EorayMel posted:

Is this a funny post and/or forums quote

pog boyfriend posted:

i do like the distinction of permabans being only used for people who do extremely bad things and for deceased posters with 100k hours being used for people who are no longer welcome, but as was pointed out this still allows for people to PM you weird crap. as someone who received a PM from a user who will remain anonymous talking about how they want to chain me up in their basement and milk me after the apocalypse, i can understand the desire to cut down on these sorts of PMs. but i digress.

FactsAreUseless posted:

I can guess who that is. I wish I'd saved the old pictures of them nursing me on my deathbed, that they made.

FactsAreUseless posted:

Aw hell, I'll say it: gunky junket.

FactsAreUseless posted:

I'll be honest, I basically just scrolled through them. I couldn't tell you anything about the actual text, but the pics caught my eye.

Pick posted:

the nutty lesbian cruise relationship explosion thread

Krankenstyle posted:

i think it is a good thing, for him, that Hunter is dead. i think it would kill him to see the world now, and he lived in a very lovely world.

Meinberg posted:

I'm trying to find the words to explain my experience of watching the film. It's impossible to actually describe the film, you see, for it has transcended language and understanding. Towards the end of the film, Judi Dench, who plays the queen of the cats, turns directly to the camera and sings about how we all understand cats now and don't need an interpreter anymore. But there is never any interpretation, there is only the grinding of cosmic shards against one another, there is only the sudden and bone-deep realization that we are all artificial, that reality itself simply does NOT cohere, and that we are all living paradoxes, trapped in between the emotional poles of joie de vivre, the depression of alienation, and pure, raw menace. At one point, the devil (who is a cat) drugs all of the good cats into an orgy that he might kidnap the queen of the cats. Logic and reason tear at the seems, space itself compresses into this abstract notion of distance, all touch becomes sensual, the cats frolic in the ruined remnants of a dead humanity. Characters enter the narrative, sing who they are, and then disappear. The camera doesn't care for the relationships between things, all it cares about is bodies in constant, frantic motion, always touching, always prowling, always consuming, until nothing remains but the motion itself as harbinger of days that shall never be.

anyway i give it a 7/10 would watch again

3D Megadoodoo posted:

There's no bajs involved with the runkering. It's not a fetish, just logistics; if you're going to the toilet anyway you might as well have a right proper wank on company time as well as do a poo poo. So you know if someone's Lync status is set to RuPa, you know they'll be a moment.

Zero One posted: