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2017-06-20 at 1 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Click Here for AIDS
Originally posted by mmQ Born and raised.
In Peshawar where you spent out most of your days
Chillin' out, maxin, relaxin' like a balla
And bowling some cricket outside of your madrassah
When a couple of jihadis who were trying to start hulla gulla
Started making trouble in your muhalla
you got in one little bombing and your mom got afsurda
she said "you're moving into a one room apartment in North Dakota" -
2017-06-20 at 12:34 AM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Click Here for AIDS
Originally posted by mmQ No I ate a bag of seeds and had all the shells in a big bowl, then I cartoonishly stepped on the edge of the bowl and sent all the shells cascading across my room like a typhoon or some shit. So they're just sort of… everywhere. I haven't done anything with them yet other than use my hands to make one little pile and realize it's gonna take me maybe hours to hand pick all of these.
How about you get a FUCKING table -
2017-06-19 at 11:49 PM UTC in The Retarded Thread: Click Here for AIDSOk, I'd rather have the whole tc mod squad in here than Bill the germaphobe frog fucker.
Can you get the fuck outta here, nigga? You don't ever post in here. Stick to your guns. -
2017-06-19 at 9:44 PM UTC in So HIV infected needles in petrol pumps is now a thing...
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2017-06-19 at 9:04 PM UTC in sleeping gas in open spacei'm not playing this fucking game anymore BOLLOCKS
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2017-06-19 at 12:19 AM UTC in My jaw, fuck.
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2017-06-18 at 2:01 PM UTC in Crazy Glue in DickShe said, ‘Don’t touch that.’
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘It’s glue,’ she said. ‘Special glue. The best kind.’
‘What did you buy it for?’
‘Because I need it,’ she said. ‘A lot of things around here need gluing.’
‘Nothing around here needs gluing,’ I said. ‘I wish I understood why you buy all this stuff.’
‘For the same reason I married you,’ she murmured. ‘To help pass the time.’
I didn’t want to fight, so I kept quiet, and so did she.
‘Is it any good, this glue?’ I asked. She showed me the picture on the box, with this guy hanging upside-down from the ceiling.
‘No glue can really make a person stick like that,’ I said. ‘They just took the picture upside-down. They must have put a lamp on the floor.’ I took the box from her and peered at it. ‘And there, look at the window. They didn’t even bother to hang the blinds the other way. They’re upside down, if he’s really standing on the ceiling. Look,’ I said again, pointing to the window. She didn’t look.
‘It’s eight already,’ I said. ‘I’ve got to run.’ I picked up my briefcase and kissed her on the cheek. ‘I’ll be back pretty late. I’m working—’
‘Overtime,’ she said. ‘Yes, I know.’
I called Abby from the office.
‘I can’t make it today,’ I said. ‘I’ve got to get home early.’
‘Why?’ Abby asked. ‘Something happen?’
‘No … I mean, maybe. I think she suspects something.’
There was a long silence. I could hear Abby’s breathing on the other end.
‘I don’t see why you stay with her,’ she whispered. ‘You never do anything together. You don’t even fight. I’ll never understand it.’ There was a pause, and then she repeated, ‘I wish I understood.’ She was crying.
‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Abby. Listen, someone just came in,’ I lied. ‘I’ve got to hang up. I’ll come over tomorrow. I promise. We’ll talk about everything then.’
I got home early. I said ‘Hi’ as I walked in, but there was no reply. I went through all the rooms in the house. She wasn’t in any of them. On the kitchen table I found the tube of glue, completely empty. I tried to move one of the chairs, to sit down. It didn’t budge. I tried again. Not an inch. She’d glued it to the floor. The fridge wouldn’t open. She’d glued it shut. I didn’t understand what was happening, what would make her do such a thing. I didn’t know where she was. I went into the living-room to call her mother’s. I couldn’t lift the receiver; she’d glued that too. I kicked the table and almost broke my toe. It didn’t even budge.
And then I heard her laughing. It was coming from somewhere above me. I looked up, and there she was, standing barefoot on the living room ceiling.
