The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.
Steampunk was a cool idea 15 years ago. Now it's apparently just synonymous with Emo + goggles. That girl might be pretty if she would lose the fake pubic eye lashes and the 5 lbs of metal pierced through her head and run a fucking comb through her stupidly-dyed emo hair.
Some people are for looking at. I could look at her a lot. These people are special because they're rare. Within the rare group of people who are for looking at, there are all the usual personalities. One day I hope to meet a person who is also beautiful on the inside, but it seems that being beautiful on the outside results in the inside getting broken by unwanted attention from onlookers who aren't people that the 'person who is for looking at', wants to look back at. Shame, that...
I'm not gonna nay-say. She's beautiful and she's doing something she clearly enjoys, what's there to complain about? Pick on her if you feel you're as brave as her to expose yourself and your creativity to the world, else go on being the ogre you are.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed. Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.
I wish this monkeys would please to caress my shaft and balls. I get no the love from my wife. She is retarded. I would like to dive into monkey pussy with hot, smegma-covered shaft. Thank you Michael Skvortsov virtualcity@mail.ru http://www.flickr.com/photos/32619376@N06/
Hurray for StumbleUpon. She models all the time. I have her on my DevWatch. It's just her style to do shots that most people wouldn't ever even consider. She seems like a very nice person, and it's not like she dresses up like this every day for the hell of it (although I'm sure she enjoys it). She also makes a lot of the stuff she wears including hairfalls, etc. I'm personally not into wearing a lot of makeup, exposing myself, or wearing most of the clothing in her photos, but I still appreciate the fact that she does.
Actually my wife and I are steampunks. While you guys are making fun of steampunks and talking about how much you hate steampunk, we are some of the most accepting group of people you will find. We don't discriminate against anyone and anyone can join in and have fun in the steampunk subculture. The young lady in the above photograph is quite attractive and while she may not be everyone's cup of tea, she certainly is the cup of tea for quite a few people in a couple of subcultural groups. Steampunk is all about fun and expression and while you lot may not go for that sort of thing we all do. Before condemning us, maybe you should get to know a steampunk and see what kind of people we are, you just might find out that we are nicer than you think.
But there will be people who hate anything for whatever reason. It doesn't need to make sense, they are simply all about hating. Like its a hobby.
However, hate is a fear-response. And we only fear that which threatens us. So the question is, WHY does Steampunk threaten ANON? This person is afraid of a polite group of people in dashing clothing? This person is afraid of people who prize intellect and acceptance? Or is it the creative aspect that threatens ANON? In any case the flaw, I would posit, rests with ANON... who evidently feels powerless against respectful, nattily dressed genre fans and feels the need to act out.
As for the statement "Steampunk was a cool idea 15 years ago", I cannot argue the letter of the statement. It WAS cool 15 years ago. It is also still VERY cool TODAY. Simply because more people have come to this "genre without a flagship" and gotten involved doesn't mean that it is suddenly "uncool". Divining a little subtext, I suspect what S was really saying amounts to, "When it was nearly completely unknown, even among the fandom, Steampunk's exclusivity made it cool."
Which, by any current standard of the fandom, is antithetical.
About the young lady above: I agree she is extremely physically attractive. In the proper story context, he clothing is completely acceptable as Steampunk. She's obviously not subscribing to the "neo-Victorian" track, but Steampunk is a fantasy genre... not a strict historical re-creationist society. (Not that strict historical re-creation isn't appreciated and accepted as well!)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
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I LIKE MONKEYS
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.
I like monkeys
Liking Monkeys
This is the best comment since the beginning of commenting.
I like monkes is like one of the oldest things on the internet. Man you can't claim that yourself. That girl is hot though
man.. monkeys are awesome.. and agreed.. this steampunk lady is pretty ridiculously hot..
Marry Me? :)
There are two groups of people I would advocate genocide against. Steampunks are one.
ill pass
Steampunk was a cool idea 15 years ago. Now it's apparently just synonymous with Emo + goggles. That girl might be pretty if she would lose the fake pubic eye lashes and the 5 lbs of metal pierced through her head and run a fucking comb through her stupidly-dyed emo hair.
