Sir Potato posted:

Sir Potato posted:

Guy Goodbody posted:

Picnic Princess posted:

This is all I do know, and need to know, about the Wiggles


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VbG51S-MX2I

Mr. Bad Guy posted:

EMERGENCY VEHICLE ACCESS would be a pretty sweet name for a metal band, tbh

Also THESE GATES

Guy Goodbody posted:

Choco1980 posted:

Is this a real, documented conversation in history? Because if so, drat...

Aramoro posted:

It's certainly well reported if not officially documented. I've seen it as

Khrushchev : "You must acknowledge that I come from the working class, while you were born to a family of the bourgeoisie."

Zhou: "Yes, but we have one thing in common. We have both betrayed our class."

But it's from a personal conversation so who knows really. There are many versions of the exact wording and given both regimes natures it's hard to know if it's true.

chitoryu12 posted:

I'm worried about how fast I spotted that.

Trig Discipline posted:

If Zhou is like most people, he actually thought of that line two days later and went "AH gently caress I SHOULD HAVE SAID WE BOTH BETRAYED OUR CLASS AAAAGGGHHH". And then since he was the Premier he made the official histories report that he actually said that.

Phanatic posted:

Severe Tire Damage is loving awesome live.

Beerdeer posted:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Severe_Tire_Damage_(album)

Trig Discipline posted:

If Zhou is like most people, he actually thought of that line two days later and went "AH gently caress I SHOULD HAVE SAID WE BOTH BETRAYED OUR CLASS AAAAGGGHHH". And then since he was the Premier he made the official histories report that he actually said that.

quote:

"Winston, you are drunk, and what’s more you are disgustingly drunk."

'My dear, you are ugly, and what’s more, you are disgustingly ugly. But tomorrow I shall be sober and you will still be disgustingly ugly.'

thatbastardken posted:

yeah it's like churchill v lady astor, sure buddy you dropped a sweet burn like


instead of making GBS threads your pants and crying because a woman was rude to you. spoilers: you weren't sober the next day, you loving lush.

thatbastardken posted:

yeah it's like churchill v lady astor, sure buddy you dropped a sweet burn like


instead of making GBS threads your pants and crying because a woman was rude to you. spoilers: you weren't sober the next day, you loving lush.

Guy Goodbody posted:

My favorite one of those obviously bullshit historical own stories is about the famously taciturn President "Silent Cal" Coolidge. At a social occasion in Washington an attractive young woman came up to him and said "I bet my friend I could get you to say more than two words" to which Coolidge wittily replied, "gently caress you"

Enola Gay-For-Pay posted:

Can confirm, TMBG is awesome live.

Data Graham posted:

I do wanna know how these people from like the 1700s actually talked, instead of the quotes attributed to them where they go off into these three- and four-level subordinate clauses full of florid adjectives that nobody can hope to follow unless they're reading it in print (and even then it's hard as gently caress).

I mean I know people weren't THAT much smarter back then than they are now. ...Were they?

Data Graham posted:

I do wanna know how these people from like the 1700s actually talked, instead of the quotes attributed to them where they go off into these three- and four-level subordinate clauses full of florid adjectives that nobody can hope to follow unless they're reading it in print (and even then it's hard as gently caress).

I mean I know people weren't THAT much smarter back then than they are now. ...Were they?

Guy Goodbody posted:

My favorite one of those obviously bullshit historical own stories is about the famously taciturn President "Silent Cal" Coolidge. At a social occasion in Washington an attractive young woman came up to him and said "I bet my friend I could get you to say more than two words" to which Coolidge wittily replied, "gently caress you"

Data Graham posted:

I do wanna know how these people from like the 1700s actually talked, instead of the quotes attributed to them where they go off into these three- and four-level subordinate clauses full of florid adjectives that nobody can hope to follow unless they're reading it in print (and even then it's hard as gently caress).

I mean I know people weren't THAT much smarter back then than they are now. ...Were they?

Flyball posted:

"You lose."

thatbastardken posted:

yeah it's like churchill v lady astor, sure buddy you dropped a sweet burn like


instead of making GBS threads your pants and crying because a woman was rude to you. spoilers: you weren't sober the next day, you loving lush.

Guy Goodbody posted:

Way more people were illiterate. So almost nothing they said or thought was recorded. And most of the poo poo that got written wasn't recorded either. Like, you watch a Ken Burns documentary where he read some beautiful letter from a Union solider and you think they were all like that, but I guarantee you most of the letters were actually like "Yo Aunt Dierde, I paid Stevey a glass of rum to write this for me, so read it to my wife cause you know she can't read too good on account of the mule hoof print in her fuckin skull. Dear my Wife Agitha; I'm covered in fleas but we stole a pig from some rear end in a top hat farmer so wese eating good at least. Don't sell the horse, don't let the baby die, and don't gently caress nobody else. Regards, your husband Brant"

Greg Giraldo posted:

Dear Marie, it is hot as gently caress out here. It is hard to fight these sand monkeys witcha balls stickin' to your legs. It is very hot and I am very sweety. It is very hot because I am in the dessert. What else was I gonna axe you? Oh yeah, don't gently caress nobody 'til I get back.

