Minor Things That Bug Us

The first Mormon I ever encountered was my younger brother's friend. She wouldn't do anything on Sunday as she didn't believe in creating work for other people on the Sabbath, but she was easy and otherwise normal. I move to the mid-Western United States where the Mormons abide in high concentration and find out they live so strictly that they won't even drink coffee! Previously, I thought the Jews observed some pretty silly traditions. Be that as it may, the Mormon missionaries are persistent enough that I can see them descending upon a newborn and breaking his resolve until he chooses Mormon.

What really perplexes me is where a Cherokee hears of the Internet.

 

He probably called the government with smoke signals.

 

Oh TA, your aggressive and comical racism amuses me so.

By the way, I'd check those government computers for smallpox if I were you.

 

I'm actually using drums at the moment, but the transfer rate is really shitty. I'm thinking of sending a carrier pigeon to Newegg to order a brand new broadband bonfire.

Also, beads are so last century. We use feathers now.

 

Of those three, I would expect the drums to have the best bit rate considering soundwaves travel faster than smoke and birds. Either way, I bet you rock at those internet poker sites.

 

I've found that most Mormon girls really seem to love the cock, and tend to be rather interested in riding it prior to child-bearing intentions (you know, before they graduate from high school).

Sir Faps a Lot: I commend you on your sense of humor.

Vorak: Glad you liked it.

 

*reads the last few posts* *reads them again to make sure she isn't hallucinating*

*THUD!*

:rofl:

 

yes, as Xiao has pointed out, those were an amazing few posts about Masterbater's internet access. xD

 

When threads reach the point of self-congratulations about posts not even 1 page after said posts it's time to seriously consider savage beatings.

 

I believe the fantasies about cock-loving Mormon girls have already inspired several savage beatings. Perhaps we should consider a moratorium on beatings of any nature?

 

Hey, some of us like the beatings. I enjoy giving them out at least - I've never been on the recieving end, so...

 

One of my best friends is a sadist.



... :cry:

 

Oh, yeah. Today I got a spam email that read, and I quote...

"never nqvjpirajd unepiwj enough fqgjfylo awjw oqdazayyzq love come kaj.
Ineovqfusqxol this its nyuycjliky been jwa jvi qdq uvqdymogq here mqgysezy
same made qdjo iziwusjt very do much vuhuhy yhowanu again boi ihjneal
Fjatyb never bicqgap lysuu ykqyuned like can yuti ofqytozjge qcofuvaosy yvytuza good maninqavu ijunen leydqrade to"

 

*bonks Yuki what a frozen tuna*
That was for double posting.

Is that email a combination of languages or just gibberish?

 

I'm pretty sure it's gibberish.

 

I've had to weigh in on which I deplore more, premature self-congratulations or beatings. I've decided against self-congratulations and side with Philes here. I'll save the congratulations until we're a few pages deeper.

 

I'm debating on if your re-enforcing Philes point strengthens it or weakens it. I think it's still in the air.

Yuki: you mean that doesn't make sense to you?

Xiao: *twirls a wooden paddle with holes drilled in it*

 

Hey heyheyhey! No kinky shit before the third date!

 

What about for the live-in puppy?