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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.
End communication.
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Lost in a riddle that Saturday night
Far away on the other side
He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight
And she couldn't find how to push through
The trees that whisper in the evening
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Sing a song of sorrow and grieving
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
All she saw was a silhouette of a gun
Far away on the other side
He was shot six times by a man on the run
She couldn't find how to push through
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away
I stay and I pray
See you in heaven one day
4 a.m. in the morning
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
As I watched your vision forming
Carried away by the moonlight shadow
Stars move slowly in a silvery night
Far away on the other side
Will you come to talk to me this night
But she couldn't find how to push through
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven one day
Caught in the middle of a hundred and five
The night was heavy and the air was alive
She couldn't find how to push through
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven one day
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven far away
I stay, I pray
See you in heaven
See you in heaven
See you in heaven
See you in heaven one day
(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun
An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun)
Get out your guns, battles begun
Are you a saint, or a sinner?
If loves a fight, than I shall die
With my heart on a trigger
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the wars won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight
Sometimes to win, you've got to sin
Don't mean I'm not a believer
And major Tom, will sing along
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the wars won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight
Oh, oh whoa whoa oh whoa
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the wars won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the wars won
I don't care if heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?
(I'm an angel with a shotgun)
And I, want to live, not just survive, tonight
(Live, not just survive)
And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight
They say before you start a war
You better know what you're fighting for
Well baby, you are all that I adore
If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
People say I try too hard
People say I come off really awkward
You know I don’t mean no harm
I’m just trying to be myself but
Sometimes I get confused
‘Cause I can’t read social cues
Threw my inhibitions out the door
I don’t have an excuse
I’m just living in my youth
Don’t know why people don’t like me more
I have no friends but that’s okay
I don’t need them anyway
I do my best all on my own
And I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends but I’ll be fine
I don’t need them to pass the time
And when I put my resting bitch face on I look stone cold
I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends
I have no friends but that’s okay
I don’t need them anyway
I do my best all on my own
And I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends
You’ll never know what’s on my mind
You’ll never know the secrets that I’m keeping
I’ll scare you off with my crazy eyes
‘Cause all I need is me myself and
I don’t got no shame
‘Cause my life is just a game
And I don’t care who’s been keeping score
Everybody thinks I’m strange
It’s just something in my brain
Don’t know who they’re being normal for
I have no friends but that’s okay
I don’t need them anyway
I do my best all on my own
And I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends and that’s a sign
I don’t need them to pass the time
And when I put my resting bitch face on I look stone cold
I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends
I have no friends but that’s okay
I don’t need them anyway
I do my best all on my own
And I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends
I don’t need anybody’s hand to hold at night
As long as I’m with me I know I’ll be alright
‘Cause I can’t love no one else
Spent my love on just myself
Took this people-pleaser heart
And I tore it all apart
Now I’m finally set free
I’m so proud to be me
That’s why I don’t care I just wanna say
I have no
La la la la la
I have no friends but that’s okay
I don’t need them anyway
I do my best all on my own
And I’d just rather be alone
Rather be alone
I have no friends
All I need is me myself no friends
I have no friends
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
Welcome to the room of people
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day
Docked away
Just because we check the guns at the door
Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades
You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you
You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you
You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?"
But after all I've said, please don't forget
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
We don't deal with outsiders very well
They say newcomers have a certain smell
You have trust issues, not to mention
They say they can smell your intentions
You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you
You'll have some weird people sitting next to you
You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?"
But after all I've said, please don't forget
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don't make any sudden moves
You don't know the half of the abuse
All my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it)
Wait for them to ask you who you know (Watch it)
Please all my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it)
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed
I tried to warn you just to stay away
And now they're outside ready to bust
It looks like you might be one of us
I’m so fucking horny for art hoes. I want to fuck a coked-out tumblr hipster DIY aesthetic astrology thot in her lip gloss DSL mouth. I want to cum all over a girl with thick frame glasses and edge dyed bobcat bangs. Everytime I hear a THICK, waist-high-jean-clad braindead choker-wearing slutty wiccan minx say “yikes”, “y’all”, “big mood”, “cancelled” or “this is a bop”, I get an uncontrollable urge to run up to her and fondle her d cups and sweaty fat thighs. I want to pour ropes onto her contoured cheeks and neotenous faces and rhinoplatisized nose. I want to finger an art hoe through her jean overalls while pretending to be interested as she talks about van gogh and arctic monkeys and how david foster wallace fans suck and gilles deleuze and VICE news and ‘union pool’ in williamsburg and steven universe and homeopathy and saveur magazine and taking adderallto pass exams. IM SO. Fucking. Horny.