I stared openmouthed. When I found my voice I could only ask, ‘What the hell… are you out of your mind?’
She didn’t answer, just smiled. Her smile seemed so natural, with her hanging upside-down like that, as if her lips were just stretching on their own by the sheer force of gravity.
‘Don’t worry, I’ll get you down,’ I said, hurrying to the shelf and grabbing the largest books. I made a tower of encyclopedia volumes and clambered on top of the pile.
‘This may hurt a little,’ I said, trying to keep my balance. She went on smiling. I pulled as hard as I could, but nothing happened. Carefully, I climbed down.
‘Don’t worry,’ I said. ‘I’ll get the neighbours or something. I’ll go next door and call for help.’
‘Fine,’ she laughed. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’
I laughed too. She was so pretty, and so incongruous, hanging upside-down from the ceiling that way. With her long hair dangling downwards, and her breasts moulded like two perfect teardrops under her white T-shirt. So pretty. I climbed back up onto the pile of books and kissed her. I felt her tongue on mine. The books tumbled out from under my feet, but I stayed floating in midair, hanging just from her lips. -
2017-06-18 at 12:51 PM UTC in I want to shoot up an Arianna Grande concert
Originally posted by -SpectraL No, people will do almost anything for even $50/day. People have no pride today. As long as it's money, they'll work for peanuts no problem. If one won't, the next one will.
people like that would most definitely sell the story. for people who can exercise absolute discretion, that costs literally millions. for something of this magnitude at least.
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2017-06-18 at 11:45 AM UTC in Crazy Glue in Dick
Originally posted by infinityshock stop posting stupid shit. as a matter of fact…stop posting at all.
there are a billion alternatives to doing something that, regardless of sanitization procedures undertaken, is virtually guaranteed to cause an introduction of really nasty microbes somewhere they have no business being. as i said in previous posts…a prognosis/diagnosis/treatment plan is virtually infinite depending on the type of blockage and location, but you jump right to possibly the most invasive, damaging, and likely to cause infection. probably would even need a full surgical suite for that shit, as elaborate as it is.
if its a male (wouldnt work on a female…but thats not the point of the OP) the blockage in the urethra could simply be bypassed and the ruined section (if not possible to repair) could be replaced with some sort of surgical-grade tubing. or…poor bastard…a perpetual piss bag/catheter.
kidney stone blockage is not the same thing as a urethra being forcibly sealed with a functioning adhesive. completely different treatment regimen, ffs.
stfu and go back to abusing your child.
Fuck you, faggot. It could be implemented on a female and this is legit as an emergency treatment. You're WAY over estimating introduction of infection. OF FUCKING COURSE you need to clean site before introducing the needle and be in a clean environment, preferably sterile if at all possible, you shit-stain faggot!
They use needles and tocars with a canndula attached to puncture the rumen in goats, cattle, and sheep to relieve gas pressure in emergency situations, and rarely is there much of any sanitizing prior- granted, most don't give a fuck as much as if this were a human, but there is good prognosis when done properly, and most do make it. I've done this one time, and had full recovery. This was done in a drive-way, on her farm on a goat. I spayed the area down with a hose to knock down dust, and used a bottle of bleach to "hillbilly" sterilize the area as best as I could. I shaved the skin with clippers, and used 93% rubbing alcohol to clean the skin and my hands (after doing a good washing/scrubbing before hand). There was no infection to occur. This was also done into an organ (rumen) with a FUCKTON of bacteria which could have caused infection at the puncture site. It did not. The real fear here is introduction of bacteria of a nasty variety into the rumen. I advised administration of a 10 day antibiotic course (bactrim was my choice for availability, cost, what was on hand, and for being a good one for both gram-neg./gram pos. bacteria.) though she DID NOT follow my advise here, and goat was still fine. It wasn't hard, and while a second person to help was definitely easier than alone, it could have been preformed solo. This would translate just fine to a human, as well- male or female.
