how did he troll him

by raising him

ahahahahaha

i cant decide if i love organic chem or kind of like it. we made wintergreen oil the other day and i was like I LOVE THIS CLASS then we had to do a certain type of reaction that gave a product that doesnt have much use in the real world and i was like wow this kinda sucks

application of it i guess shapes how much i like the class

tldr csb

[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18834546]you realize you've been trying to prove yourself to people who don't like you for four years straight now?[/QUOTE]

:lol:

Just jogged two and a half miles (half an hour) and then lifted for half an hour. Gonna try to make this a routine of two days one day off into infinity like I used to.

The fact that I pulled it off shows progress. :D

congrats

im high to much to work out but i walk and bike every day

working out high is the best

I don't see how it could [I]possibly[/I] be the best, Matthew.

Better OHP

work out robotripping classic

:lol:

the new beiber song

the new

fucking

beiber song

[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18834669]working out high is the best[/QUOTE]


I'm incapable of doing [I]anything [/I]productive high, working out seems like it would be impossible for me.

[QUOTE=Angmar;18834697]I'm incapable of doing [I]anything [/I]productive high, working out seems like it would be impossible for me.[/QUOTE]

smoke a bowl and climb a mountain dude

i can work out high, but if i'm too high i'm like there is no way my ass is getting off this couch and my eyes off this nintendo, if im moderately high i'm like woo this is gonna be fun

sober or high on caffeine is the best scenario tho

[QUOTE=SheenaShiva;18834677]work out robotripping classic[/QUOTE]

why do I suspect some kind of injury to occure

idk how people can go to work high head chef used to turn up with red eyes all the time, took a lot of getting his attention sometimes

my dealer used to blaze and deliver the post lol

fml cant wait to finish this fucking thesis so i can move back into the gym fuckffdwjkf

[QUOTE=Haz;18834716]why do I suspect some kind of injury to occure

idk how people can go to work high head chef used to turn up with red eyes all the time, took a lot of getting his attention sometimes[/QUOTE]
a profound life changing insightful one obv

this man hit his head on 420 pounds of weights and is now permanently immune to coughs

:lol:

i drank all 3 bottles because i had a really bad cold doctor

[QUOTE=witchxrapist;18834712]smoke a bowl and climb a mountain dude[/QUOTE]


I've gone hiking and on walks high but never anything too strenuous.

do you rock climb at all when you hike, or are you one of those trail following bitches?

i like to smoke a bowl right before i run, its so good

I don't have the experience/equipment for rock climbing. There are so many trails around here that you can go to the top of many mountains without having to do that kind of stuff. My favorite thing to do is just drive up to a really high elevation trail head and then hike up to a mountain peak on a trail or something.

worrrd

[QUOTE=Angmar;18834697]I'm incapable of doing [I]anything [/I]productive high, working out seems like it would be impossible for me.[/QUOTE]

When I get high I'm a lot more friendly and I actually do things. If I'm high and I start doing something I'll sit there and work on it for at least an hour or two but if I'm sober I lose interest a lot faster.

EDIT: Opiates don't affect your cognitive abilities the way most other drugs do so you can still function as well as normal. That said if you take a really high dose and nod off you're going to be lazy. But if I take just enough to get high then I'm in a better mood and more productive.

I paid for 8 hydro tens and took them all in one handful without counting them then my friend told me he actually gave me 12 to hook me up.

Considerably more high than I was expecting.

cool

any of yall watch cannibal holocaust

nah ive seen cannibal apocalypse tho

i seen it

You should message me if - You live in Los Angeles.

- You have a sense of humor.

- You listen to dubstep.

- You're obsessed with Breaking Bad.

- You have something really interesting to talk about.

stop with the okcupid shit

Reporter: Rihanna, why are you working with Chris Brown again?
Rihanna: Beats me.

Gonna make some ridiculous burritos tonight.

[quote=(*the sacred chao*);18834920]stop with the okcupid shit[/quote]

^ ^

Mike If you hold a minor in african-american studies You are familiar with the Willi Lynch papers. You know that since that day forward the black race has been brain washed by this system now it is self Sufficient.(If not read up on it) I dont doubt your good heart twards Blacks, but in the eyes of America you have white priveldge at first glance they wont see your racial history they see your skin. You remind me of the kid from remember the titans Sunshine He did not fully understand racism until he seen it in full affect.

R. MARTIN, I AGREE THAT BLACKS IN AMERICA WERE BRAINWASHED OVER TIME. THAT WAS A CONSCIOUS GOAL IMPLEMENTED TO EVENTUALLY CONTROL THE BLACK RACE OVER TIME. & IT HAS WORKED, & IS STILL WORKING! BUT IN KNOWING THIS, WE AS BLACK FOLK SHOULD MAKE A POINT OF KEEPING THIS REALITY ALIVE & MAKE A POINT OF THIS FACT ON A DAILY BASIS TO OUR YOUNG PEOPLE. ESPECIALLY OUR KID'S! ONCE AWARE OF THE PLOT TO KEEP US SEPERATED/AGITATED, ETC., I THINK WE ARE RESPONSIBLE MORE THAN EVER TO CHANGE THE THOTS OF OUR PEOPLE AS A WHOLE. WE MUST EDUCATE OUR YOUNG PEOPLE! WE MUST LEARN FROM OUR PAST & MAKE EVERY EFFORT TO KEEP OUR YOUNG FROM REPEATING OUR MISTAKES! I SPEAK FROM EXPERIENCE! I'M A 3TIME NON-VIOLENT, NOT EVER BEEN TO PRISON, CONVICTED FELON! & TAKE IT FROM SHADIE, I HAVE 5 OF THE MOST POSITIVE, AWESOME, FOCUSED KID'S EVER! ADMIT UR MISTAKES, LEARN, & TELL UR KID'S THE TRUTH, & GIVE THEM A REASON TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR ACTIONS. PLACE NO BLAME. WE ALL HAVE CHOICES! GOD BLESS:)

zz

My self-summary Ah, OKC. Where people end up when they are at the end of their shit. Getting here, and making any sort of a halfassed attempt to take on the sort-of-humiliating task of hardselling your (statistically, most likely saltine cracker bland) life and personality, requires at least partially accepting you no longer give a flying fuck that you belong to a subclass of people whose last desperate grab for happiness depends on a platform filled with many, many others who are also making a last desperate grab for happiness. Happiness is probably the wrong word, though. I think "fleeting shallow pseudo-validation" and "wet hole" would be more accurate. You might be thinking to yourself, "uh fuk no brah im here cuz i made tha choice to be here, the fukin CHOYCE! I HAVE/HAD A FUKIN CHOICE!!!!!11". Bitch, please.

People are here cause they weren't good enough for someone, or cause someone wasn't good enough for them, or cause nobody wanted them to begin with. Statistically speaking, it's a fact in this cyber emporium of why-nots that the overwhelming majority will not find anyone they actually want. Resembling it, maybe, sure. But there's a huge difference. If you are reading this, I hope you have been on this site long enough to realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. And if you haven't been on this site long enough to realize that by yourself, I hope you realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. If you have actually found someone you really fucking want on OKC, you're either delusional, have pitifully low standards, or freakishly lucky.

Great. Now that that reality check is out of the way, there exists a simple rule of sexonomics that goes something like this:

Simple Rule of Sexonomics
Pussy=Costs money
Dick=Free
Money spent on dick=Bad investment

It's not so much about money as it is about work ethic, effort, and the Provider Rock Mentality, which does not occur naturally among the male species:

Men are like "Bluetooth"; he is connected to you when you are nearby, but searches for other devices when you are away. Women are like Wi-Fi; she sees all available devices but connects to the strongest one.

It logically follows, then, that the person acting as the male figure in the Relationship Game is obligated to front the costs of the mind numbingly boring charade of initial-assessment coffee dates and (manufacturedly) symbolic tokens of (insincere) appreciation in order to get inside the current wet hole of their (limited) choice. If you are male, you have been raised to acknowledge that unless you are exceedingly good looking or lack self-respect, you will not find a female who is willing to pay for your dick.

But this is the bottom of the barrel. Everyone, do everyone else a favor and get over any sense of entitlement/obligation toward free dinners and $3.50 coffees/azn drinks. Buying OKC bitches dinner and drinks only enables their mentality that using OKC while concurrently owning a vagina automatically entitles them to the fruits of some poor sob's crappy job. Spending money on OKC bitches only detracts from what should be a fund toward Real World bitches' dinners.

I'll do you a favor and not demand that. Shallow, adequately gratifying sex and painless morning escapes will suffice. What more could you ask for?
Ah, OKC. Where people end up when they are at the end of their shit. Getting here, and making any sort of a halfassed attempt to take on the sort-of-humiliating task of hardselling your (statistically, most likely saltine cracker bland) life and personality, requires at least partially accepting you no longer give a flying fuck that you belong to a subclass of people whose last desperate grab for happiness depends on a platform filled with many, many others who are also making a last desperate grab for happiness. Happiness is probably the wrong word, though. I think "fleeting shallow pseudo-validation" and "wet hole" would be more accurate. You might be thinking to yourself, "uh fuk no brah im here cuz i made tha <i>choice</i> to be here, the fukin CHOYCE! I HAVE/HAD A FUKIN CHOICE!!!!!11". Bitch, please.