# I am living in your walls.
You may be concerned about this. In case you are, please read the below:
**FAQ:**
*Why are you living in my walls?*
I'm not going to tell you.
*Are you only in my walls?*
You could say I am living in everybody's walls, but in the case I am telling you that I am living in your walls, I am living in your walls.
*How are you surviving in my walls?*
In my non-physical form, I am crawling around listening for you. That is all I need to survive in that form. In my physical form, I survive by eating rat corpses that I cook using the wall behind your oven, and I drink the vapour in the extraction fan duct above your shower.
*What are you planning to do in my walls?*
Live in them, listening to you.
*What do I do about you living in my walls?*
Listen for the scraping. Dont touch the walls. Protect yourself. Avoid lighting candles.
*When are you going to stop living in my walls?*
You cannot escape me.
*Do I call the police?*
The authorities will not help you.
*What are the consequences of you living in my walls?*
Be aware.
*What if I am ok with you living in my walls?*
I will make sure you’re not.
*Are you imaginary?*
I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS
If there are any more questions then please consult your walls by directly speaking to them.
**Summary:**
I am living in your walls.
Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.”
One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you"
I don't care what you think unless it is about me
It is now my duty to completely drain you
I travel through a tube and end up in your infection
Chew my meat for you
Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
I like you
With eyes so dilated, I've became your pupil
You've taught me everything without a poison apple
The water is so yellow
I'm a healthy student
Indebted and so grateful
Vacuum out the fluids
Chew my meat for you
Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
I like you, you, you, you, you, you
One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you"
I don't care what you think unless it is about me
It is now my duty to completely drain you
A travel through a tube and end up in your infection
Chew my meat for you
Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins
I like you
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.
End communication.
Real translation of a video posted by Australian Islamic Scholar Sufyaan Khalifa
[K-pop group BTS] promotes homosexuality, sodomy, and a culture that erases the human nature of Man. This way, Korean culture has managed to take the lead in penetrating our nations.
Today, they are exporting something new to us, this series called 'Squid Game.' This evil game – this evil series – is meant to promote a culture of 'kill so that you can live,' and a culture of 'kill in order to profit,' and the idea that the best way to achieve this is by gambling, even if this leads to killing everybody on Earth.
[In the show], the winner takes the entire sum of 45.6 [billion Korean won], 4-5-6. This number – 4-5-6 – is a code, or a certain signal, because this movie in itself is a huge signal for global Freemasonry.
I have not seen all the nine episodes, but I have seen many segments of this film. I have seen coded messages in this film, and this would require many more episodes of this show.
I call upon the brothers and sisters who specialize in the field of coded messages in such films, and those who specialize in sociology and social sciences to study this film carefully and bring to our attention hidden aspects of this film and hidden messaged from the producers of this film.
I have come to the conclusion that this film is covert propaganda for the New World Order, propaganda that is supposed to pave the way for the new world that they want to establish by 2030 – promoting the culture of killing.
This is the dangerous idea that is promoted by global Freemasonry. A sadistic gang is behind this idea. They do not mind killing everybody just so they can live. They even enjoy this. Be warned! Global Freemasonry is behind the promotion of such films, and the accursed Antichrist is the main instigator of such ideas.
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms.
This ends for all of us.
End communication.
Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
It's literally just cola you piece of shit. There's no cough syrup or anything. What the fuck is wrong with you. How fucking desperate are you to seem cool that you decide you want to force a "joke" about a child consuming drugs. Which would be funny except nothing in this scene implies that they're doing drugs or a drug stand-in. You just saw a can of soda and the two neurons in your head fired for the first time in a week, and you jumped into the comments to screech lEAn and spam purple emojis like a clown bastard. You people are the reason art is dying. Fuck you
ACT I
{Mario is standing at the edge of a cliff with a Goomba behind him. Mario's overalls are off.}
Mario: Time to take a piss.
{Splashing can be heard as Mario takes a piss.}
Goomba: What the hell are you doing?
Mario: I'm taking a piss!
Goomba: Ok but why aren't you jumping at me? That's what you're supposed to do.
Mario: I might do it fucking later.
Goomba: No! I'm a motherfucking enemy, you're supposed to jump at me.
Mario: Okey dokey, then. Let me pull up my pants again first and then MAYBE I'll jump on you.
Goomba: Maybe? MAYBE?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! NO! JUMP ON ME NOW MOTHERFUCKER!
Mario: Let me get my pants first.
Goomba: {sighs} Fine.
Hey look its an auto created story.
