Maxx called it pop punk so I said punk.
I can’t tell the difference in white people’s music anyways. =)
Haha j/k I didn’t know people were so sensitive it’s a word…
Open bar = obliterated from earth for 48 hours.
Maxx called it pop punk so I said punk.
I can’t tell the difference in white people’s music anyways. =)
Haha j/k I didn’t know people were so sensitive it’s a word…
Open bar = obliterated from earth for 48 hours.
Quite the excellent weekends, makes me wonder why I didn’t start sleeping with big assed black women earlier.
What?
-Starhammer-
That was an irresponsible retort from Shoryuken.com’s greatest generation and I will explain why.
Starting from 1971 until 1985, the character of Snufflelapagus, a bumbling, troublemaking
anthropomorphic wooly mammoth, would playfully afflict hardship upon Sesame Street’s
naïve, childlike Muppets until adults would appear to witness the commotion. Sesame Street’s adult
denizens teased the Muppets when they placed the blame on Snuffulupagus, because they could not
grasp that such an Muppet existed, despite frequent evidence to the contrary. It’s difficult to ignore the
malicious analog relating Snufflelaypusgs to the dissonance that plagued the United States during the
post-war epoch of the 1950s-1980s. Ironically, in the imagination of ADULTS, a citizen couldn’t make
libelous claims toward a figure of stature and eminence. Priests were innocuous in the face of greed
and hedonism, police officers wouldn’t harm citizens they swore to protect and serve, politicians
yielded to temptations of corruption and treason. Principal figures of persuasion, from media to the
federal government, were all guilty of recontextualizing the nuclear family and American society. The
early portions of the Sesame Street television program captured the American psyche construct, with
levity, but with an air of sobering realism. The America in which an adult refused to accept a child’s
claims that Snflfegulpsas was a living, breathing Sesame Street Muppet was an unfortunate and truly
harsh reality that the children of the 1980s were born into. An appropriate supporting reference is
the popular 1980s film Blue Velvet, portraying the archetypical pristine American neighborhood as
a wretched facade of deceit and immorality. Sesame Street’s writers identified that perpetuating this
gag influences impressionable children to think that abuse of authority-- even sexual abuse-- would
only cause more trouble if they blew the whistle to their parents or teachers. Critics of the change in
norms surrounding Snuglfugoasas’ characterization would argue that the alteration is unnecessary,
weakening the Sesame Street mythos. That’s a paltry tithe to pay when when a branch of the media
ends the propagation of false images and portraits of the American institution. False images aren’t
exclusively detrimental, of course, evidenced by the success of The Cosby Show, which depicted
kinship among African-Americans as wholesome and admirable, which arguably ignored the plight
endemic in the 1980s black community. Still, The Cosby Show and Sesame Street have kind of a
nexus by ousting negative social behavior that Americans had unfortunately grew too used to
dismiss as marginal or trivial.
Some would point to our American president’s demands to tear down the Berlin Wall as the
ulimate event of the 1980s. Or the Challenger explosion, or the stock crash. But I propose that
most historians of our great great great great great great grandchildren will point to that partly-cloudy
AM of November 1985 as the brightest day of the late-20th century. The USA no longer has to
deny its own shadow. And our nation-- nay, our civilization-- is stronger because of it.
Country Fried Steak is really good. It’s a shame not too many places serve it
I love going to baby showers thrown by spanish people. Shit is always just a party. Niggas turned the washing machine into a giant cooler.
Happy Memorial Day for those in the US from those who aren’t and wish they were.
Here i am studying in a remote corner at the library and this gorgeous Persian girl walks up to me and hands me her phone, asking me if i have Facebook. lol
lol was on black ops few days ago someone called gootecks was playing
one week to go until I leave for Japan!
I saw this happen while on the shuttle bus on my campus. I was sort of jealous, but I ain’t gonna hate.
I’ve had a few middle eastern girls eyeing me intensely before (most notably this super-hot teller at the bank), but when they’re wearing that hijab I find it hard to think that they would actually pursue anything. It’s like a cultural stonewall.
Persians. So hot.
It was really random and unexpected. I’ve seen her studying at the library last week and she was hot has hell wearing glasses that looked crazy good on her. She’s learning Dutch at the moment, which is nice because now i can be her native speaking buddy lol.
Funny thing was that i never ever in my entire life have seen an Arabic keypad.
Middle eastern girls are super tier, Persian women especially seem to stand out in every crowd of women. Hijab or not, you’ll be suprised how many of those girls are willing to do all sorts of stuff.
God tier.
So ultradavid kept mentioning how he disliked a few things in mk…anyone know what specifically he was referring to?
The switch is beginning. Soon all men will be the ones courted. We’ll be the ones whose affection has to be earned.
Oh, just everything.
i think she is trying to use you as a terrorist patsy, hit it and quit it imo
Yeah, I basically suspect any and all hot foreign chicks to be agents for some outrageously oppressive military junta somewhere. While that is baller as hell, I only shack up for love.
(I think Ultradavid was saying how some things seem weird on hit and block, like nonsensically so. However, even as compelling as his voice is, I pay very little attention to MK9, so I’d say just to PM him.
Oh, excuse me. I mean “start a conversation” with him.)
It’s really weird, but I think that I’m going to actually try to read a couple of the literally hundreds of magazines I have from front to back today (and then maybe recycle them) since I need to start somewhere. The one I’m reading through now I wasn’t expecting to be so interesting. Maybe I’ll try one of my scientific or historical magazines after this…
I’m going to have to remind myself to finish cataloging all of my books today regardless.
While being rather jaded to most of the fatalities (though I must admit to liking both of Noob’s, which is ironic), Quan Chi’s is one of the hilarious ones, if only because he apparently beats you with your own leg SO HORD that your entire head just pops…and then he keeps beating you like nothing happened.
Who said that magic-users don’t work out?
TVTropes tends to do that. (Although I think I’ve personally always realized this what with me thinking that God’s mere existence obviates free will. That’s neither here nor there, though.)
Gootecks’ physical appearance still weirds me out for some reason. I always think he looks like someone else, but I can’t place it. Fucking deja vu.
(Also, is there seriously no way to embed an image without it showing up as the image instead of the code when quoted? That’s seriously going to be annoying/problematic, especially if someone whores it.)
“Wish they were” what? Dead?
If so, then here here!
I don’t think you ever answered me (or anyone else) why you were actually going to Japan in the first place. I might have missed it, though.
Pfft. Eying you intensely? What else would they do? With a hijab on, their eye muscles are the only ones they can work out without getting stoned to death, so of course they’re going to be eying holes in you.
Protip: Step to the side as soon as you start to feel hot or else it might be too late.
Gootecks looks a lot like the antagonist from Versus to me. Which is fucking awesome.
http://www.best-horror-movies.com/image-files/versus-eyeballs.jpg