Baseball is shit.

We don't have any spare change fuck off

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Putin is a peacemaker to naive idiots who don't follow up on the Syrian conflict

He's a warmonger to those who only listen to the Western media

Russia is Western, though

FUCK YOU BITCH GO SUCK CNN NIGGER COCK YOU FUCKING FAGGOT CUCK

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lmao challenger is so pissy

"racism is ok when it's directed at somebody I dislike"

Please log out and tie a plastic bag around your head.

sexism is far worse than racism, but yeah, racist joke =/= actual racism

Nobody gives a fuck, dude. I don't know why you write these posts out detailing and explaining your point of view as if anybody takes you seriously.

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"racism is ok when it's directed at somebody I dislike"

then dont misrepresent my point of view

and dont bitch about racism when you're a huge sexist

That is your point of view. You're a huge hypocrite.

Protecting women's dignity isn't sexist and it never will be. You can stop whining now.

Women have the right to choose if they want to have "dignity" (i.e. your version of gender roles), and if so, they can defend it themselves. Thinking you need to protect them is extremely sexist.

How can they defend their dignity when they're being taught from a young age to degrade themselves?

That's the best part

lmao challenger is so pissy

"racism is ok when it's directed at somebody I dislike"

Please log out and tie a plastic bag around your head.

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>let

I mean, if god had raped me by making me a sand nigger like you I wouldn't think of it as consensual either.

Why is this your go to response any time I send a little banter your way? Are you seriously that offended that your only response is "FUCKING NIGGER IM BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE SPOILED MILK WHEN I TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF"

lol, looks like somebody is angry
maybe time for a nap soon

delet this

you r n

The funny thing is that was your reaction to me alluding to you having been raped.

desty level logic tbh

>I let men fuck me in the ass
>"let"
>"FUCKING NIGGER IF I WAS A NIGGER LIKE YOU I'D *incoherent crap that makes no sense*"

Ok lmao

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>let

I mean, if god had raped me by making me a sand nigger like you I wouldn't think of it as consensual either.

Why is this your go to response any time I send a little banter your way? Are you seriously that offended that your only response is "FUCKING NIGGER IM BETTER THAN YOU BECAUSE I LOOK LIKE SPOILED MILK WHEN I TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF"

lol, looks like somebody is angry
maybe time for a nap soon

epic win my dude you trolled me hard wow I wish I could be like you one day xDDD

>let

No

Learn Arabic and do PMC work.

Quote from: Flee on October 07, 2016, 07:18:12 AM

A brief remark in response to some of the other comments in this thread though. It takes a very considerable amount of time and effort to become fluent enough in a language that it will actually help you in business, politics and the likes. I don't know the exact situation Door is in, but it sounds like it's just a basic college education where you're free to drop and take a few random classes.

If I'm right about that and this is the case, what you choose won't matter much at all. By the end of your class, you will not have more than a basic understanding of the language and you won't be anywhere near the level of being able to deal with complicated topics like business, law and politics. You'll be able to understand some things and, maybe, get around in a foreign country by relying on a limited vocabulary, but that's about it.

Point being: it's neat to learn another language, but don't make a choice based on the idea that a few years of a basic college introduction into another language will open up business prospects. If you get to that point, you'll be involved with actual translators or use a language all parties are comfortable in (which will be English). It's nice to know the basics, but unless you're fluent it's almost negligible in business practices. So pick something you think you'll like.

Thing is, I really want to become fluent in whatever I learn. I want to find a language that I find myself wanting to study and practice.

This is part of what made Latin so frustrating- I struggled to even begin studying because the material was intimidating and I couldn't find any way to apply it at my level beyond doing exercises, nor could I make it fun (my professor told me to stop trying to outsmart Latin). So I put off studying until the last minute every time, and I ended up falling behind. It was a tough chore that stressed me out, which is not at all what I expected it to be.

My hope is that, with a living language, I can find foreign imageboards and other kinds of content to immerse myself in, so that I don't have that problem. There's a whole lot of Russian and German media out there, and millions of people I can speak to, many of whom share my interests. That's just not the case with Latin.