There isn't a whole lot of difference in what I described doing, and being we are talking an emergency situation. I described in laymen's terms "decompression of bladder via cystocentesis".
Ideally, you'd want to have an ultrasound machine so you can clearly see, and aid in placement, but it could be done without one, having someone very familiar with where the badder and other organs lie.
It is not "guarenteed to introduce microbes" with some common fucking sense, which it's obvious you lack. This is a legitimate procedure to do to buy time to empty the badder, before surgery on the urethra to be unblocked.
Get fucked faggot. I'm going to be nice and source you everything I described, faggot. Now, suck my nice fat, big, black 12-inch e-cock.
I have forgotten more practical medicine than you've ever known or will know in your life, nigger. I also am not afraid to save lives, be they human or animal. At the end of the day, we overall have the same parts, and it's just minor tweaks to adjust one treatment from animal to animal, with a few little side-notes here and there to worry about. Treatments found to aid human's usually started off on an animal first, anyway. You also mentioned "alternatives"- in an emergency, where you got a bladder full of piss and a blockage, you don't have a lot of time to fuck around unless you wanna cause damage that'll be a lot harder and more invasive to fix.
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http://extensionpublications.unl.edu/assets/html/g2018/build/g2018.htm#target8
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2017-06-18 at 7:45 AM UTC in Corrupt a Wish
Originally posted by NARCassist granted, but your life turns to shit from using so much all the time, you become legalisespiritualdiscovery and assault your mom coz she drank your coffee. you end up in a cell withdrawing, in PAIN from teh TPAIN.
i wish my shit didn't stink.
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Granted but your piss smells horrible and the smell lingers for hours
I wish I didn't have to go to the store to get more beer -
2017-06-18 at 7:12 AM UTC in I have multiple brainsHe'll have a nice food bank for the zombie apocalypse.
> Get turned into a zombie
> Return to your abode
> Bar yourself off from the rest of the world
> Survive indefinitely on brain cellar
> Sell the rights to your story to Sony Pictures
> ???
> Profit
> Become the richest zombie in the world
> Give TED talks about your experience of ascending to super zombiehood -
2017-06-18 at 5:09 AM UTC in Ayyyy, used to tell hoes I was dark light, or off white
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2017-06-18 at 2:21 AM UTC in I hate when plans fall though.Regardless of bits, you're all my dudes. Unless you're infinity shock. Fuck that guy.
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2017-06-17 at 9:57 PM UTC in Crazy Glue in DickThey would have to remove the penis.
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2017-06-17 at 7:48 PM UTC in What kind of nightmares do you have?
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2017-06-17 at 5:58 PM UTC in did you all chase kinkou out of tc or something?
Originally posted by mmQ I go there generally Saturday night to get drunk with Panny, Trayvon, and HTS. That's usually the only time I go now. Used to go more often when 4j came around but nowadays if he comes he's always blacked out retarded. Haha
I do have fun on Saturday night/Sunday morning. The goal is to just get dumb and laugh at everything, and it usually happens.
Remember that time 4J was drunk and doing coke and ended up fucking up his house with a sword? I don't recall the details but I think he had a katana type of thing and cut up all the walls or something. -
2017-06-17 at 11:30 AM UTC in Who here has contemplated suicide?I fantasize about it some days but would probably never do it, too scared of what it would do to my family and the possibilities of consequences in the afterlife
According to numerous people I talked to the next day and a thread I made here, I supposedly attempted suicide about a year ago, but I was so drunk that there's no way of telling what really happened
It was after the only non-drug induced episode of mania that I've ever had in my life. I felt on top of the world, super productive at work, barely needed to sleep, very giddy and happy and felt like anything was possible. Curiously enough the mania happened about a day after I quit taking wellbutrin which I had been on for almost a year
After about three days I crashed hard, and bought a liter of everclear, a bad fucking mistake
Honestly I could've been so drunk that I genuinely couldn't figure out how to shoot myself, but it's more likely that I was either too much of a pussy or being an attention whore (I turn into an insanely bad attention whore after a liter of liquor, one of the many reasons I only drink beer now)
Most days it's not really a "everything sucks, why should I bother" type of depression but a general dissatisfaction with life and injustice/unfairness/cruelty of the world and the fact that we're all totally powerless to do anything about it -
2017-06-16 at 10:03 PM UTC in Every other number is a multiple of 2.
