So that's why all stewardesses are graded based on looks, and that even the men look particularly handsome.Originally Posted by Nessus
So that's why all stewardesses are graded based on looks, and that even the men look particularly handsome.
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
The time and expertise some people got on their hands.
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
That's astonishing!
Love it.
Not to mention money! I've heard that setup costs something like 50k.
The time and expertise some people got on their hands.
Speaking of costly setups. Guess who was able to talk to the guy who produced this video when he premiered it in 4k?
Spoiler:
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
Damn, you're straight up intertwined in the video everyone is passing around this week.
I must admit it feels gratifying to an extent.
He did showcase a video about Fiji that I loved too, but haven't seen it up on his webpage yet.
Edit: Scratch that, here it is.
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
tee hee
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
This just proves Obama is an ivory tower elitist, see.
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
For the fourth or fifth time, I dislike the smug politicization of this thread.
It's worth pointing out that ranges of percentage points are sorta random and inconsistent. If they did simple 10 basis-point gradation it would look different.
Mod hat on, or mod hat off?
. . .
Off of course.
I don't think you'd prefer the Pony avalanche, though
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Depends on how gory it would be.
Maybe it's about time you'd realise no one's really interested about your likes and dislikes with regard to this thread
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
So if every day I just post a photo of a starving child or a failing school and snicker that it's Ziggy's fault, you won't mind?Maybe it's about time you'd realise no one's really interested about your likes and dislikes with regard to this thread
I dunno, is it Ziggy's fault?
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
I don't know! It's so confusing...
Well then.
The light that once I thought compassion still casting shadows in your action
The words you shared were cold transactions that bring me to curse what you've done
When you're up there absorbed in greatness with such success you've grown complacent
I hope you scorch your many faces when you fly too close to the sun
The solution is to post more pictures.
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
The snowflakes I have yet to finish (were supposed to be Christmas gifts...so much for that...) have the same eyes as Plushie Hitler...also they're white...
...also if you force it you can make his stache into a rectangular open mouth...
. . .
What?
Uhm, go for it. I won't mind. It would be just a little more batshit insane than your recent posts and chances are I won't even raise an eyebrow.\
Now go forth and enjoy Barcelona for Christopher's sake.
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
Sometimes I think TWF is a place where cyber bullying can really be seen as a concern. It seems that you really go into stinging with accuracy & punishing force. I guess that's at least one pitiable trait among you adults that I otherwise fancy tirelessly.
Tomorrow is like an empty canvas that extends endlessly, what should I sketch on it?
I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
I could have been somebody. Instead of a bum
Which is what I am
I aim at the stars
But sometimes I hit London
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