The pet store was selling them for 5¢ a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like niggers.
I took my 200 niggers home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the niggers were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap niggers.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead niggers lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet nigger and 199 dead, dry niggers.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead nigger in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two niggers at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet nigger in my toilet, two dead, frozen niggers in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred niggers in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my niggers and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my niggers. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.
I like niggers.
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Originally posted by Number13
I have em after dinner yeah, that's what it says on the pot at least. I don't sift through my shit though so I can't tell ya if they break down quick enough or not
leave it in a glass of warm-ish water.
it doesnt mimic stomach movement and the various enzymes and acids, but it'll still give you an idea.
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Hey spectral, remember that time I kept asking for you to explain spectre, which you claimed to have knowledge of, and you kept plagiarizing other websites because you didn't actually know jack shit about it?
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TOTSE was started by Jeff Hunter, real name unknown (a founding member of NIRVANAnet)[1] in 1989 as a dial-up BBS originally named "& the Temple of the Screaming Electron". The original &TOTSE specialized in small text files. (Hunter had an old 8088 PC XT clone with limited hard drive space; small text files were the only data he could store in reasonable quantity.)[1]
TOTSE became available on the Internet in 1997, and the dial-up BBS system was discontinued in the spring of 1998.
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Originally posted by Enter
You've got NO fucking alibi for being on Totse before 2006, soldier. You ain't going anywhere.
Originally posted by -SpectraL
Enter, even before 1989 I was using HyperTerminal on TelNet to log into various BBS sites of the day. Do you really think I wouldn't have been on the web version of Totse as soon as it opened in 1989? I mean, I was already on the ASCII version of Totse and other sites before that.
Originally posted by Enter
ASCII version of Totse? Totse before 1989? THE FUCK ARE U TALKING ABOUT?
Originally posted by -SpectraL
Ok, I meant to say 2001. You've got nothing.
Originally posted by Enter
You fucked up, old man. Even then. It came to the web in 1997, not 2001.
Click all the squares with road signs. Does this corner count? Does the post count? What about this sign underneath it saying 'children at play?' What about a billboard? They're on roads. Do these multi-direction signs that go east, west, north, and south count? They're really for dirt roads without cars on it. Do they only mean roads with cars on them?
It's all so fucking confusing.
Maybe I am a computer.
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Just cause the MORALLY SUPERIOR BEINGs haven't keeled over and are able to subsist on kelp and worm-meal doesn't mean they are doing their body any favors.
I believe the plants and animals are on this planet for my sustenance and enjoyment, how are u gonna tell me a swine's life is more important than my well being.
Giving up meat is unnatural , it would be like an able-bodied person resigning themselves to life in a wheelchair cause they are lazy/ don't want to have to be buying shoes all the time ( sewn by little kids in asia in nasty factories! ). Unhealthy and silly!
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Originally posted by Zanick
I'm opposed to engineering the moral lives of animals just as I'm opposed to harming them. I don't believe they should be subject to the terrors of human industry, but what happens in the wild is their business.
Human industry is the wild. Stop pretending we aren't just wild ass animals just because you can philosophize some shit. Plus, having your throat torn out by a wolf isn't less horrifying than any of the methods we use to kill animals. Subjecting animals to industrial farming is almost noble by comparison to what other animals do to eachother in the wild. Which you're okay with.
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Sorry Zanick, I feel absolutely no moral obligation to not consume sentient animals. I don't think "morality" is any sort of argument anyway, especially on an individual level where people like me literally struggle to feel any sort of "empathy" (even though I rationally understand what you're talking about). "Might does not make right" is not an argument, especially since consuming higher amounts of protein contributed to the growth of our prefrontal cortex (which is responsible for your linguistic abilities which attempt to oppose the killing and eating of animals). If your ancestors only ate plants and nuts you would not be able to make this thread. Of course, this is a "natural fallacy" (since "natural" does not mean "right") but I am a member of a species in an ecosystem which sustains (and has sustained) itself by eating animals. I agree that modern farming where chickens and cows are kept in fucked up conditions is pretty abhorrent, but this is an entirely separate issue to eating animals. Can you please explain to me why killing and eating animals, whose genes have contributed to their tasty propensity, is objectively wrong and not merely something that makes you feel uncomfortable
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