What would you do if the world really was going to end?
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I would fool the terrified, desperate and illogical masses that I am their saviour, and worshipping me via providing for all my needs - including bringing me the hottest chicks to fuck wildly - will save them. I will promise them unrivalled happiness, prosperity and influence or power in the world afterwards.
I'll enjoy what they give me, and even more so the bitter disappointment and shame as they realise it was all BS and the world will end none-the-less.
I'll enjoy what they give me, and even more so the bitter disappointment and shame as they realise it was all BS and the world will end none-the-less.
Marlo Manson
Hello Sexy girl how your Toes doing?
oh BTW just so there are no misunderstandings!!
NO HARD FEELINGS CHEF!! you just proved to me in our earlier encounter with one another that you can't be trusted! reasoned with or handle things in a civilized manner without publicly alerting and notifying everyone when I attempted to clear up a MISUNDERSTANDING!!
so I if you take or took offense to any of the describable words that you forced me to use to explain your actions and or character it was not in anger or angst!!
You forced me to use thorough descriptions of your actions and or character by which you displayed in regards to the race/racism thread MISUNDERSTANDING!! so having explained some of my blunt references and descriptions of your character was in no way a means to embarrass or humiliate you in any way shape, form, or fashion!! just the truth so don't worry about it!! nothing personal my friend!! :hatsoff:
Only two hours notice?
I can't do what I'd want to with that.
I guess I'll read a book.
I can't do what I'd want to with that.
I guess I'll read a book.
Probably get drunk, go find my ex and fuck her senseless, then slap her... Drink more, go to the nearest strip club, fuck any girl still working... then fuck her friend too. Rest, have another beer...
See a pattern here?
See a pattern here?
If the world was really going to end I would walk into my back yard and go inside my tool shed. Then I would uncover the secret retina scanner thats hidden behind my hedgeclippers. After scanning my eye with the retina scanner the floor of my tool shed will slide open to reveal my secret underground rocketship bunker shown here ---> http://cache.gizmodo.com/assets/resources/2007/09/Picture 74.png
After loading my rocketship with 20 years worth of nonperishable food, water, marijuana and pornography, I go back into my house and grab my girlfriend. Then we both put on our homemade G-suits in order to prevent G-force induced hypoxia during launch. Once we're dressed and ready we walk outside and say our final goodbyes to our doomed home planet, Earth. Then we go down into the bunker underneath the tool shed and board the rocketship.
The launch sequence begins. Countdown, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BLASTOFF! My homemade rocketship crashes through the wooden tool shed and rises into the air. The propellant, a combination of nitrogen tetroxide (N2O4) and hydrazine (N2H4), fires out the back of the rocket and burns everything on the ground around the launch area. Including my house and my neighbors houses. With people still inside them.
As we rise into the atmosphere I fire the rockets second stage in order to reach escape velocity, which is 11.2 km/s as calculated by the equation Ug = − Gm1m2 / r. A few seconds pass and we feel the absence of gravity. We are in space. I then set the spaceships routing computers to the coordinates of Gliese 581c, the closest Earth-like planet known to exist.
Once we are on our way we take a minute to look back at our former home, Earth, the planet where we humans evolved into what we are today. The place that we failed to protect. The only home we know. Destroyed by our own greed and indifference.
A very sad story indeed. But hey, at least we got out. (in this fantasy anyway)
After loading my rocketship with 20 years worth of nonperishable food, water, marijuana and pornography, I go back into my house and grab my girlfriend. Then we both put on our homemade G-suits in order to prevent G-force induced hypoxia during launch. Once we're dressed and ready we walk outside and say our final goodbyes to our doomed home planet, Earth. Then we go down into the bunker underneath the tool shed and board the rocketship.
The launch sequence begins. Countdown, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 BLASTOFF! My homemade rocketship crashes through the wooden tool shed and rises into the air. The propellant, a combination of nitrogen tetroxide (N2O4) and hydrazine (N2H4), fires out the back of the rocket and burns everything on the ground around the launch area. Including my house and my neighbors houses. With people still inside them.
As we rise into the atmosphere I fire the rockets second stage in order to reach escape velocity, which is 11.2 km/s as calculated by the equation Ug = − Gm1m2 / r. A few seconds pass and we feel the absence of gravity. We are in space. I then set the spaceships routing computers to the coordinates of Gliese 581c, the closest Earth-like planet known to exist.
Once we are on our way we take a minute to look back at our former home, Earth, the planet where we humans evolved into what we are today. The place that we failed to protect. The only home we know. Destroyed by our own greed and indifference.
A very sad story indeed. But hey, at least we got out. (in this fantasy anyway)
Probably get drunk, go find my ex and fuck her senseless, then slap her... Drink more, go to the nearest strip club, fuck any girl still working... then fuck her friend too. Rest, have another beer...
See a pattern here?