People are here cause they weren't good enough for someone, or cause someone wasn't good enough for them, or cause nobody wanted them to begin with. Statistically speaking, it's a fact in this cyber emporium of why-nots that the overwhelming majority will not find anyone they actually want. Resembling it, maybe, sure. But there's a huge difference. If you are reading this, I hope you have been on this site long enough to realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. And if you haven't been on this site long enough to realize that by yourself, I hope you realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. If you have actually found someone you really fucking want on OKC, you're either delusional, have pitifully low standards, or freakishly lucky.

Great. Now that that reality check is out of the way, there exists a simple rule of sexonomics that goes something like this:

<b>Simple Rule of Sexonomics</b>
Pussy=Costs money
Dick=Free
Money spent on dick=Bad investment

It's not so much about money as it is about work ethic, effort, and the Provider Rock Mentality, which does not occur naturally among the male species:

<i>Men are like "Bluetooth"; he is connected to you when you are nearby, but searches for other devices when you are away. Women are like Wi-Fi; she sees all available devices but connects to the strongest one.</i>

It logically follows, then, that the person acting as the male figure in the Relationship Game is obligated to front the costs of the mind numbingly boring charade of initial-assessment coffee dates and (manufacturedly) symbolic tokens of (insincere) appreciation in order to get inside the current wet hole of their (limited) choice. If you are male, you have been raised to acknowledge that unless you are exceedingly good looking or lack self-respect, you will not find a female who is willing to pay for your dick.

But this is the bottom of the barrel. Everyone, do everyone else a favor and get over any sense of entitlement/obligation toward free dinners and $3.50 coffees/azn drinks. Buying OKC bitches dinner and drinks only enables their mentality that using OKC while concurrently owning a vagina automatically entitles them to the fruits of some poor sob's crappy job. Spending money on OKC bitches only detracts from what should be a fund toward Real World bitches' dinners.

I'll do you a favor and not demand that. Shallow, adequately gratifying sex and painless morning escapes will suffice. What more could you ask for? Ah, OKC. Where people end up when they are at the end of their shit. Getting here, and making any sort of a halfassed attempt to take on the sort-of-humiliating task of hardselling your (statistically, most likely saltine cracker bland) life and personality, requires at least partially accepting you no longer give a flying fuck that you belong to a subclass of people whose last desperate grab for happiness depends on a platform filled with many, many others who are also making a last desperate grab for happiness. Happiness is probably the wrong word, though. I think "fleeting shallow pseudo-validation" and "wet hole" would be more accurate. You might be thinking to yourself, "uh fuk no brah im here cuz i made tha <i>choice</i> to be here, the fukin CHOYCE! I HAVE/HAD A FUKIN CHOICE!!!!!11". Bitch, please.

People are here cause they weren't good enough for someone, or cause someone wasn't good enough for them, or cause nobody wanted them to begin with. Statistically speaking, it's a fact in this cyber emporium of why-nots that the overwhelming majority will not find anyone they actually want. Resembling it, maybe, sure. But there's a huge difference. If you are reading this, I hope you have been on this site long enough to realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. And if you haven't been on this site long enough to realize that by yourself, I hope you realize that no, you will most likely not find who you really fucking want on OKC. If you have actually found someone you really fucking want on OKC, you're either delusional, have pitifully low standards, or freakishly lucky.

Great. Now that that reality check is out of the way, there exists a simple rule of sexonomics that goes something like this:

<b>Simple Rule of Sexonomics</b>
Pussy=Costs money
Dick=Free
Money spent on dick=Bad investment

It's not so much about money as it is about work ethic, effort, and the Provider Rock Mentality, which does not occur naturally among the male species:

<i>Men are like "Bluetooth"; he is connected to you when you are nearby, but searches for other devices when you are away. Women are like Wi-Fi; she sees all available devices but connects to the strongest one.</i>

It logically follows, then, that the person acting as the male figure in the Relationship Game is obligated to front the costs of the mind numbingly boring charade of initial-assessment coffee dates and (manufacturedly) symbolic tokens of (insincere) appreciation in order to get inside the current wet hole of their (limited) choice. If you are male, you have been raised to acknowledge that unless you are exceedingly good looking or lack self-respect, you will not find a female who is willing to pay for your dick.

