>>1
people are being murdered in the streets of libya by al qaeda's drug addicts and you whine about a splinter in your hand??? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU
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Anonymous2011-02-24 16:38
Look: I can worry about Libya and my splinter at the same time, ok?
Also: Al Qaeda? WTF?
His name is actually Gaddaffi
>>16-18
In English, there is no way of transcribing a uvular stop or a voiced interdental fricative. This leads to multitude of ways his name is rendered in English. It also varies itself in Arabic, depending on the accent/dialect of the speaker.
The disco. We go to disco. My body's sweaty from the MDMA inside it. I like to dance with you. You grab my ponytail. It is greasy with Germanic juices that I put inside my hair. Disco, we are the disco. I have a mesh shirt. My leather pants show off my sausage inside it. I grind your body, then we eat ecstasy and have Special K inside of the bathroom. It's a men's bathroom, but no one cares that you come inside because they know that inside it we do lots of drugs. And I will share them if the bouncer lets me go into the bathroom with you, and then we go home. We have efficient sex. And then I realize you're not that hot anymore because I've blown a load and I don't have ecstasy inside of my bloodstream. So I make sandwich. It has hazelnuts, bread, and some jelly that I got from the supermarket. It tastes pretty good, but it probably tastes better because my taste buds have ecstasy inside them. And then I go up to the bathroom, and you're wearing one of my shirts; that isn't cool. You didn't even ask. I met you earlier the evening; you're not my girlfriend, you're just girl that I have sex with. We probably won't do this again because I realize that your hair is frazzled and it probably has extensions. It's not your real hair, and that's kind of gross 'cause who knows where it came from.
The white home. We go to the white home. My body's primitive from the shamanism in it. I like to trample your white lawn. I rape your white daughter. You can't do shit since we're savages. Savages, we are the savages. I am slavering. My loin cloth shows off muh dik inside it. I grab your wife, then we watch primitive shows in the living room. It's a white living room, but no one can do anything about me coming in because they know we're savages. And I will force you to be my slave if you let me in your white home. I efficiently fuck your wife with my shaman stick.