Insipientia corde suo, non es deus. Non est vita qui adorem, non es usque ad unum. Es excommunicatus, ex unione fidelium
What are they gonna say about us? What are they gonna say? That we were kind men? That we were wise men? That we had plans? That we had wisdom? Bullshit man! Am I gonna be the one that's gonna set them straight? Look at me! Wrong!
Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up.
I want a steak! I want a goddamned steak! If I had a steak, oh boy, a rare, a bloody steak, I would fuck it...
The podcast. You played it, we came.
We are explorers in the further regions of experience. We have such sights to show you...
Do you know that "if" is the middle word in life?
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
what do they say?
they talk about their lives. to have lived is not enough for them. they have to talk about it.
Who will sue us first? Courtney Love for the episode art or Disney for the shit we talked?
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As 50 Cent, or as we call him in my homeland of Zimbabwe, 12 Million Dollars said "I love you like a fat kid loves cake"
Greetings from The Humungus! The Lord Humungus! The Warrior of the Wasteland! The Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla!
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Painful Piss Do you guys know that moment after you jack off really badly and then when you go pee like 15 minutes later the piss literally stings your whole dick? Well yeah, that's happened to me.
catholic pussy got me actin funny. someone said "happy Passover" and I said "tf is that?"