Originally posted by Malice If it actually happens, could I get a BJ too? I'm literally a handholdless kissless mid-20s virgin, by choice due to severe aspergers. I have severe OCD and am extremely clean, actually wash using a dish scouring pad, lathering and rinsing multiple times (at least 3), then applying clear gel deodorant when I dry off to prevent sweating. I'll also insist on a condom because I don't trust you, you've been a whore in the past and oral herpes is far too common and often asymptomatic. Also, all trolling aside, my penis is actually a decent size, even above average.
The scenario would be a homemade glory hole that completely blocks me from sight, with neither of us speaking, due to crippling anxiety around strangers and being incapable of random conversation. I could also engage in physical S&M afterward if you want, you know I can be highly abusive and malicious, although I would insist on wearing a mask, something that covers my entire head, other than my eyes (may wear sunglasses as well). I know how to stimulate a prostate and would never try any cringy moves, just the best positions.
This made me laugh fo real. Hahaha...
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2017-06-16 at 8:33 PM UTC in In all seriousness though...
Originally posted by mmQ It's interesting because both sides are correct, in a way. If there isn't a viewpoint such as Falco is taking, then it does very much enable the depressee to remain depressed, getting affirmation from others that what they are experiencing is in fact impossible or extremely difficult to get out of, and thus making the choice to remain in the rut that much easier.
On the other hand, it's also frustrating from a depressed standpoint to hear the VERY TYPICAL, 'I know you're better than this, just SNAP OUT OF IT,' outlook. That's where, Falco, despite what seems obvious as your best intentions here, shit gets fuzzy, because the longer a person is unable to snap out of it (and that part has to do with the actual illness, the EXTREME difficulty), it makes a person feel even MORE worthless (why can't I snap out of it like Falco says?? I know I'm smart! Why can't I fucking do it?} and as it continues to not happen, it reinforces itself. It is very much a double edged sword.
I have always thought of treating depression like having to walk to the hospital with two broken legs. Once you get to the hospital it will get better, but you're goddamn legs are broken, and you HAVE TO WALK.
It's all very fucky, and that's all I have to say for now. :)
Listen I understand this. I get it. The problem is squarely with the fact that there is no utility in hugging on someone who has trapped themselves in depression. It just enables their shitty decision making. It's way more useful in every single way to make them aware that you're saying it from a place of love, but the way they're acting is no good. It's understandable, but it's wrong. The more people fees into the victim mentality, the less impetus they have to take command.
I am giving concrete options here; one of the most important aspects of beating depression is the feeling of command over your own life. There are lots of ways to do this. And one way you can help give the feeling of control to someone who is depressed, is to give them options.
In that video I linked, the biggest point IMO is creating specific, measurable, achievable, relevant and time-bound goals. The best way to help someone out of their rut is to give them achievable options that are within their grasp, and they are fully capable of beginning to achieve.
Ultimately, nobody can give you the magical pill of action, you're going to have to take action yourself. What I'm trying to do is lower the barrier to entry for HTS; part of what makes depression so crushing is that your lack of agency feels monolithic, you feel helpless because getting friends or whatever seems like a big, scary thing that you can't do because the end goal is so far away. I want to bring that down and give him the first steps he can take.
That's the best I can do, and it's the best anyone can do, and it's certainly way better than enabling their illness. -
2017-06-16 at 7:43 PM UTC in Future tech you want to see
Originally posted by blackbird A way to record your dreams.
Perfectly realistic virtual reality.
I was thinking about this the other day, if there was a perfect way to capture your thoughts' visual and audio components, entertainment would change forever. You would bring the mountain of creation to mohamet, so to speak. The focus of all would shift to your mind; how well you can visualise... And how good your ideas are, period.