Guy Goodbody posted:

Way more people were illiterate. So almost nothing they said or thought was recorded. And most of the poo poo that got written wasn't recorded either. Like, you watch a Ken Burns documentary where he read some beautiful letter from a Union solider and you think they were all like that, but I guarantee you most of the letters were actually like "Yo Aunt Dierde, I paid Stevey a glass of rum to write this for me, so read it to my wife cause you know she can't read too good on account of the mule hoof print in her fuckin skull. Dear my Wife Agitha; I'm covered in fleas but we stole a pig from some rear end in a top hat farmer so wese eating good at least. Don't sell the horse, don't let the baby die, and don't gently caress nobody else. Regards, your husband Brant"

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Dot told me how up set you were when she told you she wanted to study music, I realy don’t quite understand why you feel as you do Otis, I thought you would be pleased. it isnt anything new she has allways wanted to study music every since she was a little girl, but we were never able to let her, then after she met you Otis she kind of forgot it for a while, now that you have been gone for so long the, desire came back. More as an outlet for her loneleness than any thig else. she was in a tearable state of mind and health, for so long, that I was worried nearly to death about her, so when she came out her where there was such grand opportunitys for her to study, I incouraged her to take up music again, I don’t belive you would have wanted her to become a nervous wreck, and that is what she was fast becoming.

surly you don’t want that, she is so much better health now both in mind & body. beleve me you are a most lucky man Otis to have only music as a rivel, that is more than most men, or a lot any way can say, of there wifes they left over here.

Data Graham posted:

^^ That still reads way better than ~70% of facebook posts.

Data Graham posted:

^^ That still reads way better than ~70% of facebook posts.

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We returned to our rooms, rested a while, had supper and went to the Folies Bergere”. It is a rather famous place of which you have probably heard. The show consisted of a number of Vaudeville acts, interspersed with dance routines and songs.

There were probably some risqué jokes told but they were in French so my morals were not in any way offended. There were some very sinuous, suggestive dances and a skit in which the husband was attempting to seduce the maid. Aside from this, and the fact that the women (part of them) were completely bare-chested, instead of having a piece of material the size of a postage-stamp covering the nipples as they would in the U.S., there was only one thing remarkable about the show. That was the costumes and scenery.

In several scenes they achieved the illusion of depth, or a third dimension, to such an extent that one could scarcely believe that he was not seeing far beyond the confines of the small stage. The beauty of it made one gasp. The costumes were enough to send a Hollywood Press Agent into a dither, trying to find new adjectives. The lack of costume was enough to send me into a dither, wanting to get home to my wife for some real loving. I’m hurtin!

After the show, Lt. Martin (the only other officer from the outfit who came with me) took off to spend the night with one of the Parisian Mademoiselles. Capt. Kendahl, a new acquaintance of mine, and I returned to our rooms. He is being true to a Fiancée in Cal. And I’m being true to someone I’m no longer sure of. About 90% of the women of Paris can be had, for prices ranging from a few chocolate bars & cigarettes to $40.00 a night. I’m not having any, despite the fact that the physical urge is very strong. There are two reasons for this: (1) I love you. (2) I don’t believe in sexual intercourse without love.

These are my convictions now but they may change. This feeling of insecurity in our marriage and the fact that you seem to be determined to have a “career” and to hell with June and myself is making me very bitter and irrational.

It’s difficult for me to write about it because I know you aren’t to blame, yet I feel like saying a lot of harsh things I would probably regret. This glamor-struck idea of yours is typical of most 17 year old girls but women of 25 seldom give in to it.

Trig Discipline posted:

Yeah I'm really glad there weren't any letters like that in there.

Samuringa posted:

To NORA
Dublin 8 December 1909

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being hosed arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I hosed you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest loving I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, loving in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every gently caress I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger gently caress than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I hosed them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to gently caress a farting woman when every gently caress drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your oval office, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore's glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover's fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling's oval office. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your oval office is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

http://www.arbuturian.com/culture/james-joyce posted:

When an earnest, bookish young man travelled all the way to Zurich and met James Joyce, one of the greatest writers not only of his age but of all time, he asked: “May I kiss the hand that wrote Ulysses?”

Joyce, with his quickstep humour that he was known to wield like a broadsword, replied curtly. “No—” he barked, or perhaps mewed in his Irish lilt, “it did lots of other things too.”

Pakled posted:

They were probably too self-conscious about them getting read by wartime censors.