cock hero flux posted:

so you're saying pedophiles would no longer exist if the government provided them with one of those 55 gallon drums of lube every month?

cock hero flux posted:

so you're saying pedophiles would no longer exist if the government provided them with one of those 55 gallon drums of lube every month?

Kitfox88 posted:

I just don't get how you can be so hosed up you think sticking your dick in an unwilling human of any sort is a better idea than buying a bigass tub of lube, unless maybe you don't have hands in which case that sucks but there's probably machines out there for those sorts of cases.

Facebook Aunt posted:

Yes. But the trick is to seal the pedophiles in the drums.

slash stab posted:

I've gotten some requests to put a stop to pedochat, so try not to descend into any serious derails, TIA.

Facebook Aunt posted:

Yes. But the trick is to seal the pedophiles in the drums.

cock hero flux posted:

any that escaped would be incredibly difficult to grab, though, and likely would learn to travel quickly via sliding around at maximum speed

do you want your children to have to worry about unstoppable pedophiles penguin-sliding at them at mach 1?

cock hero flux posted:

any that escaped would be incredibly difficult to grab, though, and likely would learn to travel quickly via sliding around at maximum speed

do you want your children to have to worry about unstoppable pedophiles penguin-sliding at them at mach 1?

MrYenko posted:

The internet is merely the latest in a long line of enormous mistakes that began with cellular mitosis.

Quote-Unquote posted:

lol, I like tabletop RPGs and have been a GM for years and I gotta ask: who cares if something is 'too powerful'? As a player, just don't use it or restrict yourself from certain abilities. As a GM, it's your game so you can stop players doing whatever you like and if they're not willing to go along with it then they can gently caress off. It's supposed to be an imaginative story-telling game you play together, the actual stats and rules are just there as a base for you to simulate scenarios. Most rulebooks I've read openly go "yeah just ignore the rules whenever that seems like it'd make things more fun"

Arrhythmia posted:

Even though they can disappear you from the site, mods aren't wizards and this isn't even close to mod feedback.

Paladinus posted:

I've heard you become a wizard if you remain a virgin into your thirties.

chitoryu12 posted:

https://twitter.com/JAVdottxt/status/1047564574688464896

Pastry of the Year posted:

Jabor posted:

a grand wizard, perhaps

Manky Tungeon posted:

Mamkute posted:

I'm the autism spectrum as an ideological position

Count Roland posted:

I suspect we all are, in this thread.

O. Henry O-Face posted:

This thread sucks now. Post more quotes.

O. Henry O-Face posted:

This thread sucks now. Post more quotes.

Blade_of_tyshalle posted:

ÑAMbLA, assuredly.

Veni Vidi Ameche! posted:

The "melted wax guy" has a name. It's Clayton Endicott III.

Zamboni_Rodeo posted:

I just want you to know that I appreciate this post, and I appreciate you.

Bluedeanie posted:

Sorry to interrupt your beloved star trek pedarist chat, Spanish NAMBLA.

Baronjutter posted:

If you're married and not having much more and better sex than when you were still on the dating and hook up scene then you hosed up bad.

Best Bi Geek Squid posted:

it's great that you and your mistress have a good sex life but we re talking about spouses here

Hot Dog Day #91 posted:

I'm glad that my job literally has a person in the room taking down everything I say and reducing it to written record. That really limits the bad things I say.

Ur Getting Fatter posted:

"If the court recorder could please read back the transcript for the defense's last statement."
"Eight equal sign equal sign equal sign equal sign D. If you know what I mean."

Guy Goodbody posted:

GET A loving JOB YOU LAZY FAIRYTALE RAT! Oh, the other day you took your ottoman to Wendy Toad to have it reupholstered, and along the way you had quite a little adventure with the Captain of the Cricket Guard? gently caress YOU I SPENT THE OTHER DAY NETWORKING AT CROSSFIT. Completely destroyed my ACL, I'll never be able to run again, but those business connections will last forever. I bet you don't even have a Linkedin, you little poo poo.

Moon Slayer posted:

No context.

cumshitter posted:

how much does it cost to publish a study in a dodgy journal? i want to submit one that begins with "Hypothesis: I am gay" and ends with "Conclusion: I am gay"

aware of dog posted:

Poor form. it should be:

Null Hypothesis: I'm not gay
Alt. Hypothesis: I'm gay

Conclusion: I reject the null hypothesis.

cumshitter posted:

im not an academia person i have a REAL JOB what is the academic cadence for saying, "I conducted this study by sucking a lot of dick and doing lots of butt stuff"

Grimoire posted:

DOD grant

null_pointer posted:

Guy's rants are as unfunny as his posts in the Funny Pics thread.

hawowanlawow posted:

you dorks don't know poo poo

The Bloop posted:

Well, introduce yourself

S.D. posted:

S.D. posted:

Morphix posted:

checks out

The Glumslinger posted:

Yeah, he loves being publicly owned

Chrpno posted:

I shared a flat with a fella for about three years, during which time I was doing a fierce bit of farting and wet making GBS threads, mostly due to the amount of Diet Coke I was drinking. Because his room was very close to the bathroom, though, and the doors in the place were so thin, I always had to wait till I heard him playing music or something before I dared go to the loo, for fear of the brapps that were in me, and the sound of the cacking itself, which as I say, at that time, was like the sound of somebody emptying bagfuls of marbles onto a car bonnet.

Anyway he was usually away to work by 10am, so between then and 7 or so (I wasn't working at the time) I could cack and trump like the best of them without having to worry about him hearing. One day I woke up around noon with a terrible series of farts on the brew, mostly those sharp, noisy numbers that feel like someone nipping you on the hoop. I was glad to get them out of me, and because I was alone, I took the time to wander about the flat farting as hard as I possibly could fart without filling my pants. I congratulated myself in-between times, also, saying stuff like "Go on the boy, you" and "aw y'hoor you" and so on. 

I had to stop when it became apparent that I actually was goin to poo poo myself if I farted any more, so I had a good loud clattery crap to round the whole thing off, splatterin away without worrying about putting some bog roll in first to dull the sound.

And of course, ten minutes later, having stank the flat to gently caress, and having near deafened myself with my own arse-yawps, I return to my room only to hear the sound of my flatmate blowing his nose in the room next door. Day off that day, turned out. The fear that fell on me then was nothing normal.

Never did either of us mention it, but I have thought about it every day since.

Tendai posted:

a blessed kingdom

Zil posted:

Its pooping in that castle isn't it?

Linux Pirate posted:

He is peeing.

pee king duck.