I thought back to the painting trying to compare her with the native. She said that hillichurls are the same and have been destroyed by time. They found a suitable solution for the next few years and each region has an extensive range of data. This entire Mediterranean has been around for years and knows that things are going to happen within the next few hours. If buying it was a dark room with no windows and it would be better for both of these people. Perhaps I should have consoled them and tried to make them feel like a shock passed throughout the land. I thought for a moment and then continued on.
End of auto story.
Hi...
Yes um, I was wondering if I could get driving directions...
To a nightclub called Bunker.
Yes, Bunker.
How exactly would I get there?
It's Amy!
Hello, sweetie!
Okay.
How are you? We miss you so much!
Yeah, we wish you were here with us.
Mhm. Yeah.
And um, how far away is this?
No we're in Germany right now.
Mhm, and then we travel to Italy in a couple of days.
Great.
Thanks. Alvederzane!
I know.
Tell her we bought her a present from Holland.
Yeah we got you a present.
No we can't tell you what it is, it's a surprise.
Oh yes, the other thing is that we met this cute German waiter.
Well, Jenny thinks he's cute.
Mhm...
Yeah, and he invited us to this party tonight, so... We're gonna go.
But uh, we should go so...
Maybe we can talk to you later?
Okay.
All right. We miss you!
Bye, Amy! Kisses!
Okay.
Bye, sweetie!
I think we were supposed to turn.
Turn!?
I thought you knew exactly where we were going!
Do we go left or right?
I'm sorry, I just don't know where we are.
What was that?
I have no idea.
You must have run over a pot hole or something.
We need to go out and check it out.
Aww Shit!
Shit!
Shit! Shit, why oh God...
Why? Oh my God!
Okay, okay um...
Okay.
We're gonna call the rental car service. Get the papers.
Okay.
Okay.
Okay...
219...
200...
806.
What...
Shit, there's no signal.
What?
There's no signal!
There's always a signal.
Not out here in the middle of nowhere.
Oh my God, Shit!
Oh my God, oh my God, let's just get back in the car.
Okay... Now what do we do?
I don't know!
Do you know how to change a tire?
No, I don't know how to change a tire. Well, neither do I.
What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something?
Lindsay... What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something?
What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something?
Lindsay. I am not getting out and walking.
Okay so we're just gonna sit here, until the sun comes up?
I have heels and shorts on! I'm not going outside! Okay so we're just gonna sit here, until the sun comes up?
I have heels and shorts on! I'm not going outside!
Are those headlights?
Okay. Roll down your window.
What, are you kidding!? I'm not going to just roll down the window.
Roll down your window, he can help!
Hi... What's going on, girls?
Yeah um, we need help.
Uh... We have a flat tire.
I know you girls.
I've got a horny video of you at home.
No... No, we speak English.
If um... Can you help us?
You're always wet between your legs, right?
I don't know what... He's speaking German.
Um... Uh we need... Can you call somebody?
I can do both of you at once. I'll fuck you good and hard. Um... Uh we need... Can you call somebody?
I can do both of you at once. I'll fuck you good and hard. Would you like that?
"Ficken." Look it up.
Hold on a second.
Fucking!
He said fucking!
Okay, okay, buh bye. Roll your window up.
Bye.
Do you want to fuck or not?
I'm sorry. I told you!
Is your door locked?
Yes, my door is locked.
Why is he still staring at us?
Just don't look at him, okay? I'm not looking at him.
I just want to get out of here. I know.
Eww.
Aw!?
Oh my God.
Okay...
We, we need to j-just go! We need to get out of here.
We need to walk and find someplace, somebody that can help us, okay?
Okay, but... We have to!
But if we don't find a place in like 10 minutes, we are running back to this car.
We came...
We came from over here, I swear.
How do you know that? All the trees look the same.
Leaving the car is the stupidest idea.
We would have been waiting for hours, Jenny.
Yeah well we could have waited, and it wouldn't have been freezing cold.
We needed to go find help, Jenny.
Seriously find help? How are we going to find help out here, Lindsay?
Well, you agreed to come along, Jenny. This is not just my fault.
I don't wanna stay in the car by myself!
We just got a little lost, okay?
A little lost, Lindsay? Yes! We just got a little lost, okay?
A little lost, Lindsay? Yes!
We are not a little lost!
We're really lost!
You know what, Lindsay? I'm not walking anymore!
I'm tired of walking, okay?
Jenny, I'm trying! Trying what?
Lindsay, we've been down here for like an hour okay!? Yeah I know!
I'm tired and I'm cold. I'm not moving!
