User Controls
Fucking chirping birds motherfucker!
-
2017-05-16 at 4:20 AM UTC>fallacies
can you sound like any more of a fucking faggot?
you don't enjoy hunting animals because they constantly escape you. a good person can easily hunt an animal. a 'terrible' person, as you say, is the one who can't beat them. not only does it not make you unintelligent, it's the highest expression and form of intelligence and imagination. whether or not you eat the fucking thing doesn't fucking matter to anyone or anything. it is the most direct form of pleasure, and to the extent that you don't enjoy it, you are sick, diseased, or wicked.
rape and murder aren't wrong in the sense that you think they are. they're illegal, yes, so we fear them. but war is the price we pay for legalizing murder. and generative disease is the price we pay for banning rape. -
2017-05-16 at 4:26 AM UTCyou might be retarded. Like Bill Krozby tier
-
2017-05-16 at 4:30 AM UTCi don't blame you for not understanding why war is the consequence of laws against killing each other. but someday, you may see from the height that i see.
-
2017-05-16 at 7:43 AM UTCYou eat meat but you don't hunt you hypocritical pussy little bitches. I'm the most ethical hunter I know because it's a clean fucking kill every single time. The fact that you have no appreciation for clean kills, the actual connection we have with the planet, and the thrill of the hunt which is fucking sacred tells me that you're pussy city bois who would fucking die if they couldn't get food delivered to your house. Youre domesticated cucks and you can't handle a real man who hunts and fights because you know you are inferior. Little shmuck thinks "sport" hunting birds with a bb gun is just fine but a man puts years into all the skills it takes to hunt and you think that is a problem? Do you have any idea how much effort and skill it takes to put down a deer with a fucking bow? Years of practice, literally fucking years, and yes its a fucking rush, like being in a car crash is a fucking rush that I enjoy, thats what happens when you don't fear death. You are boys shooting birds with bb guns for no goddamn reason and giving me shit for my ethical hunting? Do you know what would happen if me and other MEN didn't hunt? The deer would starve to death in the winter, the deer would get old and lose their teeth and die of starvation. We manage the herds so that their offspring will survive, the money we pay for tags goes directly to conservation efforts and because of that North America has the best wildlife conservation programs in the entire world. You have no idea how any of this works and you're obviously out of you're element, so maybe leave you're shithole city once in a while and take a walk in the fucking woods.
-
2017-05-16 at 7:56 AM UTCGet a statue of an owl or large bird and put it in your window, like they put out on docks to keep birds from shutting on them. You can get a cheap one st a fleet farm or Menards or something.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
-
2017-05-16 at 5:07 PM UTC
-
2017-05-16 at 5:27 PM UTC
Originally posted by Dargo lolwhut
You just confirmed you're an overweight bimbo living at home whose only companions are cats. Fucker, how do you even have more than 3 cats in your place?
The house was built by my great grandfather in 1914 (or 1907, we discovered some shit that indicates it was build 1907 and 1914) it is big enough to spend 50k on windows on it. It is a historic building.
I share it with my grown sister, 34, and my brother, 40. Our parents live somewhere else but they still own this property.
We have 6 cats in and around the house. I have a coy pond you can't spit across and apple trees in my garden.
You should know proper familie values Mr. Russia.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2017-05-16 at 5:32 PM UTCI keep my living space clean so I don't have bugs. I take my raid straight out of the can right to the dome. All life is of equal value, my life is worth just as much as a blade of grass, its all part of an ecosystem that becomes unbalanced if something is missing. If the grass died we would all die. Plus I would totally eat bugs like they do in Asia if that was something that happened around here. Pound for pound its the most efficient source of protein and everyone should be eating bugs instead of beef. I'd start a bug farm if anyone would actually buy my bugs.
-
2017-05-16 at 5:40 PM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Can you imagine if one of these birds, or even multiple, suddenly crashed through RisiR's 50K windows and he finally snapped.
