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  1. #61
    Incognito2u African Astronaut
    The Matrix continues to run me in the program.
  2. #62
    Originally posted by blob6106 Did you send in your one dollar to get a certified Priesthood of the Church of Sub Genius

    I got the dollars.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Church_of_the_SubGenius
  3. #63
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by blob6106 Did you send in your one dollar to get a certified Priesthood of the Church of Sub Genius

    I'm gonna copy this but you have to send 1 satoshi instead
  4. #64
    blob6106 Tuskegee Airman
    Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood I'm gonna copy this but you have to send 1 satoshi instead

    It's currently 49.99USD

    Also they moved HQ from Texas to Ohio
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  5. #65
    the man who put it in my hood Black Hole [miraculously counterclaim my golf]
    Originally posted by blob6106 It's currently 49.99USD

    Also they moved HQ from Texas to Ohio

    I actually mentioned them to roshambo in my list of books/material he should read

  6. #66
    A Tuskegee Airman [my neurobiological trilled kampala]
    because I'm not dead smile but I should be and that's my fuel to continue not to be, or to be rather.

  7. #67
    Someone should write a book about roshambo's life.
  8. #68
    A Tuskegee Airman [my neurobiological trilled kampala]
    Originally posted by ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Someone should write a book about roshambo's life.

    He already did

    https://niggasin.space/thread/24861?p=1#post-443971

    I am looking at publishing it , possibly through my own company or maybe lulu.
  9. #69
    WellHung Black Hole
    To love, and to be loved.
  10. #70
    A Tuskegee Airman [my neurobiological trilled kampala]
    Originally posted by WellHung To love, and to be loved.

    wanna swap nude pics???
  11. #71
    Originally posted by WellHung To love, and to be loved.

    To fornicate, and to be fornicated, amirite?
  12. #72
    The moment doesn't exist. It's already gone before you even think about it.
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  13. #73
    Kafka sweaty
  14. #74
    A Tuskegee Airman [my neurobiological trilled kampala]
    mike myers - EX virgin
  15. #75
    Infinityshockrates Tuskegee Airman
    i donwloaded BBS bank software, a credit card validator and virtual fax software that apparently works. I'm gonna fucking set up ANSI fax holy shit, the future is cool as fuck
  16. #76
    My mum and dad had sex in the past and here I am
  17. #77
    Infinityshockrates Tuskegee Airman
    That was actually me fucking her
  18. #78
    Originally posted by Infinityshockrates That was actually me fucking her

    So like I said, my mum and dad had sex...dad, can you send me $1000?
  19. #79
    Meikai Heck This Schlong
    I probably just bricked my piece of shit phone. Thing is like 7 years old and was bottom shelf from day one, honestly surprised it was tolerable for as long as it was. IDK wtf I'm doing tryna flash roms n shit. I think this is gg for me.
  20. #80
    Haxxor Space Nigga
    “To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
    The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd!”


    ― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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