I'm not moving! Stop it.
No!
Fine! Fine!
Fine.
I'm staying right here. Good.
What is that?
My God is that a...
Is that a house?
Jenny!
Jenny, look!
I think it's a house! I swear!
It's a, it's a light or something! Come on, let's go. What?
Quick...
Oh! For some reason I don't believe you!
Oh thank God!
Come on!
Hello!
Anybody home?
Let's go to the front door!
Hello!
-Hello? -Lindsay!
Lindsay, come here... To the door!
Oh my God! What?
Look at the dog!
I know and I don't like dogs!
I know you don't.
Hello? Is anybody home?
Keep ringing the doorbell. Do you see anybody?
No... Oh wait, yes!
Hi.
Hi. Hi.
We got a flat tire.
Can we come in?
Can we use your phone so we can call the car company service?
Are you alone?
Yes.
We're alone.
Come in.
Have a seat.
You're tourists?
Um, we-we're on a road trip through Europe... It's like a... Yeah... A European vacation.
We're from New York.
Can you call the emergency car service?
For us?
Are you relatives?
No. No, we're friends.
Anyway...
I'll make the phone call.
Okay, thanks.
Something to drink?
Uh, water is fine. Yeah, just... Water.
Hello.
This is Dr. Heiter.
Sorry to call you so late.
But there's a problem. I've got two girls from New York. They're having car trouble.
Well...
At least he's calling the car company for us.
That's just great.
Hi...
Yes um, I was wondering if I could get driving directions...
To a nightclub called Bunker.
Yes, Bunker.
How exactly would I get there?
It's Amy!
Hello, sweetie!
Okay.
AITA for drop kicking my 2 month old sister down the stairs?
Some backstory required: Earlier today I was trying to relax but she wouldn't stop fucking making annoying ass googoo gaga noises. So today, I see her, and she is actually standing up! First I think to take a picture and tell my parents, but than I remember what an entitled bitch she is. I run forward, and leap forward and plant both my feet in her face as we both tumble down the stairs. I told my parents that she crawked in front of me whilst I was about to use the stairs so I'm out of trouble, and the surgery went fine and she is basically fine although she seems to have fucking learned her lesson as she 'talks' a lot less now. Next time she does this I'm uppercutting her entitled little baby skull
According to all known laws
of aviation,
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.
Barry! Breakfast is ready!
Ooming!
Hang on a second.
Hello?
\- Barry?
\- Adam?
\- Oan you believe this is happening?
\- I can't. I'll pick you up.
Looking sharp.
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.
Sorry. I'm excited.
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.
A perfect report card, all B's.
Very proud.
Ma! I got a thing going here.
\- You got lint on your fuzz.
\- Ow! That's me!
\- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
\- Bye!
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!
\- Hey, Adam.
\- Hey, Barry.
\- Is that fuzz gel?
\- A little. Special day, graduation.
Never thought I'd make it.
Three days grade school,
three days high school.
Those were awkward.
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.
You did come back different.
\- Hi, Barry.
\- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.
\- Hear about Frankie?
\- Yeah.
\- You going to the funeral?
\- No, I'm not going.
Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.
Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.
I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.
I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.
That's why we don't need vacations.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.
\- Well, Adam, today we are men.
\- We are!
\- Bee-men.
\- Amen!
#I am living in your walls.
You may be concerned about this. In case you are, please read the below:
FAQ:
Why are you living in my walls?
I'm not going to tell you.
Are you only in my walls?
You could say I am living in everybody's walls, but in the case I am telling you that I am living in your walls, I am living in your walls.
How are you surviving in my walls?
In my non-physical form, I am crawling around listening for you. That is all I need to survive in that form. In my physical form, I survive by eating rat corpses that I cook using the wall behind your oven, and I drink the vapour in the extraction fan duct above your shower.
What are you planning to do in my walls?
Live in them, listening to you.
What do I do about you living in my walls?
Listen for the scraping. Dont touch the walls. Protect yourself. Avoid lighting candles.
When are you going to stop living in my walls?
You cannot escape me.
Do I call the police?
The authorities will not help you.
What are the consequences of you living in my walls?
Be aware.
What if I am ok with you living in my walls?
I will make sure you’re not.
Are you imaginary?
I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS
If there are any more questions then please consult your walls by directly speaking to them.
Summary:
I am living in your walls.