Just imagine that happening, then him collapsing to the fetal position, possibly with tears streaming down his face and soaked in sweat, or in a quasi-autistic knee hugging position where he rocks back and forth, repeating over and over again in a fluctuating voice, sometimes loud, sometimes low and muttering, but always profoundly disturbed and distressed, "The birds…the birds…THE BIIIIIRDS!!!"
Then his siblings finally call an ambulance when they accept he's not snapping out of it and he spends the rest of his life in a padded cell and straight jacket muttering it over and over.
And just to fuck with him they put pictures of those birds all over his cell and continuously play the famous film repeatedly for entertainment/recreation time.
This would be a great poster to hang in there. Or just imagine sneaking into/outside of his house right now and pasting this outside the perfect window, or even in his own room:
Not that I would actually want this to happen to you RisiR, I know how sensitive you can be, the mental image was just funny.
One night I had a bird or a bat (I tell everyone it was a bat because I think it was and because it's cooler) in my bedroom because I slept with windows open. It was terrifying to wake up to the sound of such a big animal flying through my room.
I left the room and got tennis bat(?). I didn't want to hurt the animal but I was like, "It's either you or me buddy and I just don't see you living here" so I went back in TO KILL but the fucker was gone. I closed my (old) windows and slept tight.
I honestly don't think that birds could break my windows. Not the ones we got here. -
2017-05-16 at 5:51 PM UTC
Originally posted by fag You eat meat but you don't hunt you hypocritical pussy little bitches.
that's not hypocritical.
Originally posted by fag I'm the most ethical hunter I know because it's a clean fucking kill every single time.
there's no such thing as a 'clean kill' or 'ethical hunting'. and you sound like a punk for mentioning them.
Originally posted by fag The fact that you have no appreciation for clean kills, the actual connection we have with the planet,
'clean kills' are a cowards obsession. there's no 'connection with the planet'. the planet is just a resource.
Originally posted by fag and the thrill of the hunt which is fucking sacred
ok, faggot. next you're going to tell me what color lipstick you wear?
Originally posted by fag tells me that you're pussy city bois who would fucking die if they couldn't get food delivered to your house.
^ this is how you make yourself feel better for being a little faggot about killing animals.
Originally posted by fag Youre domesticated cucks and you can't handle a real man who hunts and fights because you know you are inferior.
^
only real men can handle me!
Originally posted by fag Little shmuck thinks "sport" hunting birds with a bb gun is just fine
it's just fine. i like hitting them and seeing them go fluttering to the ground like a feathery popped balloon.
Originally posted by fag but a man puts years into all the skills it takes to hunt and you think that is a problem?
it's not my fault you have down syndrome and shit takes you forever.
Originally posted by fag Do you have any idea how much effort and skill it takes to put down a deer with a fucking bow?
gee, i don't know, can you point one thing at another thing?
Originally posted by fag Years of practice, literally fucking years,
days. literally days. hours, if you're sharp. literally hours.
Originally posted by fag and yes its a fucking rush,
the only rush you feel is semen rushing up your ass, mr ethical faggot.
Originally posted by fag like being in a car crash is a fucking rush that I enjoy, thats what happens when you don't fear death.
ok, edgy little 16 year old retard. mr just saw fight club. mr too cool for school. lmfao
Originally posted by fag You are boys shooting birds with bb guns for no goddamn reason
correction: there's a reason. the reason is we want to.
Originally posted by fag and giving me shit for my ethical hunting?
no, actually, you're catching flak because you are 100% obviously a faggot with a twisted mind and a low IQ.
Originally posted by fag Do you know what would happen if me and other MEN didn't hunt?
this is getting super gay
Originally posted by fag The deer would starve to death in the winter,
that's not my fucking problem.
Originally posted by fag the deer would get old and lose their teeth and die of starvation.
not my fucking problem.
