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Why do you hate america?

Because of the aftertaste and smell.

That was awe insipiring. Love the doughnut sex.

LMNO, being Anerisian is one of the most Erisian things an Erisian/Discordian/Yay Chaosian person can do in my view.

If it passes I'm just gonna tell them to fuck themselves. Try to make me go to jail? Not like I'm gonna walk into it.

"How do I look?"
-Bill

Simple, if churches can be involved in politics and still be tax exempt, you can all come to the Church of the Human Rights Campaign.

Age isn't important, I was a foolishlikefool to bring it up. I mean, even an eleven year old can cause chaos.

I've been drinking for four years now.

You realize that this statement by itself does nothing to reveal your age.

He's sidestepping. I'd guess he's a year or two younger than myself.

What is your age "Largo?"

Babies=teh joy
Kids (under 8 )=massive suckage
children (8-12 )=massive frustration
young adults (12-18 )=someone you can finally talk to
adults=douchebags

I took childhood development sophmore year with a class full of idiot females. Children under eight suck massive donkey heiny.

Babies are like Linda Lovelace. They're not happy until they have something in their mouth.

I do not thing any of us can beat "A Highly Literate Squid"

I'm the founder of Concerned Parents Against Teen Vigilantilism or CoPaTeVism.

I also enjoy no knowing what the hell I am.

Heh. That's the best part of the doublethink.

I woke up this morning with last night's dream still heavy on my mind and the first thread I read was this one.  

Last night I dreamed my baby and I were on a ruined ship that had run aground in the middle of a clear, shallow river. The sails were tattered and there were holes in the deck. The railings were broken and the ship had run onto a sandbar because it was rudderless. On one side of the river there were houses and stores.....it looked just like modern America. On the other side the banks were steep and there were cliffs with cave dwellers and bizarre looking animals.

Several of the other people on the ship walked ashore and went to one side of the river or the other. I decided there was danger on both sides and chose to help build a raft on which to float down the river, instead. As we boarded the raft, I looked down and saw a toe in the water. Just a toe all by itself. A couple of feet away from it was an entire skeleton and I realized he entire riverbed was littered with the remains of those who had gone before. We were floating on a river of bones.

We floated past fighting on both sides of the river. I saw tanks shooting into apartment buildings, saw cars and trucks burning, heard people screaming. The cave dwellers were no better off......they were mauled and eaten by ferocious animals or else they killed each other with sticks. Finally, we came to the end of the river. My brother's wife, Joan,  was waiting for us as we came ashore. She welcomed us and took my baby and I into her home.

Joan was crying and kept remarking on what a shame it was that my pretty little girl was going to grow up to be cannon fodder. It seems that a new draft law had just come into effect. All children were to be registered with the draft board by the time they were 18 months old. Summers were to be spent in government run camps, and all PE teachers were to be replaced with drill sergeants. It was the Hitler youth programs all over again.  

It's coming kiddies, because this dream had the quality I recognize as a precognitive dream.
We've run aground on a river of bones and I have to get my daughter out of the USA asap.

Dreams can be frightening, but remember, these things work in waves. The fact that we've now absorbed some of your dream makes it less likely to happen.