that while you posted your reply.
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#174
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Powerful necromantic thread revival!
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Nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind. There is no escape from the dualism of life, Vanity of vanities. I am embittered towards humanity for its failures, Yet I possess all of these same shortcomings. There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth. Yet, the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; And by sad countenance the heart is made stonger in time. So, I embrace this burden; And weep for the fools that chase the wind. (Hopesfall -- Open Hands to the Wind) |
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#175
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Types some inane tripe that refuses to distinguish between "your" and "you're," also fails to distinguish between "there," "their," and "they're." (For bonus points, also "its" and "it's," and "who" and "whom")
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Nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind. There is no escape from the dualism of life, Vanity of vanities. I am embittered towards humanity for its failures, Yet I possess all of these same shortcomings. There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth. Yet, the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; And by sad countenance the heart is made stonger in time. So, I embrace this burden; And weep for the fools that chase the wind. (Hopesfall -- Open Hands to the Wind) |
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#176
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Makes post full of fallacies and accuses you of having poor reading comprehension when you disagree with it.
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**Raging hormonal tantrum!**
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Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you. --Carl Jung Bring your cookies here! The Cookie Cult
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#178
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Ostensibly a call for piece, but not-so-subtly still engages in insults and ad hominems.
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Nothing can be obtained by grasping at the wind. There is no escape from the dualism of life, Vanity of vanities. I am embittered towards humanity for its failures, Yet I possess all of these same shortcomings. There is grief in wisdom, there is sorrow in truth. Yet, the heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; And by sad countenance the heart is made stonger in time. So, I embrace this burden; And weep for the fools that chase the wind. (Hopesfall -- Open Hands to the Wind) |
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