Originally posted by fag We manage the herds so that their offspring will survive,
aw, look at you, mr ethical charity faggot. LITERALLY CUCKED BY ANIMALS. you don't have the heart to hunt, you little faggot. this is proof. any cat is a better hunter than you. forget deer, you should start learning to hunt by hunting mice with a club. that's how i started. mice and hedgehogs and cats and stray cats and coyotes and skunks and stuff. you know what? you're too much of a fag to get a mouse. you'd never do it.
Originally posted by fag the money we pay for tags goes directly to conservation efforts
nobody cares.
Originally posted by fag and because of that North America has the best wildlife conservation programs in the entire world.
nobody cares.
Originally posted by fag You have no idea how any of this works
i have a better idea than someone who just reads about it and makes stuff up online, that's for sure.
Originally posted by fag and you're obviously out of you're element,
and what would you know about elements, little gay faggot?
Originally posted by fag so maybe leave you're shithole city once in a while and take a walk in the fucking woods.
i've lived in nature, you fucking tourist. -
2017-05-16 at 7:28 PM UTCThe fuck man, were you seriously hunting cats? Why?
Not even 4Chan is cool with animal abuse, you’d be even lower than they are, and that’s saying a lot. -
2017-05-16 at 7:39 PM UTC
-
2017-05-16 at 7:53 PM UTCWere you on a farm or something? Their hunting is the only arguably justifiable reason I could see.
-
2017-05-16 at 7:55 PM UTCyeah. there's no disadvantage to killing everything that moves that you don't own when you live in the country.
-
2017-05-16 at 8:10 PM UTCThe following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
-
2017-05-16 at 8:10 PM UTC
Originally posted by snab_snib that's not hypocritical.
TL;DR
there's no such thing as a 'clean kill' or 'ethical hunting'. and you sound like a punk for mentioning them.
'clean kills' are a cowards obsession. there's no 'connection with the planet'. the planet is just a resource.
ok, faggot. next you're going to tell me what color lipstick you wear?
^ this is how you make yourself feel better for being a little faggot about killing animals.
^
only real men can handle me!
it's just fine. i like hitting them and seeing them go fluttering to the ground like a feathery popped balloon.
it's not my fault you have down syndrome and shit takes you forever.
gee, i don't know, can you point one thing at another thing?
days. literally days. hours, if you're sharp. literally hours.
the only rush you feel is semen rushing up your ass, mr ethical faggot.
ok, edgy little 16 year old retard. mr just saw fight club. mr too cool for school. lmfao
correction: there's a reason. the reason is we want to.
no, actually, you're catching flak because you are 100% obviously a faggot with a twisted mind and a low IQ.
this is getting super gay
that's not my fucking problem.
not my fucking problem.
aw, look at you, mr ethical charity faggot. LITERALLY CUCKED BY ANIMALS. you don't have the heart to hunt, you little faggot. this is proof. any cat is a better hunter than you. forget deer, you should start learning to hunt by hunting mice with a club. that's how i started. mice and hedgehogs and cats and stray cats and coyotes and skunks and stuff. you know what? you're too much of a fag to get a mouse. you'd never do it.
nobody cares.
nobody cares.
i have a better idea than someone who just reads about it and makes stuff up online, that's for sure.
and what would you know about elements, little gay faggot?
i've lived in nature, you fucking tourist. -
2017-05-16 at 8:28 PM UTCI'm not going to argue with a sadistic idiot. You're trash, fuck off and die.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire!
-
2017-05-17 at 5:34 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Can you imagine if one of these birds, or even multiple, suddenly crashed through RisiR's 50K windows and he finally snapped.
Just imagine that happening, then him collapsing to the fetal position, possibly with tears streaming down his face and soaked in sweat, or in a quasi-autistic knee hugging position where he rocks back and forth, repeating over and over again in a fluctuating voice, sometimes loud, sometimes low and muttering, but always profoundly disturbed and distressed, "The birds…the birds…THE BIIIIIRDS!!!"
Then his siblings finally call an ambulance when they accept he's not snapping out of it and he spends the rest of his life in a padded cell and straight jacket muttering it over and over.