Some people are for looking at. I could look at her a lot.
These people are special because they're rare.
Within the rare group of people who are for looking at, there are all the usual personalities.
One day I hope to meet a person who is also beautiful on the inside, but it seems that being beautiful on the outside results in the inside getting broken by unwanted attention from onlookers who aren't people that the 'person who is for looking at', wants to look back at.
Shame, that...
I'm not gonna nay-say. She's beautiful and she's doing something she clearly enjoys, what's there to complain about? Pick on her if you feel you're as brave as her to expose yourself and your creativity to the world, else go on being the ogre you are.
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she's well fit! wow :|
I want to coat her entire body in a layer of semen.
I LIKE MONKEYS
I like monkeys.
The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand each. I decided not to
look a gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.
I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.
I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.
Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.
I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.
I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.
I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.
I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.
I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.
I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.
I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.
I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.
I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.
I like monkeys
what the HELL is wrong with this person?!
I wish this monkeys would please to caress my shaft and balls. I get no the love from my wife. She is retarded. I would like to dive into monkey pussy with hot, smegma-covered shaft. Thank you
Michael Skvortsov
virtualcity@mail.ru
http://www.flickr.com/photos/32619376@N06/
i fucking hate women.
I even want her to keep herself just as she is while I fill her punk with steam...
She looks too emo... and pale. Not my preference 4 sho'. Steampunk electronics == WIN, steampunk girl == need to be desperate to consider tapping her
Pretty sick! Just not a big fan of her in general.
Hurray for StumbleUpon. She models all the time. I have her on my DevWatch. It's just her style to do shots that most people wouldn't ever even consider. She seems like a very nice person, and it's not like she dresses up like this every day for the hell of it (although I'm sure she enjoys it). She also makes a lot of the stuff she wears including hairfalls, etc. I'm personally not into wearing a lot of makeup, exposing myself, or wearing most of the clothing in her photos, but I still appreciate the fact that she does.
I'm a straight woman, rather straight-laced in general... I think she's kinda hot.
Actually my wife and I are steampunks. While you guys are making fun of steampunks and talking about how much you hate steampunk, we are some of the most accepting group of people you will find. We don't discriminate against anyone and anyone can join in and have fun in the steampunk subculture. The young lady in the above photograph is quite attractive and while she may not be everyone's cup of tea, she certainly is the cup of tea for quite a few people in a couple of subcultural groups. Steampunk is all about fun and expression and while you lot may not go for that sort of thing we all do. Before condemning us, maybe you should get to know a steampunk and see what kind of people we are, you just might find out that we are nicer than you think.
Well put, DMAN762000.
But there will be people who hate anything for whatever reason. It doesn't need to make sense, they are simply all about hating. Like its a hobby.
However, hate is a fear-response. And we only fear that which threatens us. So the question is, WHY does Steampunk threaten ANON? This person is afraid of a polite group of people in dashing clothing? This person is afraid of people who prize intellect and acceptance? Or is it the creative aspect that threatens ANON? In any case the flaw, I would posit, rests with ANON... who evidently feels powerless against respectful, nattily dressed genre fans and feels the need to act out.
As for the statement "Steampunk was a cool idea 15 years ago", I cannot argue the letter of the statement. It WAS cool 15 years ago. It is also still VERY cool TODAY. Simply because more people have come to this "genre without a flagship" and gotten involved doesn't mean that it is suddenly "uncool". Divining a little subtext, I suspect what S was really saying amounts to, "When it was nearly completely unknown, even among the fandom, Steampunk's exclusivity made it cool."
Which, by any current standard of the fandom, is antithetical.
About the young lady above: I agree she is extremely physically attractive. In the proper story context, he clothing is completely acceptable as Steampunk. She's obviously not subscribing to the "neo-Victorian" track, but Steampunk is a fantasy genre... not a strict historical re-creationist society. (Not that strict historical re-creation isn't appreciated and accepted as well!)
She is gorgeous.