You maybe would be out of luck there. If the world were coming to an end, I highly doubt many strippers would bother going to work. Or hookers for that matter.
Legzman
what the fuck you lookin at?
get as much money as I could get and spend a night here:
http://www.bunnyranch.com/index1.html
http://www.bunnyranch.com/index1.html
ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
Oh for crying out loud your 2 faced ass is gonna start fuckin with me again!! just crawl back into your chefchitown hole and mind your own fuckin business and leave me the hell alone!
As far as I am concerned I've got nothing too say to your 2 faced ass!! you definitely love too instigateand then use reverse psychology to spin your immaturity to make the other person look like a fruitcake!!
you don't know shit about me, you don't understand me!! and I just as well keep it that way!!
If you must know I would kill if my family, friends, or myself were in grave danger (life or death) circumstance's!! I used to be quite the gangsta and probably would have killed somebody for lesser reasons when I was younger but I don't roll like that anymore!! I don't unlawfully or illegally carry a gun anymore!!
Although I still enjoy and legally collect guns!! if thats alright with you your highness? (god chef)
I'm sorry, could you speak into my good ear? The yelling...why? :wtf:
Are you ok? Seriously, are you?
You are the most over-reactive person I have ever come across in my lifetime. You think that I have some sort of personal vendetta with you or something to that effect, when, in all reality, it is you who are misunderstanding everything that is said, over-reacting to it like a childish bitch and then making yourself look like a so-called "fruitcake" by trying to instigate arguments with me. Trust me, if I wanted to make you look stupid I could do so...but I haven't. So, take a deep breath...relax...fondle yourself for a bit to calm down and then grow up.
I'll just continue on with my life like an adult, but, I might as well sit around and wait to see how over-reactive your next post will be in the meantime. Maybe I'll get some popcorn and get ready for a show.
PS - If you bothered to look at my post, you would notice that I even started it with...
Marlo Manson
Hello Sexy girl how your Toes doing?
I'm sorry, could you speak into my good ear? The yelling...why? :wtf:
Are you ok? Seriously, are you?
You are the most over-reactive person I have ever come across in my lifetime. You think that I have some sort of personal vendetta with you or something to that effect, when, in all reality, it is you who are misunderstanding everything that is said, over-reacting to it like a childish bitch and then making yourself look like a so-called "fruitcake" by trying to instigate arguments with me. Trust me, if I wanted to make you look stupid I could do so...but I haven't. So, take a deep breath...relax...fondle yourself for a bit to calm down and then grow up.
I'll just continue on with my life like an adult, but, I might as well sit around and wait to see how over-reactive your next post will be in the meantime. Maybe I'll get some popcorn and get ready for a show.
PS - If you bothered to look at my post, you would notice that I even started it with...
Damn your right! I don't know whats gotten into me? I am over reacting to your posts! I will try and control myself. :bowdown: :hatsoff:
Damn, I had you pegged the first time I cast judgement on you. You're whacked. Seeing you insult and cast dispersions against my good friend Chef for no good reason makes me ashamed that I once called you a friend.
I really don't keep up on this board enough. Shit just goes haywire.
ON TOPIC: If I knew the world was coming to an end, I would spend my last hours hugging and holding Becks and trying to reassure her that everything would be OK. I would hope and probably even pray that if there is a God, he would allow us to be together forever in some sort of afterlife. Just thinking about it nearly brings me to tears. Death is a thing that scares me.
ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
Aww, that's sweet. I vote this for the FreeOne's Touching Moment of the Week.
Violator79
Take a Hit, Spunker!
Yeah no shit. I'm scared to death, pun intended, about dying. But I know it's going to happen some day, but all I can do is hope and pray it won't be for a long, long time.
This reminds me of the scene in "Young Guns 2" where Billy tells Doc: "Remember the stories John used to tell us about the 3 Chinamen playing fantan? Someone runs up to them and says, "Hey, the world is coming to an end." The first one says, "Well I best go to the mission and pray." The second one says, "Well hell, I'm gonna buy me a case of Mezcal and six whores." And the third one says, "Well I shall finish the game."
Spleen
Banned?
You seem to be slightly confused. Just to clear things up;
I don't give a shit about you or anything you have to say.
But thanks for the PM anyway. Dont bother requesting my friendship again.
ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
See, I'm not scared of dying at all. Well, I take that back. I'm scared of dying, but for kind of a weird reason (maybe).
If I had no one around me, no loved ones, no parents, no friends...I wouldn't care if I died right this instant. But, since I have loved ones who are still around me, the thought of death terrifies me in a way, because if I were dead then I wouldn't be able to take care of the people I love. I wouldn't be able to give them comfort, support, money or love. Being there for the very, very, very few people who actually care about me is one of the (if not, the only) things that keeps me going each and every day. Not being able to be there for them anymore is what scares me.
bigbadbrody
Banned
if the world was going to end I wouldn't do anything different than if the world was not going to end
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