Chicken is good for breakfast too!


Considering LTG started this thread about me, then said he would stop, its up to him to actually stop or not.

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Sex isn't dirty, sex isn't a crime. It's a loving act between two or more consenting adults.

-Hank Kingsley

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That's a good way to get called a country cocksucker.

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"Play until it hurts, then play until it hurts to not play."
http://soundcloud.com/darkside124 HOF 2013, MM Champion 2014

Got a little Spiral Stairs/Mr. Reason in you today?

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An unjust law is no law at all--St. Augustine of Hippo

Cause tried and true
I see the light in you
Oh, can you dig in my soul?
Could you smell my whole...
life?--Gener and Deaner

Not yet but if I play my cards right...

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"Play until it hurts, then play until it hurts to not play."
http://soundcloud.com/darkside124 HOF 2013, MM Champion 2014

This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...This is the thread that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friend. Some people started reading it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue reading it forever just because...

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@audioidkid

Seems as good a place as any

Dante: You know, that article's accurate. Caitlin's really getting married!
Randal: You know what I just watched?
Dante: Me pulling a can off some moron's fist?
Randal: Return of the Jedi.
Dante: Didn't you hear me? Caitlin is really getting married!
Randal: Which did you like better? Jedi or The Empire Strikes Back?
Dante: Empire.
Randal: Blasphemy.
Dante: Empire had the better ending. I mean, Luke gets his hand cut off, finds out Vader's his father—uh, Han gets frozen and taken away by Boba Fett. It ends on such a down note. I mean, that's what life is, a series of down endings. All Jedi had was a bunch of Muppets.
Randal: There was something else going on in Jedi. I ever noticed it till today. They built another Death Star, right?
Dante: Yeah.
Randal: Now, the first one was completed and fully operational before the Rebels destroyed it.
Dante: Luke blew it up, give credit where credit is due.
Randal: And the second one was still being built when they blew it up.
Dante: Compliments of Lando Calrissian.
Randal: Something just never sat right with me that second time around. I could never put my figure on it, but something just wasn't right.
Dante: And you figured it out?
Randal: The first Death Star was manned by the Imperial Army. The only people onboard were stormtroppers, dignitaries—Imperials.
Dante: Basically.
Randal: So, when they blew it up, no problem. Evil's punished.
Dante: And the second time around?
Randal: The second time around, it wasn't even done being built yet. It was still under construction.
Dante: So?
Randal: So, a construction job of that magnitude would require a helluva lot more manpower than the Imperial army had to offer. I'll bet there were independent contractors working on that thing: plumbers, aluminum siders, roofers—
Dante: And not just Imperials, is that what you're getting at?
Randal: Exactly. In order to get it built quickly and quietly they'd hire anybody who could do the job. Do you think the average storm trooper knows how to install a toilet main? All they know is killing and white uniforms.
Dante: All right, so they bring in independent contractors. Why are you so upset with its destruction?
Randal: All those innocent contractors hired to do the job were killed! Casualties of a war they had nothing to do with. All right, look, you're a roofer, and some juicy government contract comes your way; you got the wife and kids and the two-story in suburbia - this is a government contract, which means all sorts of benefits. All of a sudden these left-wing militants blast you with lasers and wipe out everyone within a three-mile radius. You didn't ask for that. You have no personal politics. You're just trying to scrape out a living.
Roofer: Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but what are you two talking about?
Randal: The ending of Return of the Jedi.
Dante: My friend here is trying to convince me that any independent contractors who were working on the uncompleted Death Star were innocent victims when it was destroyed by the Rebels.
Roofer: Well, I'm a contractor myself. I'm a roofer—Dunn and Ready Home Improvements—and speaking as a roofer, I can tell you; a roofer's personal politics comes into play heavily when choosing jobs.
Randal: Oh yeah, like when?
Roofer: Three weeks ago, I was offered a job up in the hills. Beautiful house, tons of property—a simple reshingling job! They told me if I could finish it in one day, I would double my price. Then I realized whose house it was.
Randal: Whose house was it?
Roofer: Dominic Bambino's.
Randal: "Baby-Face" Bambino, the gangster?
Roofer: The same! The money was right, but the risk was too high. I knew who he was, and based on that, I turned the job over to a friend of mine.
Dante: [to Randal] Based on his personal politics.
Roofer: Right! And the next week, the Floressi Family puts out a hit on Baby-Face's house! My friend was shot and killed; didn't even finish reshingling!
Randal: No way.
Roofer: I'm alive because I knew the risk involved with that particular client. My friend wasn't so lucky. Any contractor working on that Death Star knew the risk involved; if they got killed, it's their own fault. A roofer listens to this [pointing to his heart], not his wallet.

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Here is the problem Fraternization. You know you won't be able to do stop responding to posts that don't involve you. You live to be a shithead on the internet. With that being the case don't whine about it when there are repercussions and ramifications for it. Don't whine when threads are started for you and stop requesting for me to stop.

I can stop this. You can't. We can keep this going ad infinitum for all I care. Non of this bothers me.