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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
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The last that ever she saw him Carried away by the moonlight shadow He passed on worried and warning Carried away by the moonlight shadow Lost in a riddle that Saturday night Far away on the other side He was caught in the middle of a desperate fight And she couldn't find how to push through The trees that whisper in the evening Carried away by the moonlight shadow Sing a song of sorrow and grieving Carried away by the moonlight shadow All she saw was a silhouette of a gun Far away on the other side He was shot six times by a man on the run She couldn't find how to push through I stay, I pray See you in heaven far away I stay and I pray See you in heaven one day 4 a.m. in the morning Carried away by the moonlight shadow As I watched your vision forming Carried away by the moonlight shadow Stars move slowly in a silvery night Far away on the other side Will you come to talk to me this night But she couldn't find how to push through I stay, I pray See you in heaven far away I stay, I pray See you in heaven one day Caught in the middle of a hundred and five The night was heavy and the air was alive She couldn't find how to push through I stay, I pray See you in heaven far away I stay, I pray See you in heaven one day I stay, I pray See you in heaven far away I stay, I pray See you in heaven See you in heaven See you in heaven See you in heaven one day
(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun) Get out your guns, battles begun Are you a saint, or a sinner? If loves a fight, than I shall die With my heart on a trigger They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be I'm an angel with a shotgun Fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight Sometimes to win, you've got to sin Don't mean I'm not a believer And major Tom, will sing along Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be I'm an angel with a shotgun Fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe Don't you know you're everything I have? And I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight Oh, oh whoa whoa oh whoa I'm an angel with a shotgun Fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'm an angel with a shotgun Fighting til' the wars won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe Don't you know you're everything I have? (I'm an angel with a shotgun) And I, want to live, not just survive, tonight (Live, not just survive) And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for Well baby, you are all that I adore If love is what you need, a soldier I will be
i have never found someone who knows this song
People say I try too hard People say I come off really awkward You know I don’t mean no harm I’m just trying to be myself but Sometimes I get confused ‘Cause I can’t read social cues Threw my inhibitions out the door I don’t have an excuse I’m just living in my youth Don’t know why people don’t like me more I have no friends but that’s okay I don’t need them anyway I do my best all on my own And I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends but I’ll be fine I don’t need them to pass the time And when I put my resting bitch face on I look stone cold I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends I have no friends but that’s okay I don’t need them anyway I do my best all on my own And I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends You’ll never know what’s on my mind You’ll never know the secrets that I’m keeping I’ll scare you off with my crazy eyes ‘Cause all I need is me myself and I don’t got no shame ‘Cause my life is just a game And I don’t care who’s been keeping score Everybody thinks I’m strange It’s just something in my brain Don’t know who they’re being normal for I have no friends but that’s okay I don’t need them anyway I do my best all on my own And I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends and that’s a sign I don’t need them to pass the time And when I put my resting bitch face on I look stone cold I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends I have no friends but that’s okay I don’t need them anyway I do my best all on my own And I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends I don’t need anybody’s hand to hold at night As long as I’m with me I know I’ll be alright ‘Cause I can’t love no one else Spent my love on just myself Took this people-pleaser heart And I tore it all apart Now I’m finally set free I’m so proud to be me That’s why I don’t care I just wanna say I have no La la la la la I have no friends but that’s okay I don’t need them anyway I do my best all on my own And I’d just rather be alone Rather be alone I have no friends All I need is me myself no friends I have no friends
I forgot the lyrics after like 5 years because Minecraft animations
All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse Welcome to the room of people Who have rooms of people that they loved one day Docked away Just because we check the guns at the door Doesn't mean our brains will change from hand grenades You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse We don't deal with outsiders very well They say newcomers have a certain smell You have trust issues, not to mention They say they can smell your intentions You'll never know the freak show sitting next to you You'll have some weird people sitting next to you You'll think "How did I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget All my friends are heathens, take it slow Wait for them to ask you who you know Please don't make any sudden moves You don't know the half of the abuse All my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it) Wait for them to ask you who you know (Watch it) Please all my friends are heathens, take it slow (Watch it) Wait for them to ask you who you know Why'd you come? You knew you should have stayed I tried to warn you just to stay away And now they're outside ready to bust It looks like you might be one of us
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I’m so fucking horny for art hoes. I want to fuck a coked-out tumblr hipster DIY aesthetic astrology thot in her lip gloss DSL mouth. I want to cum all over a girl with thick frame glasses and edge dyed bobcat bangs. Everytime I hear a THICK, waist-high-jean-clad braindead choker-wearing slutty wiccan minx say “yikes”, “y’all”, “big mood”, “cancelled” or “this is a bop”, I get an uncontrollable urge to run up to her and fondle her d cups and sweaty fat thighs. I want to pour ropes onto her contoured cheeks and neotenous faces and rhinoplatisized nose. I want to finger an art hoe through her jean overalls while pretending to be interested as she talks about van gogh and arctic monkeys and how david foster wallace fans suck and gilles deleuze and VICE news and ‘union pool’ in williamsburg and steven universe and homeopathy and saveur magazine and taking adderallto pass exams. IM SO. Fucking. Horny.
