get the fuck off yoru knees n00bz.
when the fuck did worshipping come into the motherfuckign equation?
i'm stupid enough to submit to Her will via the tao(which is a really exotic way of sayin g i go with the flowand am serious about being laid back). but ffs, not even i am retarded enough(and by retarded i mean forest gump minus the savant edge and sweetness factor) to do so.
Even if she wanted you to worship her, she';d jsut start kicking you in the face for giggle and for you to prove to her that you really do worship her, while you drooled at every glance in your direction. does this sound familar? maybe so, the analogy i'm draing here is as clear to me as my vision after five hit sof acid and a joint only slightly longer and wider than my penis.
ok ok, a coupel years abck i waschillin at the point of view drinking and incoems some girls i met at a party i crashed a few months before that. they sit down and we're chillin out chatting away. we get ont eh subjec tof love adn she's talking about this guy who worships her and she let's follow her around and how she fuckls with him because she knows she's got him by the balls and he reminds her of it every minute. she doesn't like him because of it, she can't find the capacity to respect someone who would debase themselves as ssuch(and would? i agree it's mean, but wouldn't you give him a kick in the teeth just to ask forgivness for whatever it is he did to deserve it?). but she'
s mroe than happy to let him mix her drinks but none for himself, give her all his money so on and so forth.
adn that is the parable of today's article., eris, is alot like this girl i was chattign with at perry's that night, soem vain bitch who will ripp your balls off if you let her know how much of a spinless nancy boy you are by getting on your knees and fellatiating her metaphysical didlo fo worship.
so get off yoru knees motehrfuckers and parole yourselves from teh motehrfucking prisons of your fucking sexual desire/sexual image.
penis =/= brain =/= index finger.
I feel the same way.
Jehovah has the needy worship complex, but Eris does shit for the kicks, not for the recognition.
Quote from: Baron von HooplaI feel the same way.
Jehovah has the needy worship complex, but Eris does shit for the kicks, not for the recognition.
Eris doesn't exist.
Sorry.
Eris spelled backwards is Sire. What does this mean? It means stop taking it so seriously and go sire some kids. But make sure you use protection. The Gene Pool Preservation Task Force will thank you.
Quote from: The Good Reverend RogerQuote from: Baron von HooplaI feel the same way.
Jehovah has the needy worship complex, but Eris does shit for the kicks, not for the recognition.
Eris doesn't exist.
Sorry.
Eris is as much a genuine part of mind as my dead grandmother, people I see on tv, you, and any other fictional character I've ever created.
They're all real.
So there.
you think we're real?
ha!
:lol:
Quote from: Baron von HooplaQuote from: The Good Reverend RogerQuote from: Baron von HooplaI feel the same way.
Jehovah has the needy worship complex, but Eris does shit for the kicks, not for the recognition.
Eris doesn't exist.
Sorry.
Eris is as much a genuine part of mind as my dead grandmother, people I see on tv, you, and any other fictional character I've ever created.
They're all real.
So there.
Solopsism is for morans. Moran.
Eris is real, just like all others Gods and dieties are real. In a way, they are all the same, and in a way, they are all different.
This is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
Quote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
She is real in an unreal way.
She is also unreal in a real way.
Sorry, that's all you get :wink:
Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyQuote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
She is real in an unreal way.
She is also unreal in a real way.
Sorry, that's all you get :wink:
No free popcorn?
Quote from: Zurtok KhanQuote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyQuote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
She is real in an unreal way.
She is also unreal in a real way.
Sorry, that's all you get :wink:
No free popcorn?
It's your turn to make the popcorn :P
Quote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
It is also right.
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Started out OK but then you guys went and fucked up Horab's post. You should all be ashamed and if Eris were nothing more than a figment of your collective imaginations I'm sure she'd be appauled or something.
Quote from: The Good Reverend RogerQuote from: Baron von HooplaQuote from: The Good Reverend RogerQuote from: Baron von HooplaI feel the same way.
Jehovah has the needy worship complex, but Eris does shit for the kicks, not for the recognition.
Eris doesn't exist.
Sorry.
Eris is as much a genuine part of mind as my dead grandmother, people I see on tv, you, and any other fictional character I've ever created.
They're all real.
So there.
Solopsism is for morans. Moran.
Nope. It's just honest. Jackass.
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Started out OK but then you guys went and fucked up Horab's post. You should all be ashamed and if Eris were nothing more than a figment of your collective imaginations I'm sure she'd be appauled or something.
:lol:
Quote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
She doesn't exist.
At all.
Other than that, GREAT post!
Quote from: CharlemagneEris is real, just like all others Gods and dieties are real. In a way, they are all the same, and in a way, they are all different.
Nope. She is merely a figure created by the Greeks to explain to themselves why they were such fucktards.
No such animal. Never was.
Quote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyQuote from: Zurtok KhanQuote from: Eldora, Oracle of AlchemyQuote from: Zurtok KhanThis is all the wrong answer.
Eris is unreal. Dude.
She is real in an unreal way.
She is also unreal in a real way.
Sorry, that's all you get :wink:
No free popcorn?
It's your turn to make the popcorn :P
free popcorn? now there's an idea noone ever thought of