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Nun: So, you don't believe in God...because of Alice in Wonderland?
Loki: No, Through the Looking Glass, that poem "The Walrus and the Carpenter," that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and good nature, obviously represents either Buddha or, with his tusks, the Hindu elephant god Lord Ganesha – that takes care of your eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do? What do they do? They dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. Now I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensures the destruction of one's inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions, out of fear of some intangible parent figure, who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says "Do it, do it and I'll fucking spank you!" The existentialists can keep their Kierkegaard and their Sartre — give me Lewis Carroll any day. That guy knows what time it is!
Nun: The way you put it... I've never thought about it like that before. What...what have I been doing with my life?
Loki: Yeah, I know. Look, why don't you take this money you're collecting for your parish, and go out and buy yourself a new dress. Fix yourself up. Find some man. Find some woman. Find anyone you can connect with, even for a moment. Because that's all that life really is, Sister — it's a series of moments. Why don't you go seize yours? Attagirl.
[The nun smiles gratefully and leaves. Loki sits next to Bartleby.]
Bartleby: Here's what I don't get about you. You know for a fact that there's a God. You've been in His presence, He's spoken to you personally. And yet I just heard you claim to be an atheist.
Loki: I just love to fuck with the clergy, man, I just love it. I love keeping those guys on their toes!

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The Green Golf Ball

Once upon a time, there was a young boy, and this young boy was having his 10th birthday. His father thinking that it was an important day for his young lad, said to him, 'You can have anything that you want for your birthday'. The boy thought and thought. Finally, he said to his pop, "Dad, I want a green golf ball." The man was surprised a bit, but decided to humour his son. And so, the boy recieved 1 green golf ball for his 10th birthday.

On this boy's 13th birthday, when he hit his teens, the father once again walked up to the boy, and told him what he had before. The boy thought. And thought. Finally, he said, "Dad, I want 10 green golf balls." Now, the father was slightly curious about this, and he almost asked his son why. But then he decided that it was just youthfulness, and left it at that.

Upon graduating from High School, the boy was once again given that same offer by his father. He thought and thought and thought. Finally, he went up to his old man and said, "Dad, I want 100 green golf balls." Now, the father was very curious about this, and asked his son, finally, why he wanted the balls. The boy just said, "Dad! It's a secret!" The father backed down, and got the boy his balls.

When the boy graduated from college, his father once again offered him anything he wanted. Once again, the boy thought. Once again, the boy walked up to his father. He said, "Dad, I want 1000 green golf balls." The father decided that the boy knew how to live his life. But still he asked, "Why, son? Why do you want these green golf balls?" And once again, the boy said,"It's a secret, Dad!"

And then came the war. And the boy volunteered himself for his country. And when he came back in one piece, his father said, "Son, I will get you anything that you want!" And the boy thought. And thought. And he said, "Dad, I want 10,000 green golfballs." And the father could not hold back his question any longer. "Why? Why, son? Why do you need these green golf balls?" And the son looked at thim, and he said,"Dad, now, I told you that it was a secret. Please don't make me tell you." And the father backed off.

The boy got married. His father walked up to him, and offered him anything he would want on this joyous occasion. The boy thought and thought and thought. And thought. And, finally, he said,"Dad... I want 100,000 green golf balls..." And the father, keeping calm, asked why. Why the boy wanted so many green golf balls. And all the boy could do was look at his father, and say,"It's a secret." And the father kept silent.

Then, tragedy struck. There was a car accident. The boy was mortally injured. And the father went to see the son in his final hour. And he asked his son if there was anything he could get him. And the son whispered,"Father... Please get me 1,000,000 green golf balls..." And the father almost wept. He said,"Son, please tell me why you want these green golf balls..." And the son looked at his father, and he said, "Alright, dad..."

And then he died.

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I have never denied this. You do the exact same things, and deny it. Hypocrite.

100% truth.

100% untruth.