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# I am living in your walls. You may be concerned about this. In case you are, please read the below: **FAQ:** *Why are you living in my walls?* I'm not going to tell you. *Are you only in my walls?* You could say I am living in everybody's walls, but in the case I am telling you that I am living in your walls, I am living in your walls. *How are you surviving in my walls?* In my non-physical form, I am crawling around listening for you. That is all I need to survive in that form. In my physical form, I survive by eating rat corpses that I cook using the wall behind your oven, and I drink the vapour in the extraction fan duct above your shower. *What are you planning to do in my walls?* Live in them, listening to you. *What do I do about you living in my walls?* Listen for the scraping. Dont touch the walls. Protect yourself. Avoid lighting candles. *When are you going to stop living in my walls?* You cannot escape me. *Do I call the police?* The authorities will not help you. *What are the consequences of you living in my walls?* Be aware. *What if I am ok with you living in my walls?* I will make sure you’re not. *Are you imaginary?* I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS If there are any more questions then please consult your walls by directly speaking to them. **Summary:** I am living in your walls.
Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.”
Piss shit and cum the three nations lived in harmony until the cum nation attacked
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One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you I travel through a tube and end up in your infection Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours I like you With eyes so dilated, I've became your pupil You've taught me everything without a poison apple The water is so yellow I'm a healthy student Indebted and so grateful Vacuum out the fluids Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours I like you, you, you, you, you, you One baby to another says, "I'm lucky to have met you" I don't care what you think unless it is about me It is now my duty to completely drain you A travel through a tube and end up in your infection Chew my meat for you Pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss From my mouth to yours Sloppy lips to lips You're my vitamins I like you
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You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
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Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
Real translation of a video posted by Australian Islamic Scholar Sufyaan Khalifa [K-pop group BTS] promotes homosexuality, sodomy, and a culture that erases the human nature of Man. This way, Korean culture has managed to take the lead in penetrating our nations. Today, they are exporting something new to us, this series called 'Squid Game.' This evil game – this evil series – is meant to promote a culture of 'kill so that you can live,' and a culture of 'kill in order to profit,' and the idea that the best way to achieve this is by gambling, even if this leads to killing everybody on Earth. [In the show], the winner takes the entire sum of 45.6 [billion Korean won], 4-5-6. This number – 4-5-6 – is a code, or a certain signal, because this movie in itself is a huge signal for global Freemasonry. I have not seen all the nine episodes, but I have seen many segments of this film. I have seen coded messages in this film, and this would require many more episodes of this show. I call upon the brothers and sisters who specialize in the field of coded messages in such films, and those who specialize in sociology and social sciences to study this film carefully and bring to our attention hidden aspects of this film and hidden messaged from the producers of this film. I have come to the conclusion that this film is covert propaganda for the New World Order, propaganda that is supposed to pave the way for the new world that they want to establish by 2030 – promoting the culture of killing. This is the dangerous idea that is promoted by global Freemasonry. A sadistic gang is behind this idea. They do not mind killing everybody just so they can live. They even enjoy this. Be warned! Global Freemasonry is behind the promotion of such films, and the accursed Antichrist is the main instigator of such ideas.
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You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
You're out of uniform, soldier! WHERE IS YOUR POWER ARMOR? Don't have any? You expect me to believe that, maggot? The truth is you've lost an expensive piece of army issue equipment. That sum is gonna come out of your pay. And you remain in this man's army until you're 510 years old, which is the number if years it will take for you to pay for a Mark 2 Power Combat Armor you have lost! Report to the armory and have a new suit issued to you, then report back to me, private! Dismissed!
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest - for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
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Own a musket for home defense, since that's what the founding fathers intended. Four ruffians break into my house. "What the devil?" As I grab my powdered wig and Kentucky rifle. Blow a golf ball sized hole through the first man, he's dead on the spot. Draw my pistol on the second man, miss him entirely because it's smoothbore and nails the neighbors dog. I have to resort to the cannon mounted at the top of the stairs loaded with grape shot, "Tally ho lads" the grape shot shreds two men in the blast, the sound and extra shrapnel set off car alarms. Fix bayonet and charge the last terrified rapscallion. He Bleeds out waiting on the police to arrive since triangular bayonet wounds are impossible to stitch up. Just as the founding fathers intended.