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HOW TO LOSE WEIGHT IN 4 EASY STEPS

I’ve spent the past year losing 80 lbs and getting in shape. A lot of people have been asking me how I did it; specifics like what diet I was on, how many times a week I worked out, etc etc. So I thought I’d just answer everyone's questions by giving you guys step by step instructions on how you can achieve everything I have… IN JUST 4 EASY STEPS! Ready? Here we go!!!

1.) NO BEER
This is a big one, and one that you’ve probably heard before. Every time you drink a beer, it’s like eating seven slices of bread. That’s a lot of bread!

2.) PORTION CONTROL
This is especially true when you go out to eat at restaurants. A good trick to do is when your meal comes, cut it in half and right away ask for a takeout container, so that you can save the rest for later - and even better, if you start your meal out right by ordering lean meats and veggies, you’ll slim down in no time!

3.) HAVE YOUR HEART BROKEN
And not just broken; shattered. Into itsy bitsy tiny little pieces, by a girl who never loved you and never will. Join the gym at your work. Start going to the gym regularly, and even though you don’t know that much about exercise and you’re way too weak to do pretty much anything but lift 5 lb weights and use the elliptical machines with the old people, do it until your sweat makes a puddle on the floor. Then go home and go to bed early and the next day do it again. And then again. And then again.
Listen to stories of your ex-girlfriend -blam!-ing around with gross and terrible people, stories from your friends who think they are doing you a favor. Go to the gym and make more puddles of sweat. Buy books. Learn about different muscle groups and how they work together. Start eating healthy. Learn about nutrition. Plan out your week of meals. Try to forget her.
After work one night, go up up up all the way to the top floor of the parking garage and walk all the way to the back. Look out at the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers of downtown Los Angeles and think about how every single one of those office lights represents a person. Try to imagine how they feel. What they’re doing right then; if they miss someone special, if they wonder if someone special misses them. Then realize that most of those lights are probably shining into offices with no one in them except for a custodian or two. Realize you are alone, that you are staring at no one. Turn your collar up against the cold and drive home to a meal of a single chicken breast and steamed vegetables. Go to sleep. Go back to work. Go to the gym. Sweat.
Buy a scale. Pick a goal weight. Imagine the goal weight as a shining beacon on a hill. You are at the bottom, in the dark. Talk to her at work. Notice the awkward way she walks in high heels and her goofy smile when she looks over at you. Feel something clench inside your chest. Think about the gym and what muscle groups you are going to work that night.
Get on the treadmill. Push yourself to level 3, then level 4. Then 6. Run so fast you feel like you are going to die. Hit level 10. Pray for death. Think of how bad she makes you feel. Find the strength to keep going.
Late one night, make the mistake of looking at her Facebook and Instagram posts. Feel lower than you ever thought possible. Unfriend her and try to forget what you’ve seen. She is doing things with other people that you asked her to do with you. She is having a great time without you, and you are wasting your life listening to Taylor Swift on repeat and making sweat puddles on a gym floor.
Watch as your life shrinks down to four things: 1.) work, 2.) the gym, 3.) the food you eat, 4.) sleep. She wears the necklace you bought her and tells you that she got it “from someone who’s really special”. That night you discover that Slayer’s “Angel of Death” might be the perfect song to do squats to.
Start to make friends at the gym. Vince and you spot each other on Wednesdays; Chase and you spot each other on Fridays. You used to look down on bro nods and fist bumps - but since that's how gym rats communicate, that's become the language you speak most often. Work, Gym, Food, Sleep. Over and over. More sweat puddles. More fist bumps. You run hundreds of miles and lift thousands of pounds.
You start to see new people working out here and there and you realize you have done something you once thought impossible: You have become one of the regulars. Once in a while, you are the last one leaving the gym. You make a point to get to the gym earlier, but your workouts start to stretch from one hour to ninety minutes to two hours. You are now routinely the last person at the gym. You run. You lift. You make more puddles.
Your body changes slowly, then all at once - you are suddenly thin and muscular. You hit your goal weight, pick a new one, then hit it again. You go out and buy new clothes. You receive wave after wave of compliments. Your ex tells you that she’s seeing someone else. Your chest clenches. You feel exhausted.
That night you go to the gym. You listen to all her favorite songs. You run farther and lift more than you thought your body was capable of. It is a good workout. It leaves you numb. You go home and eat a single chicken breast and steamed vegetables. You go to sleep. You dream of a bottomless black puddle.