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Jay: So, what's up? You gotta friend for Silent Bob, or you wanna do us both? If so, I'm first; I hate sloppy seconds.
Bethany: You're a man of principle. Jersey's pretty far from McHenry. May I ask what brought you here?
Jay: Some fuck named John Hughes.
Bethany: Sixteen Candles John Hughes?
Jay: You know that guy too? That fucking guy. Made this flick Sixteen Candles. Not bad, there's tits in it, but no bush. But Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kinda thing. 'Cause he's all in love with this John Hughes guy. Goes out and like rents every one of his movies. Fucking Breakfast Club; all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fucking Weird Science where this babe wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no she don't cause it's a PG movie. And then Pretty in Pink, which I can't watch with this tubby bitch anymore because every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fuckin' fat man weep.
Bethany: What exactly brought you to Illinois?
Jay: See, all these movies take place in a small town called Shermer, Illinois where all the honeys are top shelf, but all the dudes are whiny pussies. [Silent Bob raises a finger.] Except for Judd Nelson, he was fucking harsh! [He and Silent Bob bump fists.] But best of all, there was no one dealing, man. Then it hits me, we could live like fat rats if we're the blunt connection in Shermer, Illinios, so we collected some money we were owed and caught a bus. You know what the fuck we found out when we got there? There is no Shermer, Illinois. Movies are fucking bullshit.
Bethany: When are you going back to Jersey?
Jay: [to Silent Bob] Jesus, this broad asks a lot of questions. [to Bethany] Tomorrow.
Bethany: [to herself] Tomorrow...
Jay: Yeah. So, you do anal? Is it true that chicks fart if you blast 'em in the ass?
Bethany: I didn't ask you out for sex.
Jay: I'll take head.
Bethany: This is gonna sound really bad. I can't believe I'm even thinking about this, but... I think I should go with you?
Jay: What, like steady? You wanna be my girlfriend? All right, but Silent Bob has to live with us and you pay the rent.
Bethany: No. I wanna go with you to New Jersey.
Jay: Really?
Bethany: You're going to lead me somewhere.
Jay: Me lead you? Lady, look at me, I don't even know where the hell I am half the time. If we're not gonna fuck, then what the fuck did you ask us out for?
Bethany: Someone told me I'd meet you and you'd take me some place I was suppose to go.
Jay: What the hell are you babbling about? All I know is we saved your ass from some angry, fucking dwarves and now you're telling us we're suppose to take you somewhere and you don't even know where the hell it is?
Bethany: Do you believe in God?
Jay: Holy fuck! [to Silent Bob] All the fine immoral bitches out in front of that place and we gotta get the one Jesus freak? Let's get the fuck outta here- [both get up to leave]
Bethany: No, wait!
Jay: I'll scream rape.
Bethany: I can pay you.
Jay: Pay? [he and Silent Bob sit back down]
Bethany: A hundred bucks for being my guide. You're going to Jersey anyway; all I'm asking is to tag along.
Jay: [to Silent Bob] I feel like Han Solo, you're Chewie, and she's Ben Kenobi and we're in that fucked up bar! [to Bethany] What about sex?
Bethany: No sex.
Jay: All right, well lets say we're caught in a situation where we have like five minutes left to live. I don't know, a bomb or something's gonna go off; would you fuck us then?
Bethany: In that highly unlikely situation... yeah, sure.
Jay: Yeah? [to Silent Bob] She's the slut. Booong!

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End of passion play, crumbling away
I'm your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your death's construction
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you
Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your master (master)
Your life burns faster (faster)
Obey your master, master!
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!
Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you
Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your master (master)
Your life burns faster (faster)
Obey your master, master!
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!
(Master, master, master, master...)
Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Fix me!
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days
Now, your life is out of season
I will occupy
I will help you die
I will run through you
Now I rule you too
Come crawling faster (faster)
Obey your master (master)
Your life burns faster (faster)
Obey your master, master!
Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master, master!

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Join in my
Join in my child
And listen, digging through
My old numb shadow
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking Scabs again
I'm down, digging through
My old muscles looking for a clue
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been
I've been wallowing in my own confused
And insecure delusions
For a piece to cross me over
Or a word to guide me in
I want to feel the changes coming down
I want to know what I've been hiding
In my shadow
My shadow
Change is coming through my shadow
My shadow's
Shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again
Join in my
Join in my child
Shadow's
Closer to meaning
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
Insecure delusions
I wanna feel the change consume me
Feel the outside turning in
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured in
My shadow
My shadow
Change is coming
Now is my time
Listen to my muscle memory
Contemplate what I've been clinging to
Forty six and two ahead of me
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through
See my shadow changing
Stretching up and over me
Soften this old armor
Hoping I can clear the way by
Stepping through my shadow
Coming out the other side
Step into the shadow
Forty six and two are just ahead of me

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I'm going to bounce from the spot for awhile but I will be back at some point to argue with you about this hoops stuff again. Playoffs have been great this season. See ya up the road.

I'm out.

So how bout that Trump, eh?
What a character.

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"Play until it hurts, then play until it hurts to not play."
http://soundcloud.com/darkside124 HOF 2013, MM Champion 2014

Let's discuss on JG's Podcast.

Seems like someone already has. Mr. Arbiter himself.

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"Woe to you, oh Earth and sea, for the Devil sends the Beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the Beast
For it is a human number, its number is six hundred and sixty six"
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
That night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw
In my old dreams were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cause in my dreams
It's always there
The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
Yeah
The night was black was no use holding back
'Cause I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was all this for real or some kind of hell
Six six six the number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun Satan's work is done
Six six six the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerize me can't avoid their eyes?
Six six six the number of the Beast
Six six six the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course

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I don't remember half the time if I'm hiding or I'm lost

You aren't going to stop Fraternization. You made that clear. I will infer that since you have never stipulated that you will stop. Its only important that I stop. Well I'm not.

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Wrong again. It's not important that you stop. It's important that you realize you are being a hypocrite.

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I'm just trying to get a better grasp of what constitutes "Completely Normal Behavior" around here. Hopefully you and Fraternal Order of Men Member Darko can assist in this quest.

Is this an example of "Completely Normal Behavior

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Saying you will stop and then continuing to reply is not normal.

12.

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Neither is this sort of behavior Fraternization. Isn't it interesting how the perceptions tend to change once you get away from the Fraternal Order of Men crowd.

Look at how a "normal poster" responds to such behavior:

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