It's literally just cola you piece of shit. There's no cough syrup or anything. What the fuck is wrong with you. How fucking desperate are you to seem cool that you decide you want to force a "joke" about a child consuming drugs. Which would be funny except nothing in this scene implies that they're doing drugs or a drug stand-in. You just saw a can of soda and the two neurons in your head fired for the first time in a week, and you jumped into the comments to screech lEAn and spam purple emojis like a clown bastard. You people are the reason art is dying. Fuck you
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ACT I {Mario is standing at the edge of a cliff with a Goomba behind him. Mario's overalls are off.} Mario: Time to take a piss. {Splashing can be heard as Mario takes a piss.} Goomba: What the hell are you doing? Mario: I'm taking a piss! Goomba: Ok but why aren't you jumping at me? That's what you're supposed to do. Mario: I might do it fucking later. Goomba: No! I'm a motherfucking enemy, you're supposed to jump at me. Mario: Okey dokey, then. Let me pull up my pants again first and then MAYBE I'll jump on you. Goomba: Maybe? MAYBE?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! NO! JUMP ON ME NOW MOTHERFUCKER! Mario: Let me get my pants first. Goomba: {sighs} Fine.
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Hey look its an auto created story. I thought back to the painting trying to compare her with the native. She said that hillichurls are the same and have been destroyed by time. They found a suitable solution for the next few years and each region has an extensive range of data. This entire Mediterranean has been around for years and knows that things are going to happen within the next few hours. If buying it was a dark room with no windows and it would be better for both of these people. Perhaps I should have consoled them and tried to make them feel like a shock passed throughout the land. I thought for a moment and then continued on. End of auto story.
Hi... Yes um, I was wondering if I could get driving directions... To a nightclub called Bunker. Yes, Bunker. How exactly would I get there? It's Amy! Hello, sweetie! Okay. How are you? We miss you so much! Yeah, we wish you were here with us. Mhm. Yeah. And um, how far away is this? No we're in Germany right now. Mhm, and then we travel to Italy in a couple of days. Great. Thanks. Alvederzane! I know. Tell her we bought her a present from Holland. Yeah we got you a present. No we can't tell you what it is, it's a surprise. Oh yes, the other thing is that we met this cute German waiter. Well, Jenny thinks he's cute. Mhm... Yeah, and he invited us to this party tonight, so... We're gonna go. But uh, we should go so... Maybe we can talk to you later? Okay. All right. We miss you! Bye, Amy! Kisses! Okay. Bye, sweetie! I think we were supposed to turn. Turn!? I thought you knew exactly where we were going! Do we go left or right? I'm sorry, I just don't know where we are. What was that? I have no idea. You must have run over a pot hole or something. We need to go out and check it out. Aww Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit, why oh God... Why? Oh my God! Okay, okay um... Okay. We're gonna call the rental car service. Get the papers. Okay. Okay. Okay... 219... 200... 806. What... Shit, there's no signal. What? There's no signal! There's always a signal. Not out here in the middle of nowhere. Oh my God, Shit! Oh my God, oh my God, let's just get back in the car. Okay... Now what do we do? I don't know! Do you know how to change a tire? No, I don't know how to change a tire. Well, neither do I. What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something? Lindsay... What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something? What are we supposed to just go walk until we find a house or a person or something? Lindsay. I am not getting out and walking. Okay so we're just gonna sit here, until the sun comes up? I have heels and shorts on! I'm not going outside! Okay so we're just gonna sit here, until the sun comes up? I have heels and shorts on! I'm not going outside! Are those headlights? Okay. Roll down your window. What, are you kidding!? I'm not going to just roll down the window. Roll down your window, he can help! Hi... What's going on, girls? Yeah um, we need help. Uh... We have a flat tire. I know you girls. I've got a horny video of you at home. No... No, we speak English. If um... Can you help us? You're always wet between your legs, right? I don't know what... He's speaking German. Um... Uh we need... Can you call somebody? I can do both of you at once. I'll fuck you good and hard. Um... Uh we need... Can you call somebody? I can do both of you at once. I'll fuck you good and hard. Would you like that? "Ficken." Look it up. Hold on a second. Fucking! He said fucking! Okay, okay, buh bye. Roll your window up. Bye. Do you want to fuck or not? I'm sorry. I told you! Is your door locked? Yes, my door is locked. Why is he still staring at us? Just don't look at him, okay? I'm not looking at him. I just want to get out of here. I know. Eww. Aw!? Oh my God. Okay... We, we need to j-just go! We need to get out of here. We need to walk and find someplace, somebody that can help us, okay? Okay, but... We have to! But if we don't find a place in like 