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|Dog to cat: 'Fuck you, cat'|
Dogs are awesome. Tuxedo cats are the only good cats. They have all kinds of love like dogs do but they have the intelligence of cats. They still murder your house plants, you'd probably need to get them some cat grass or something.
|TWIZTID LEFT PSYCHOPATHIC RECORDS????? WHY???|
You ever wonder if they just keep making shit because they're afraid of what their fans will do to them if they stop?
|Congo kids amazed/terrified by giant hairy white man|
Future beard enviers.
|Mike Adamle's Freudian Slip.|
He handled it like a champ.
|The Psychology of Belief - Are the Religious Less Intelligent?|
Agnostics, to me, (and I could be wrong) are like those people who don't want to believe that .999... = 1.
They don't believe in any gods or magic or ghosts ON THIS PLANET and even though they tend to agree that our spot in the universe is pretty much like every other spot in the universe, they don't want to rule out the possibility that those things might exist somewhere out there.
If they met something that called itself the supreme god, though, they would doubt that being's supremeness and wonder if there wasn't some other, more supreme being somewhere out there. That doubt would persist no matter what they came across, no matter what torments they were threatened with. Their thoughts would always have that nagging wonder, and even if they were shown all the multiverse, they'd wonder if some other antpile of universes exist somewhere else beyond the perception of the supremest being they know.
You have to wonder how many religions there are out there in the Universe right now. How many trillions of gods and goddesses exist in the minds of self-aware organisms, in all kinds of forms too horrible for us to imagine. I wonder how many of those gods are the "one true god" to some intelligent species.
Anything we can dream up to believe in on this Earth is blasphemy to aliens somewhere, and most anything aliens choose to worship would be considered blasphemy to the religious people here on earth.
If you can admit that maybe humans aren't all that special in the universe, that there's no god watching you jerk off in the shower, that we're all here pretty much by accident and that maybe we should focus less on the bleak nothing of death and the absurd cruelty of knowing we can't avoid it and, instead, realize the meaninglessless of our lives is in itself meaningless and thus worry more about how to spend the limited time we've got, then you're an atheist. Come out of the closet already.
|A New Pope|
So he's the guy who injects himself with venom in the Vice video?
|Graphical evolution of First Person Shooters: 1992-2012|
No Goldeneye. One star.
|Stephen Fry hangs out with woman with awesome case of Tourette's Syndrome|
"I wuv you my wittle fuckbiscuit."
|Pony Fantasy 6|
do they swap out Ultros for Sleipnir?
|NMATV Covers the PS4 launch: Actually Good Edition|
I'm going to leave 3D renderings of giant wangs out in public for all to see.
|Manfucturing Consent - Noam Chomsky (1992)|
Phillip Sixes. Eh, not bad.
|Moon Crystal Power, Make Up!|
Right on, man. Whatever keeps you off the drugs.
|WAC News #2|
You know it's... cold in some places. There's this thing they call Winter going on right now. Maybe his mom made him that cap.
Nah, rip into him, I don't care.
I'm voting for the soil chef. It's something Tony Bourdain will probably be promoting next.
|Aliens: Colonial Marines - 'Gameplay' Demo vs. The Final product|
That's terrible. I wasn't going to get this game but I feel sorry for the ones who did. They were severely ripped off.
|Is Futurama the Best Argument for Transhumanism?|
Well, I can speak, I think for some old timers I used to know.
My granddad used to have arthritis so bad he wished he could just chop his leg off and get a new one. Had he lived far into the future, they could have made that happen. I might end up with the same kind of problems he had, after all, we were related, so maybe I'll want to go Borg at some point to relieve my suffering.
It'd probably stabilize out to feeling 'normal' after a while, but being free from any suffering and returning to normal is all you want when you're suffering. Like when you have a cold or flu, or a terrible headache.
I'd go so far as to say we even take normality for granted in the absence of suffering.
|Fifty Shades of Grey|
I think I might have found a new line of work.
"Listen here, bitch," he said, in that dreamy accent of his, "this is a motherfucking Dremel."
I paused, and stared at him like I was confused. I was.
"I'm not surprised you don't know what this is. Something about women, they just fear power tools, unless they're some kind of lesbian or some shit. Then they're all over it like syrup on pancakes. Tuna pancakes. Fucking dykes." His command of metaphors left something to be desired. Or was it a simile? I get those two confused a lot.
"Bitch, are you paying attention?" He said, demonstrating an eery preternatural proficiency. It's like he just knows what I'm thinking sometimes.
"Pfft. There you go again. Anyway, you got a dildo collection, right?"
"No", I replied. "I don't have a ... uh... 'collection', as it were."
"Are you fucking serious?", he spat. I was hurt. "You mean to tell me you don't have any dildos?"
"Well I have a dildo -" I started, before he cut me off.
"Then why are you bullshittin' me? Get your fucking dildo and bring your ass back here! I'm about to make some magic happen. And hurry the fuck up!"
I ran to my dresser drawer as fast as I could, dodging the empty beer bottle he lobbed at my head when he told me to hurry up. I dug past my underwear and reached in to pull out a locked box. It looked old and kind of moldy.
"Man, what the fuck is taking so long?" I felt rushed, but also slightly more aroused than I previously was. There's just something about the neighbors hearing him yell at me, through the paper-thin walls of our apartment complex, that really got my engine, uh, whatever engines do.
"I can't find the key, sweetie!"
"You can't find the key? What the fuck? How fucking big is this dildo anyway? What do you use a fucking lawnmower and shit? You going to cut some *grass* in this motherfucker? Do I have to go to the store to get some damn gas or what? Maaaan I'm the fuck out of here."
|Ray Kurzweil and the Singularity - Lew Keilar |
Hey, man, don't poop on my dreams. If I can't imagine that some day I'll download my mind into objects and become a cyborg Ent or sentient space ship, then there's no reason to live.
|Sexy Toyota Commercial|
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|Key & Peele: Liam Neesons and Bruce Willy|
No love for Rob Roy?
|Recovering My Religion|
Andy Rehfeldt, right? He does some bomb ass versions of songs.
"I Got A Feeling" Psycho Version (with a bit of Freebird thrown in at the end)
Beyonce's "Halo" Metal Version
Slipknot's (who gives a crap what it is) Radio Disney Version, complete with angry fan comments
Bee Gees "How Deep Is Your Love" Death Metal Version
Metallica's "Enter Sandman" Smooth Jazz Version
Seriously, the Metallica one almost sounds like something Richard Cheese would do.
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