But this is the bottom of the barrel. Everyone, do everyone else a favor and get over any sense of entitlement/obligation toward free dinners and $3.50 coffees/azn drinks. Buying OKC bitches dinner and drinks only enables their mentality that using OKC while concurrently owning a vagina automatically entitles them to the fruits of some poor sob's crappy job. Spending money on OKC bitches only detracts from what should be a fund toward Real World bitches' dinners.

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Not that you give a fuck or can know the real truth unless I decide to tell you the truth. I could tell you that I am in the third year of an all-expenses-paid vacation through a public university education, I could tell you that I work minimum wage at a brutal yet incredibly gratifying standup production company as a junior staff writer and graphic designer, I could tell you that I dropped out of middle school cuz like my baby daddy knocked me up and my parents threw me out and I lived with my crackhead aunt and am now the only crack dealer in suburban Irvine, I could tell you that I am a spoiled brat who does jack shit except smoke weed and max out my parents' credit cards on Chloe bags, I could tell you that I am a secret agent of an intergalactic reconnaissance force planted here to fortify the alliance, I could tell you that I moved here from Maryland for a paid internship at a software startup and work as a UX specialist between stints as a custom cosplay costume maker, I could tell you that I am doing time at a psychiatric rehab clinic for attacking and partially devouring my high school biology teacher's pet iguana, I could tell you that I'm a struggling artist trying to make it big in life with my abstract cornhusk sculpture installations, I could tell you that I don't actually know what I'm doing with my life, I could rattle off so many things about who I am and what I want to do and it honestly doesn't make a difference regardless of which one I tell you. My vagina is theoretically available to the highest bidder and that's all you care about while you are still on this page, remember? Not that you give a fuck or can know the real truth unless I decide to tell you the truth. I could tell you that I am in the third year of an all-expenses-paid vacation through a public university education, I could tell you that I work minimum wage at a brutal yet incredibly gratifying standup production company as a junior staff writer and graphic designer, I could tell you that I dropped out of middle school cuz like my baby daddy knocked me up and my parents threw me out and I lived with my crackhead aunt and am now the only crack dealer in suburban Irvine, I could tell you that I am a spoiled brat who does jack shit except smoke weed and max out my parents' credit cards on Chloe bags, I could tell you that I am a secret agent of an intergalactic reconnaissance force planted here to fortify the alliance, I could tell you that I moved here from Maryland for a paid internship at a software startup and work as a UX specialist between stints as a custom cosplay costume maker, I could tell you that I am doing time at a psychiatric rehab clinic for attacking and partially devouring my high school biology teacher's pet iguana, I could tell you that I'm a struggling artist trying to make it big in life with my abstract cornhusk sculpture installations, I could tell you that I don't actually know what I'm doing with my life, I could rattle off so many things about who I am and what I want to do and it honestly doesn't make a difference regardless of which one I tell you. My vagina is theoretically available to the highest bidder and that's all you care about while you are still on this page, remember? Style guide
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Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food yes, I read

sometimes I watch movies if Rotten Tomatoes says most people think it's good

The Daily Show, The Colbert Report to a slightly lesser extent, No Reservations, The Layover, Breaking Bad

I run a music blog mostly dedicated to UK dubstep but I like all kinds as long as it's good and seek to actively diversify my musical portfolio of good shit. I play a bit of piano and occasionally record in Reason, and plan to learn Ableton since they say you can do more with it

all of it
yes, I read

sometimes I watch movies if Rotten Tomatoes says most people think it's good

<i>The Daily Show</i>, <i>The Colbert Report</i> to a slightly lesser extent, <i>No Reservations</i>, <i>The Layover</i>, <i>Breaking Bad</i>

I run a music blog mostly dedicated to UK dubstep but I like all kinds as long as it's good and seek to actively diversify my musical portfolio of good shit. I play a bit of piano and occasionally record in Reason, and plan to learn Ableton since they say you can do more with it

all of it yes, I read

sometimes I watch movies if Rotten Tomatoes says most people think it's good

<i>The Daily Show</i>, <i>The Colbert Report</i> to a slightly lesser extent, <i>No Reservations</i>, <i>The Layover</i>, <i>Breaking Bad</i>

I run a music blog mostly dedicated to UK dubstep but I like all kinds as long as it's good and seek to actively diversify my musical portfolio of good shit. I play a bit of piano and occasionally record in Reason, and plan to learn Ableton since they say you can do more with it

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