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oh look, one of our corporate overlords airwolfed up, well we'd dock them a few their monthly paychecks, that'll teach em!
the airwolf are you talking about?
beat a few off to her back in the day
How can I understand or come to terms with what I am and how my feelings are? I want someone to love but at the same time I don't want anyone. I understand that love is an abstract idea and that its just an emotion that tells you you want someone you can trust and continue life with but it doesn't seem like it would reeally give me a better understanding of humans. How is it that I can want so much but feel as though it would be a waste of time. I understand that being councious means doing something with it. I can give someone love and commitment but I can't bring myself to want to understand us. People want adventure but I can't seem to understand that need. Humans are so complex with our feelings. I know I'm just rambling and whining but it seems like such a burden to have emotions. I have the potential to be successful in life but I don't care for where it goes. I know it's pathetic to ask for understanding when I myself am human and should be able to understand who and what I am, but I sill feel like we don't know anything and we won't for a very long time (beyond my life time). I get that life is about being alive and doing the things it has to offer and give, but it just seems like none of it would really matter when you can't grasp the true understanding. Are we here to understand and pass knowledge or just experience? I airwolfikg hate emotions and feelings, I sometimes
Wish I was an animal with no worries other than survival. The expectations humans have in this day and age make me so bitter.
go airwolf yourself, kid
Struck a nerve, little buddy? Pretty sure I stopped calling people on the internet 'kid' once I hit 20, and that was a long ass time ago now..
Man what a whole lot of stuff I don't care about
Hello. My name is Nick, and I am a strip of bacon.
Living as a strip of bacon is not a happy life. The first dawn of light was a cold, icy bulb. I was trapped in a box, trapped with other bacon strips. I was extremely cold and scared. It seemed to be a giant refrigerator. Some shoppers were examining me, and picking me up once in a while. Once I was out, however, I was warm! I looked around me and saw other people, with torturous metallic carts, taking more victims to torture. These creatures also got their hands on others, for example, yogurts and bologna, and many more that I can’t remember. In my cold universe, there were also sausages, chicken cutlets, hot dogs. I couldn’t really concentrate on anything. I was afraid. I was cramped in this plastic box with a bunch of my own kind. I was so hypothermic and numb, I have no idea how I remained alive. I am a clannish bacon strip, and feel uncomfortable with other meats. Life was not good, yet it was going to grow into something much worse.
My package was picked up. In front of me was a bearded face with a toothpick in its yellow teeth. The beast had a fleshy extension from the top part of his side that was grasping the underside of my package. That was his arm. A hairy limb that meant my doom. I expected to go back into my frozen realm, yet, the frost on my sides that had started to melt, did not freeze back. Instead of feeling warm and cozy, I grew nervous, and fearful, fearful of the unknown. I had never been out of my usual freezer. Then suddenly, I was dropped into a metallic cart! I was so startled by it, that I had a shiver down my body. My cart then scraped across the floor, and went to a white table. I tried to just relax. Shortly, my box was put on a big table and a strange woman pointed a laser at me! It scanned me. I had a price, after all. The thing had to pay for me. Then I was thrown into a plastic bag, hanging at the bottom. I lost consciousness for a short period of time, probably, from stress.
I woke up, warmer and flaccid, and I was on a table. The same man appeared, and I started to panic. I couldn’t move, no bacon strip can. He took a knife, and at that point, I was so terrified, I thought I was turning into turkey bacon. The fat slob, who bought me, cut open the thin sheet of plastic separating me from the air. I felt different, and warmer. Even though I was warmer than before, I wanted more warmth. Maybe I should be more careful for what I wish for. Abruptly, my fellow bacon strips and I were picked up, getting into contact with the man’s hand, and were put in a pan. I was immersed into a hot bath of thick sizzling oil. Bubbling boiling- my train of thought abruptly skidded to a halt as I realized the horror of my end of days in a greasy pan.
I was being fried alive! I now prayed for my shivery home in the freezer. I was f
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Bacon used to make me sick to my stomach. Turkey bacon is way better.
What is the less painful method for suicide ?
he said LESS painful
>Don't kill yourself man. Life is worth living
Exit bag, bullet to the head, and a fistful of medication seem to be the most effective.
Nuclear suicide bomb. You'll be vaporized before you have a chance to feel anything.
If you were Vlad Putin, How can you make America suck your balls? then What's your clever plan to rule the world?
Putin:Ukraine and Syria::Dubya:Afghanistan and Iraq
This guy looks more like Earnest Hemingway than Vladimir Putin.
Ernest hemmingway would always be there 4 me
But now ernest hemmingway is dead
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What is on my grandpa's hat?
But there's no ring of pedophiles that run Britain, am I right?
Nope, just dead pig airwolfers:
At least in Black Mirror when the PM airwolfed the pig it was to save somebodys life.
Any idea on how to convince my wife to spice things up in a bedroom? She sucks in the bedroom. Pic related.
They're not trying to find out cuz we're on desert island chan.
Avoid masturbation. Collect your pent up sexual frustration, and unleash it on her. You'll work her up into a frenzy.
yeah! call her fat, and that no one could love her! Then dare her to prove you wrong...that will totally work.
Monthly reminder that most people only care about cancer when it affects titties.
I still don't care!
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Found this delicious Rusky propaganda piece.
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Dude, have you heard about Austrailians?