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- Schnorkles
- Apr 30, 2015
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It's a little bit juvenile, but it's simple and it's timeless.
We let it be known that Schnorkles, for a snack, eats tiny pieces of shit.
You're picturing it and you're talking about it. That's a win in my book.
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republicans have taken a slight lead in Arizona:
https://twitter.com/Garrett_Archer/status/791350241546993664
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Oct 26, 2016 20:04
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- Coolguye
- Jul 6, 2011
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Required by his programming!
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Good ol' Zogstomper Garrison's got it figured out. He knows (((who))) is behind Hillary.
the bushes maintained a level of decorum *waterboards another brown guy*
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Oct 26, 2016 20:05
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- Turdfuzz
- Jul 23, 2008
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permaban all arzyers imo
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Oct 26, 2016 20:05
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- Fuck You And Diebold
- Sep 15, 2004
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by Athanatos
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how can you be arzying at this point? early voting is better for dems than the polls were, and the polls were great
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Oct 26, 2016 20:07
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- euphronius
- Feb 18, 2009
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If you are asking whether to arzy you are arzying
Full confidence in our Leader at this time
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Oct 26, 2016 20:06
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- Turdfuzz
- Jul 23, 2008
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not the most memorable melody but decent background music i guess
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Oct 26, 2016 20:08
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- sector_corrector
- Jan 18, 2012
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by Nyc_Tattoo
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Did anything ever happen with Kim Dotcom?
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Oct 26, 2016 20:10
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- brocretin
- Nov 15, 2012
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yo yo yo i loves virgins
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code:<Data Transfer from Schnorkles>
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***MESSAGE RECEIVED***
Scott Adams had been floating six feet off the floor for
three weeks. His feet and hands tingled, and his eyes burned
with the flames of a dying fire. He had last heard someone
speak to him as the cell door slammed shut. He didn't
remember what the uniformed man had said. The words had
bounced off the bars of the cell and rang through Scott's
ears. Scott had been talking to himself for the last few
minutes, something about getting caught, but then his ears
began to tingle just like his hands.
He looked at his hands, but the fire in his eyes made him
blink. Tears came, and when he opened his eyes again, his
hands had been melted into fleshy pancakes that wafted in the
ripples flowing over the fire in his eyes.
"drat cell," he heard someone say. "Last time I had a good
meal was three days ago. The food they feed you in here could
kill a lab rat."
Rats. He had remembered something about rats. But his ears
began to ring again and the voice speaking to him faded off
into the background of his mind. In its place, there was a
new sound, the clapping of hands together. He blinked hard to
made out his hands again. They had disappeared; his arms
connected at the wrists.
He thought back to the time he went ice skating on a pond. He
remembered the sound of his skates on ice, a gentle scrapping.
Scrapping away now inside his ears, trying to tear down his
thoughts. There had been a woman with a white fur tube over her
hands. Her wrists were like his now. The wrists of
someone who had tried too many times to clap his hands. He
had been applauding everyone else in life, but never himself.
The hands, like himself, had been put into prison, and he
didn't know why.
"Can't sleep in here, if the smell of this musty bedroll
doesn't make you sick, then the sound of the rats chewing
inside the walls will keep you up. You'll wake up from your
dreams to their little chomping. Sometimes I think that they
are chewing me..." The voice was coming from inside the cell,
but Scott couldn't see anyone.
Scott hadn't always been alone, he could vaguely recall from
somewhere inside his broken mind that there had been friends,
lovers, murderers.
He recalled a theory he had come up with after a bloody
schoolhouse brawl. The theory was simple. At some point in
time, everyone was a murderer. Whether or not they ever felt
remorse, they had all wanted someone dead. Hatred. Everyone
knew the feeling of hatred. Scott had known hatred on that
schoolyard. His beater had laughed at their bloody faces, a
laugh which now echoed through his ears, rhythmically blocking
out the other voice in the cell.
The schoolyard was usually a place where Scott and his
friends would play football or foursquare or something, but
today, there was an edge. Maybe everyone had eaten cereal
with milk that was about to go bad, or maybe there was too
much smoke in the air from the wheeling hubcap factory.
Football had been extremely rough. Scott had gone to play
foursquare after he got tackled by five boys who weren't his
friends. But today, even foursquare had an evil twist. The
top square today had become habituated to making fun of the
first square. Scott had decided that it was an evil day.
When his beater started to push him around, he exploded.
Hatred flowed from his eyes, his hands and feet began to
tingle. All of his coordination left him, and his face was
beaten to a bloody mess. The schoolyard disciplinarian had
been slow to notice the ensuing carnage, and she didn't really
care anyway.
Scott would have killed him if he could have. He would have
torn out the eyes of his beater. He would have made him pay
for his abuses. But his hands had begun to tingle. He
couldn't feel his feet and he had begun to float off the
ground.
Everyone was a murderer, but Scott couldn't remember his
reason for why that was so. He thought it was something about
hands, the passion for justice. His hands and feet had begun
to tingle, and he was floating farther off the floor. He
looked up from his hands, and he saw the bars of the cell,
moving left and right, opening wide and then closing shut
like the surf coming up a beach. Every time that he thought
he would be safe, the bars crested up, the opening closing,
the wave rising, crashing. The result would be the same, he
would never escape. The bars would crush him, break his back.
