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Started by Sister Fracture, November 20, 2010, 04:15:52 PM

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Sister Fracture

November 20, 2010, 04:15:52 PM
Once I couldn't find my shoe,
I only had the one.
So what I did was shove it up your ass.
I fucking hate you.
Roaring Berserkery Bunny of the North End™

A Tucsonite is like a Christian in several important ways.  For one thing, they believe what they say about their god in the most literal, straightfaced way possible.  For another, they both know their god can hear them.  The difference between the two, however, is quite vast in terms of their relationship with their god; Christians believe in His benevolence, but Tucsonites KNOW of The City's spite and hate.

Mesozoic Mister Nigel

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November 20, 2010, 06:23:06 PM
Quote from: Sister Fracture on November 20, 2010, 04:15:52 PM
Once I couldn't find my shoe,
I only had the one.
So what I did was shove it up your ass.
I fucking hate you.

This is good Discordian poetry. I approve.
"I'm guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk," Charles Wick said. "It was very complicated."

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