Originally posted by gadzooks
I just have a gut feeling that the man behind withederedoaks, and the Ass-Blaster 2000 (or whatever it was called), is still out there.
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I would do so many fucking experiments like that and keep track of all the statistics and data to be compiled into new powerfully groundbreaking psychological texts that TRULY explain why we are the way we are and why we choose to do (or not do) the things we do.
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Originally posted by gadzooks
If I were particularly desperate, like going through heroin withdrawals back in the day, then probably, yeah.
When I'm thinking straight, which is, believe it or not, most of the time, then probably not.
And actually, there are two main reasons for why I would (typically) lean towards "no":
1. Ethical reasons: The first thing that popped into my head was the movie Se7en…
2. Practical reasons: This could just be a ruse all about getting me personally killed, or it could be some ultra-dangerous mission where you just straight up stand no chance of surviving and staying out of jail or any other kind of trouble that would make $10,000 not even remotely worth it.
But the se7en head deliverer never was the wiser as to what he delivered so you can't really say it was ethically wrong.
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What do I love, you ask? Well, I love to drink, smoke, and fuck. I drink ale when I want to FEEL. I smoke cigs to calm my nerves. And when I fuck... I fuck to be the man I know I need to be, my flow of cum tells a tale of my life's past; a rich tale of sin and pain as well as pride and joy. My hot seed yearns to brings forth life, but all it does is bring forth strife. And the kids weep.
Ohhhh how they weep.
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I feel I may have finally come to grasp but a modicum of the seemingly infinite essence of one Karen, and not by my own hand but rather the hand of hers, which by pure stroke of fortune has graciously outstretched itself toward my feeble existence; an existence that I can now finally begin to accept as nothing but a mere illusion within a tangled web of cosmic smoke and mirrors of which Karen herself has set in place as an inception to what is meant to be a progressive understanding of the truths that ultimately reveal the very lack of truths upon which they are founded.
And by that I mean I'm fucking stoked because I just found an ice cream sandwich in my freezer when I was all but sure I hadn't any left.
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Like Zanick for example. I'd offer him a million dollars to saw off his left foot and eat the entire thing. If he said no, I'd just keep increasing my offer until he accepted.
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