He could feel the roughness of the sand under his palms, for
all the motion of the waves around him, his hands had come to
rest serenely upon the ocean floor. His body tossed and
flipped, pivoting about his hands under which he could feel
the safe, coarse sand. The wave crashed one final time, he
landed upside down, his hands thrown clear from the sandy
bottom, the rush of the water filling his ears, his nose, his
mouth, the sound of crashing water cascading down from his
feet to his head- penetrating his mind to tear down thoughts.
Like the sand castle he had built to withstand the tide, his
thoughts came down around him.
Scott had a good life, so much time, so much time. He had
loved swimming, turning, beating. He had loved the tingle in
his hands and feet, his inability to kill his nemesis. Once
he had fallen down the stairs, and just for a moment, his
hands came to rest on the carpet of the stairs. In that
instant, his body had frozen, floating over the stairs, safe
from falling, but the moment didn't last. The ocean crashed
about him, his hands torn free from the sandy bottom, his body
flipping, falling.
But now he levitated farther up, his hands still tingling. He
began to float through the bars, he expected the instant of
safety as his hands found footing, but that moment did not
come, the bars squeezed his body. His chest tingled. As he
fell through his cage, his legs tingled. The fire in his eyes
had become a cold wind, he blinked away tears. He tumbled
through the bars, spinning and turning, he could see a man.
In his hand he saw a small white rat. A pounding, the
crashing waves in his ears became rhythmical, hard. The man
was beating the rat against the floor. Pounding, pounding.
Blood covered his hands, the man's hands tingled. He had
broken them on the floor of the cell. Disciplinarian, lover,
murderer. Scott looked back into the cell. He saw himself,
disciplinarian, lover, murderer. He had killed his nemesis.
The rat lay dead in his bloody hands. At last, he held the
throat of his beater.
He escaped into the waves.
The waves.
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Oct 26, 2016 20:11
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- Schnorkles
- Apr 30, 2015
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It's a little bit juvenile, but it's simple and it's timeless.
We let it be known that Schnorkles, for a snack, eats tiny pieces of shit.
You're picturing it and you're talking about it. That's a win in my book.
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Dems need to keep Trump to about a 2 point lead in Maricopa. they can take the state if that happens.
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Oct 26, 2016 20:11
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- Schnorkles
- Apr 30, 2015
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It's a little bit juvenile, but it's simple and it's timeless.
We let it be known that Schnorkles, for a snack, eats tiny pieces of shit.
You're picturing it and you're talking about it. That's a win in my book.
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any indication that the unaffiliated voters are breaking for Clinton in AZ?
right now the major question re: unaffiliated voters in latino heavy states is how many of them are, in fact, latinos. I don't know the answer to that question.
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Oct 26, 2016 20:12
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- Bunleigh
- Jun 6, 2005
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by exmarx
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the javits center is pretty much totally run by some of the most useless stereotype union goons you'll ever encounter, who are all trumpers
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Oct 26, 2016 20:12
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- Mordiceius
- Nov 10, 2007
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If you think calling me names is gonna get a rise out me, think again. I like my life as an idiot!
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If the GOP are major fuckwads over the next two years wrt the Supreme Court, do you guys think it could be enough to bring out more Dem voters in the midterm?
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Oct 26, 2016 20:12
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- Bethamphetamine
- Oct 29, 2012
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Levin is expanding LevinTV into the CRTV network. $99/year
Carson is having a go at his Ideas Forum. $9.99/month
Trump better switch his efforts from campaigning to getting TrumpTV off the ground, or there aren't going to be any pieces of pie left.
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Oct 26, 2016 20:12
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- 386-SX 25Mhz VGA
- Jan 14, 2003
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(C) American Megatrends Inc.,
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There's also plenty of precedent for >9 justices
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Oct 26, 2016 20:14
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- mormonpartyboat
- Jan 14, 2015
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by Reene
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this loving election
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Oct 26, 2016 20:15
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- Intel&Sebastian
- Oct 20, 2002
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colonel...
i'm trying to sneak around
but i'm dummy thicc
and the clap of my ass cheeks
keeps alerting the guards!
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There's no way she's not goofing on that one tweet right?
Right?
RIGHT!?!?!
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Oct 26, 2016 20:16
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- mannerup
- Jan 11, 2004
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♬ I Know You're Dying Trying To Figure Me Out♬
♬My Name's On The Tip Of Your Tongue Keep Running Your Mouth♬
♬You Want The Recipe But Can't Handle My Sound My Sound My Sound♬
♬No Matter What You Do Im Gonna Get It Without Ya♬
♬ I Know You Ain't Used To A Female Alpha♬
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(its going to be fight song)
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Oct 26, 2016 20:16
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- tankadillo
- Aug 15, 2006
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so since we're close to 10% of 2012's total vote count you'd think that now would be a good time for the trump camp to release the evidence that's gonna totally destroy hrc right
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Oct 26, 2016 20:17
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- Schnorkles
- Apr 30, 2015
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It's a little bit juvenile, but it's simple and it's timeless.
We let it be known that Schnorkles, for a snack, eats tiny pieces of shit.
You're picturing it and you're talking about it. That's a win in my book.
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Important note in that Suffolk Poll: Hillary's favorables are up to 47. She's gonna be 50/50 by election day.
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Oct 26, 2016 20:17
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- Fuck You And Diebold
- Sep 15, 2004
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by Athanatos
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https://twitter.com/Phil_Mattingly/status/791351112771178497
GOTTA GET THAT MAINE ELECTORAL VOTE
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