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Number of times I have walked in on my parents looking at porn today: 4 Edit: Every night before I go to bed, I drink a glass of water or a diet soda (I don't want to pack on any unnecessary calories before sleepy time tea) so I can take a really nice, long, satisfying piss as soon as I wake up.

I could post like 50 examples otherwise, but I have to go wash the marker off my chest.

William Blake was pretty much the quintessential "Romantic" poet. He wrote poems describing the inherent beauty and innocence in things like children and nature, and then lamented over society's ruin of those things. His two favorite motifs are the lamb and the child. He ultimately said that children and lambs and shit like that were the most pure, beautiful, and perfect things on God's green Earth; free of corruption, white soul, what have you. Here's "The Chimney Sweeper" When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!" So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curl'd llke a lamb's back. was shav'd: so I said "Hush. Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet & that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned or Jack. Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black. And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he open'd the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, And wash in a river. and shine in the Sun. Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark. And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.

See what I mean? You're William Blake's ideal child.

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THEN THIS HAPPENED

I just wrote "MILKY" with my calligraphy pen on my chest to see how well it would show. It washed off with spit on my hand, but now i have a big red mark on my chest that says MILKY

This movie's going to be awesome, except for 50 Cent. Why.

this shit is ballin!

I guess that makes me a fast reader too. I read it on the .PDF file. 600 pages or so. It was just a pretty easy read.

So the book God Is Not Great is under peer review on myspace. The boards have practically been flooded with piece of shit comments on both sides, and it's kind of ridiculous. Here's just one of the comments: His myspace is myspace.com/white_people_having_fun Oh, I posted a review too. I think it pretty equally weighed both ends of the argument. I didn't take sides, and I said that it looked like an interesting book. "Wes" sent me a message about it. My response: His response:

"Having sex doesn't show that a boy is masculine or that a girl is popular." Fucking propoganda

I heard "Party Hard" by Andrew WK

I don't see the problem

I really don't understand how this requires a transfer of power.

Great Zombie Jesus!

Block your number by dialing *67 before it.

Let's just face it. Shooting games are infinitely better on the wii. It was the first thing I thought when they announced the Wii-mote. Now, they're still pretty fun, but once the wii zapper comes out, you might as well just lock yourself in your room because you'll never come out.

Are you fucking kidding me? If you smoked a bowl of that shit you would die. Literally. It would probably be like how being in a coma feels like.

I just finished. It was pretty good, the whole was labyrinthine and confusing. It felt contrived, but I pretty much expected it (spoilers or not).

I think Amnesia is the child that William Blake dedicated many of his poems to.

Found it. Go pirate bay!

Eh, I'll find it somewhere.