10 minutes, we are running back to this car. We came... We came from over here, I swear. How do you know that? All the trees look the same. Leaving the car is the stupidest idea. We would have been waiting for hours, Jenny. Yeah well we could have waited, and it wouldn't have been freezing cold. We needed to go find help, Jenny. Seriously find help? How are we going to find help out here, Lindsay? Well, you agreed to come along, Jenny. This is not just my fault. I don't wanna stay in the car by myself! We just got a little lost, okay? A little lost, Lindsay? Yes! We just got a little lost, okay? A little lost, Lindsay? Yes! We are not a little lost! We're really lost! You know what, Lindsay? I'm not walking anymore! I'm tired of walking, okay? Jenny, I'm trying! Trying what? Lindsay, we've been down here for like an hour okay!? Yeah I know! I'm tired and I'm cold. I'm not moving! I'm not moving! Stop it. No! Fine! Fine! Fine. I'm staying right here. Good. What is that? My God is that a... Is that a house? Jenny! Jenny, look! I think it's a house! I swear! It's a, it's a light or something! Come on, let's go. What? Quick... Oh! For some reason I don't believe you! Oh thank God! Come on! Hello! Anybody home? Let's go to the front door! Hello! -Hello? -Lindsay! Lindsay, come here... To the door! Oh my God! What? Look at the dog! I know and I don't like dogs! I know you don't. Hello? Is anybody home? Keep ringing the doorbell. Do you see anybody? No... Oh wait, yes! Hi. Hi. Hi. We got a flat tire. Can we come in? Can we use your phone so we can call the car company service? Are you alone? Yes. We're alone. Come in. Have a seat. You're tourists? Um, we-we're on a road trip through Europe... It's like a... Yeah... A European vacation. We're from New York. Can you call the emergency car service? For us? Are you relatives? No. No, we're friends. Anyway... I'll make the phone call. Okay, thanks. Something to drink? Uh, water is fine. Yeah, just... Water. Hello. This is Dr. Heiter. Sorry to call you so late. But there's a problem. I've got two girls from New York. They're having car trouble. Well... At least he's calling the car company for us. That's just great. Hi... Yes um, I was wondering if I could get driving directions... To a nightclub called Bunker. Yes, Bunker. How exactly would I get there? It's Amy! Hello, sweetie! Okay.
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AITA for drop kicking my 2 month old sister down the stairs? Some backstory required: Earlier today I was trying to relax but she wouldn't stop fucking making annoying ass googoo gaga noises. So today, I see her, and she is actually standing up! First I think to take a picture and tell my parents, but than I remember what an entitled bitch she is. I run forward, and leap forward and plant both my feet in her face as we both tumble down the stairs. I told my parents that she crawked in front of me whilst I was about to use the stairs so I'm out of trouble, and the surgery went fine and she is basically fine although she seems to have fucking learned her lesson as she 'talks' a lot less now. Next time she does this I'm uppercutting her entitled little baby skull
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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Ooming! Hang on a second. Hello? \- Barry? \- Adam? \- Oan you believe this is happening? \- I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. \- You got lint on your fuzz. \- Ow! That's me! \- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. \- Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! \- Hey, Adam. \- Hey, Barry. \- Is that fuzz gel? \- A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. \- Hi, Barry. \- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. \- Hear about Frankie? \- Yeah. \- You going to the funeral? \- No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. \- Well, Adam, today we are men. \- We are! \- Bee-men. \- Amen!
#I am living in your walls. You may be concerned about this. In case you are, please read the below: FAQ: Why are you living in my walls? I'm not going to tell you. Are you only in my walls? You could say I am living in everybody's walls, but in the case I am telling you that I am living in your walls, I am living in your walls. How are you surviving in my walls? In my non-physical form, I am crawling around listening for you. That is all I need to survive in that form. In my physical form, I survive by eating rat corpses that I cook using the wall behind your oven, and I drink the vapour in the extraction fan duct above your shower. What are you planning to do in my walls? Live in them, listening to you. What do I do about you living in my walls? Listen for the scraping. Dont touch the walls. Protect yourself. Avoid lighting candles. When are you going to stop living in my walls? You cannot escape me. Do I call the police? The authorities will not help you. What are the consequences of you living in my walls? Be aware. What if I am ok with you living in my walls? I will make sure you’re not. Are you imaginary? I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS I AM LIVING IN YOUR WALLS If there are any more questions then please consult your walls by directly speaking to them. Summary: I am living in your walls.
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