The environment is the worst variation of the one portrayed in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest you could imagine, a type of hell on earth, an inescapable nightmare filled with evil and the most sadistic beings imaginable. Just to fuck with him they put pictures of those birds all over his cell and continuously play the famous film repeatedly for entertainment/recreation time. As a final touch there's even something akin to the toys they place above the cradles of babies, except it's simply this highly realistic and incredibly menacing raven that continuously flies around in circles, always out of reach, unable to ever remove it.
Then one day, something awakens inside of him, the fundamental immense driving force that had led him to read the great works of philosophy, his Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, one desperate attempt at finding meaning, an answer, strong enough to finally break through. "When will this madness end, when will I regain my sanity?!" RisiR desperately screams at it one day, as loudly as he can, the full force of furious years of pent up passion and madness pouring out at one last attempt to gain some reprieve, an answer for this meaningless suffering, an end to it, with the force of an immense strike of lighting, the sound bellowing as the deepest thunder whose reverberations shake the entire ward to their core, awakening everyone, a moment of absolute silence where they all listen for what comes next, an innate understanding of this moment of critical importance in them, a defining moment of his life, having known of poor RisiR's state of madness all these years, the importance of the first novel thing he had spoken since becoming trapped in the cycle of madness.
And he swears, that despite his madness, with absolute certainty, knowing that it will never be confirmed or believed, that he will live with this knowledge alone in his mind until the day he dies, there was a response:
To quoth the raven, "Nevermore".
—
Not that I would actually want this to occur to you, RisiR, I know how sensitive you can be. The mental image was just amusing.
This would be a great poster to hang in his cell. Or just imagine sneaking into/outside of his house right now and pasting this outside the perfect window, or even in his own room:
Edited it and added a new segment to it, mostly at the end. Do you guys think it added value/humor to the story?
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-05-17T05:57:17.447567+00:00 -
2017-05-17 at 5:38 AM UTC
Originally posted by Malice Can you imagine if one of these birds, or even multiple, suddenly crashed through RisiR's 50K windows and he finally snapped.
Just imagine that happening, then him collapsing to the fetal position, possibly with tears streaming down his face and soaked in sweat, or in a quasi-autistic knee hugging position where he rocks back and forth, repeating over and over again in a fluctuating voice, sometimes loud, sometimes low and muttering, but always profoundly disturbed and distressed, "The birds…the birds…THE BIIIIIRDS!!!"
Then his siblings finally call an ambulance when they accept he's not snapping out of it and he spends the rest of his life in a padded cell and straight jacket muttering it over and over.
And just to fuck with him they put pictures of those birds all over his cell and continuously play the famous film repeatedly for entertainment/recreation time. As a final touch there's even something akin to those toys they put above the cradles of babies, except it's just this highly realistic and incredibly menacing raven that continuously flies around in circles.
This would be a great poster to hang in there. Or just imagine sneaking into/outside of his house right now and pasting this outside the perfect window, or even in his own room:
Then one day, something awakens inside of him, the fundamental immense driving force that had led him to read the great works of philosophy, his Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, one desperate attempt at finding meaning, an answer, strong enough to finally break through. "When will this madness end, when will I regain my sanity?!" RisiR desperately screams at it one day, as loudly as he can, the full force of furious years of pent up passion and madness pouring out at one last attempt to gain some reprieve, an answer for this meaningless suffering, an end to it, with the force of an immense strike of lighting, the sound bellowing as the deepest thunder whose reverberations shake the entire ward to their core, awakening everyone, a moment of absolute silence where they all listen for what comes next, an innate understanding of them, having known of poor RisiR's state of madness all these years, the importance of the first novel thing he had spoken since becoming trapped in the cycle of madness.
And he swears, that despite his madness, with absolute certainty, knowing that it will never be confirmed or believed, that he will live with this knowledge alone in his mind until the day he dies, there was a response:
To quoth the raven, "Nevermore".
Post last edited by Malice at 2017-05-17T05:33:11.967046+00:00
This post should have at least 15 thankseez. -
2017-05-17 at 11:34 AM UTC