You’ve stopped drinking alcohol months ago, so now when you hang out at bars or parties you don’t talk to anyone new. But with your new body and new clothes, gorgeous women hit on you constantly. One time, a woman literally comes up to you and says she thinks you’d be good in bed and hands you a napkin with her number on it. As she is talking to you, her hand resting on your chest inside your shirt, all you can think of is how badly you need to beat your best time sprinting across the park across from your house the next day. That night when you get home you research the best shoes for trail running and click “buy”. The shoes are a hundred dollars. The phone number goes in the trash.
There is a girl you see a lot at the gym, who always does these weird leg exercises you’ve never seen before. She’s beautiful. You make it a point to not look at her - because you are overly worried about looking creepy like that guy in the blue shirt who never wears underwear and always hangs around the lat pulldown machine - but you notice this girl is always at the gym when you are, and seems to always choose the bench next to you. You turn up the Slayer and concentrate on making your puddles bigger.
Your ex parades her new boyfriend around, flatly ignoring you the entire time. He is taller than you, more ripped than you, better looking than you, and - according to the Greek chorus of your mutual friends - he comes from money. As you watch her introduce him to everyone but you, you remember how her blue eyes lit up underneath the ferris wheel on her birthday when you gave her those bracelets she’s wearing. In your pocket, your hand makes itself into a fist.
That night, you deadlift your body weight. You sneak a photo of yourself in the mirror and email it to yourself with the subject heading “You Are A Warrior”. The next day you are disgusted with yourself and delete it.
You make puddle after puddle after puddle and eat single chicken breasts and work and sleep and the weather gets warm and then gets cold and you know all of Taylor Swift's songs by heart and the only things that exist in the entire universe are you and The Gym and then something different happens: a night comes where you are not the last person in the gym.
It is you and the girl who does the weird leg exercises. You end up walking out at the same time.
Her name is Melissa and she works in the building next to you. She’s worked there for two years. She asks you out to dinner on Friday, promising it’ll be healthy. The leg exercises are Pivoting Curtsy Lunges.
You start seeing Melissa a lot, both inside the gym and out. You tell no one. You add a couple cheat days to your week - for when you two get dinner and share dessert - and you start getting a lot less sleep. You phase out Slayer in favor of Springsteen. Vince and Chase note that you’ve stopped looking like you’re praying for death when you run. Your ex texts you late at night to ask you out to coffee, but you don’t write her back. You can’t remember the last time you fantasized about puddles.
One night you're walking Melissa to her car in the parking garage and she is parked up up up all the way on the top floor. She says she wants to show you something and she takes your hand and leads you all the way to the back. You both stand there in the dark looking out over the twinkling lights of the skyscrapers of downtown Los Angeles.
"Isn't it beautiful?" She says. "All those lights."
You tell her that yes, it’s beautiful, but it makes you sad. All those pretty lights mean nothing; they're just shining into cold lonely offices with nobody in them. Melissa squeezes your hand and says yes, each light is an empty office - but they're only empty because the people have all gone home for the day. All those twinkling lights aren't sad; each one is a person who’s at home, happy with the one they love. And how romantic is that?
You look at her in the lights and she smiles. Something in your chest expands.
Late one Sunday afternoon you are writing out your rent check and realize it’s been exactly a year since you started working out. You think of all those miles you've run and those pounds you've lifted and chicken you've eaten and puddles you've made. It doesn't seem that bad. You realize that it’s not about hitting a goal weight, or lifting a weight. It’s about being able to wait. Waiting, being patient, and trusting that life will slowly inch along and things will eventually get better. After all, change takes time.
But time is all it takes.

4.) NO FRUIT JUICE
Too much sugar!!!

Are you a sociopath or do you just not understand how fear works?

I'm supposed to wait for some creepy dude dressed as a clown to attack me before I defend myself? I'm supposed to just laugh it off if a clown jumps out of a bush chasing and scaring young women?

There's nothing legal or morally correct about this. You have no legal excuse to chase, scare, and harass people without their consent. Not to mention how scummy it is.

Quote from: challengerX on October 06, 2016, 09:57:29 AM

Jays should win this

You follow baseball?

I used to, and knowing the Jays they got this one in the bag.

Rap before it was taken and distorted by the Jew to encourage blacks to behave like wild animals.

I take a shower sometimes