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you're in England, 25 stone, or whatever the hell archaic system you crumpet-suckers are using

I believe, and please correct me if I'm wrong, that the average subject of the Empire does not care about weight but bases their social and health status as determined by the amount ferrets said Brit can stuff down their pants.

yeah, you're right, except that you're wrong too.

us Brits don't care about health issues at all - we've got a fucking National Health Service to deal with that for us - ya jealous yet . . . ?

but, much more seriously, any more than one ferret per pair of pants could be construed as attempted suicide - while several ferrets down your Trousers could be seen as a macho British understatement - subtle difference


- also, great rant

Chumbawamba ftw

Mouthful Of Shit lyrics

I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
Well I'm really back to basics right beside a bar
Choke the double trouble big one to the joker with card
Good call
What's the crack what's the damage done today
From teh commons to the common a banana skin away
Knock it back knock it out
Chuck a nightmare dart
Quiet
Compere on the mic turns turning to the court
Putting beef vol-au-vents across the union jack
Bolinger and bitter says the colonies are back
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire
Up yer ronson
Take a tab
With a flash of zippo light
Catch the hip parade passing the polaroids right
Check the manic little rebel with a bottle in his hand
A rhyming manifesto and a butty from his mam
Local lad made bad with cowboy charm
Claims he doesn't really mean every screw-'em-all barb
Pass the mic
Karaoke with the yesteryear stars
Time to weep into your beer til the fireworks start
I can't hear you 'cos your mouth's full of shit
Do something about it
You think you're god's gift
You're liar
I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire

[snip]

But I haven't done too much reading on free will in the past 5 years or so, maybe things have improved.

I love the implication in your reply that they may be able to come up with a cure . . . [/only partly tongue in cheek]

. . . no shit, Sherlock?


and if the journos aren't stood right next to the politicians on the day of the revolution there ain't no justice . . .

Americans - LOL

Because a healthcare industry run for private profit is bound to be superior

needs moar "death panels" just sayin' 

I'm thinking a pterodactyl with an erection, carrying a Golden Apple and smoking a pipe.

Or perhaps a cigar.

[Freud voice] You know, sometimes a pterodactyl is just a pterodactyl [/Freud voice]

that would make sense. How would you divvy up the different aspects of PD?

The horrormirth of PD:



The rage of PD:
or maybe

The intellect of PD:


The antipathy of PD:


The humour of PD:

"Leveraging core competecies to incent the drive for bleeding edge mission critical turnkey solutions."



Yes, I actually heard the above sentence used.  For real.

That's when I reach for the bludgeon.  

"incent"  what the fuck is that shit? 

its a verb Roger . . . you obviously don't got an MBA [Must Be an Asshole]

"Get your employees excited about finishing the important project."

moar porn - srsly

Does this mean the beer summit went poorly?

Jenne,

Goes to bed on Eastern time these days...

No, it means for every Boston cop that honestly over-reacted, there is another that's a flat-out asshole Klansman.

Is that the Bostonian version of good cop/ bad cop?

[can't]

In the land of the single digit IQ, the man who can think without moving his lips is King.

In the land of the single digit IQ, the man who can't think without moving his hips is King.

oops - ya got me there Alphabetty - proofreading ftw

In the land of the single digit IQ, the man who can think without moving his lips is King.

In the land of the single digit IQ, the man who can think without moving his hips is King.

. . . this shows up on my front page as

Re: Boring sciences are . . .
can't help filling in that blank . . .

[you]

I read your piece

If this is a poem you need to edit more
If this is a serious piece you need to study more
If you are using you need to quit cos that shit is eating your brain
And you don't get to throw shit in my path and then tell me "There is no new info here. Move along."
I can see for myself there is no new info and you don't get to tell me that after you wasted my goddam time reading your sophomoric shite

This is actually some BS I wrote while trying to mimic the style of The Society of the Spectacle. I realize that it's sophomoric, which is why I mentioned that it contained no new info.

I thought that it might be worth building upon, which is why I posted it. If not, no big loss.

Thank god for that

Heh.

For a more direct link, it's still in progress at: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/cramulus/index.php?title=Sacred_Chao_Te_Ching

Cool Thanks