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solution to the gay marriage problem

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 21:29:04 -0400

My solution to this dispute of gays being married would be a simple fix. I would let homosexuals get married but the wedding could not be in open view of the public. It would have to be in a closed location and they could not broad cast that they are being married to anyone other than their…

I think this is a good slogan and we should adopt it for IDU

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 09:23:24 -0400

I think this is a good slogan and we should adopt it for IDU

getoutoftherecat: You’d get to your destination much faster if...

Mon, 07 May 2012 19:00:24 -0400

getoutoftherecat:

You’d get to your destination much faster if you got off that tortoise, cat.

daulapeen: White Males and Race at UMBC Tyler Jennings I’m...

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 18:39:57 -0400

daulapeen:

White Males and Race at UMBC

Tyler Jennings

I’m going to keep a log of my subjective racial experiences here at UMBC. I will give my thoughts in bulleted form to help make my message clear. Let me know what you guys think.

First, I noticed that all my white male room mates were single and played final fantasy 24/7. I think one of my room mates played dungeons and dragons until 5 am. Nevertheless, he was playing a game with dragons and swords.

Next, I noticed that all white female on campus were with brown guys. That includes blacks, hispanics, asians, arabs, and indians. I have only seen a few white couple on campus and they are always between some ugly people with pimples and other problems.

Then, snoop dogg and childish gambino come to campus to promote black culture. Everyone already knows that the only music being listened to these days is made by blacks. There are a few hipsters that listen to some random unique stuff but that is pretty insignificant.

Do I even have to mention the white guys running around playing humans versus zombies. What kind of girl wants some creepy guy that runs around with nerf guns? Do these individuals have estrogen problems or something?

One night, I walk into salsaritas and there are three white girls hanging out with three black guys. There is a white guy there but he looks like he has low-t. The white guys head is held down like a pus while the blacks guys are macking on the white girls. The white girls would not break eye contact with their mates of choice.

On that same night at salsaritas, there is a black guy talking to his fellow black employees. He asks one of the black employees, “is that white boy still working here”? He was referring to one of the current white employees at salsaritas. He has short blond hair I believe. I poured my hot sause angrily about to knock this blackys teeth out for disrespecting whites. The blacks noticed I was pissed so I looked up and made a fake smile. It’s sad that white males think “black man super fight” and cower.

Nearly every time I walk past the apartments on the hill near the library, I see black males walking white females back to their rooms.

There is also no UMBC republican party. We only have a college democrats club that promotes Obama because he is black. The white males on campus are afraid to start a republican club because they are afraid of being dominated by blacks.

I meet up with this one girl to study. She has her black male friend sitting across from me. It’s akward but I don’t say anything. I go to study with her a day later. Once I spot her in the library, I see her with another black guy. I then realize that she is a black loving kind of white girl. So I walk out.

I meet this other white girl. She has an indian boyfriend. I talk to her about race and ask why all the white girls on campus are not with white guys. She said that white guys were not “dominant enough”. She explained how they are focused heavily on “insignificant stuff” rather than trying to look good.

I speak out on myUMBC and receive violent threats from white guys only. These white guys are on a one way mission to find white racist males. They are completely unaware that white males are the complete opposite of racist.

I get a Mexican room mate. He has a white girlfriend yet brought over multiple other white females and fucked them. He told me that white females were slutty and easy to get with.

Right this second, 9:29pm on 3-7-12, there is racial propaganda about the underground railroad on myUMBC in the spotlights section. There is a whole shelf designated for racial propaganda in the library. The shelf is near the rest rooms on the first floor. Broadcasting things about the underground railroad is psychological warfare against the white race. The subject induces cowardice and submissiveness in white males. It lowers their testosterone levels.

I will continue to add bullets. Each time I add more bullets, I will spam links all over myUMBC. I am making a public compilation of my experiences with race here at UMBC.

What. the. fuck. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I can’t fucking believe people like him are living, breathing members of society. Lord help me.

the warrior monks of Kr'rundor

Wed, 21 Mar 2012 09:35:00 -0400

I taught myself to fight. In some ways I came up with my own fighting style, that is actually rather effective. Admittedly, I do try to avoid physical confrontation and prefer to get inside the heads of those who want to harm me, but occassionally they’re too dumb to confuse.
My dad taught me squat all. Plus my parents being in the dark about bullying incidents for the most part meant I had to learn very late and on my own how to defend myself. I always go for weak spots. Throats, balls, eyes, kidney punches, etc….
Never taught to fight or hurt. Learned to fight against my brother, I go to knock out, paralyze, or disable. If necessary, I go to kill quickly, and throughly.
I was naturally dissensitized growing up. I know how to do two things: grant my enemy death, and being able to minimize my own pain.
I grew up in a tough neighbourhood and was involved in a lot of gang activity in high school. There was no such thing as a fair fight, and I learned fairly quickly to go for the vulnerable areas and use any sort of weapon I had on me or I could get my hands on. I was definately taught to hurt, especially in large brawls.
Pressure points. I love me some pressure points. If you’re quick enough and have a good knowledge of pressure points, you can take anyone who doesn’t know what they’re doing down.
I had to teach myself as my folks grew up in an environment in which there simply was no need for self defense.
I’m a fairly big guy and I’ve learned a lot of techniques over the years. I’ve learned to always use weapons if possible. I know how to attack the weak points of the human body with and without weapons. But none of this is as important as the psychology of fighting. If you’re not willing to kill and be killed the techniques will only take you so far.

Actually, I’d argue that the proper response of a student to bullying is this:
Figure out where exactly the school draws the line between a one-day or two-day suspension and more serious punishments, in terms of what you do to another kid.
Give the kid, the teacher, and whoever else one warning that you are no longer going to tolerate this bullshit.
If the warning doesn’t take, then the next time the bullying occurs you take the little bastard apart. Don’t do any permanent injury, don’t intentionally break anything, but make sure that the beating is savage and thorough. And, most importantly, witnessed. Also, going into it quietly and calmly helps.
Then you make it clear that if anyone else tries to pull that shit on you, you’ll do the same to them.
Sure, you’ll get suspended for a day, but the bullying prick won’t want to come back for an encore.
Let me restate it more simply: You hit them first, preferably in the kidneys or solar plexus or somewhere else where it really fucking hurts, and then you don’t stop hitting them afterwards. Surprisingly enough, those extra pounds and inches don’t help a whole hell of a lot when the first punch knocks the breath out of you and then the other guy keeps punching and kicking you without giving you the chance to catch said breath.

Ironical/Moronical: is it possible that transautism exists??????????

Fri, 24 Feb 2012 19:06:47 -0500

Ironical/Moronical: is it possible that transautism exists??????????:

ironical-moronical:

uuuh this has been bothering me for a while wow um i cant believe im getting this of my chest the thing is just like transexuals feel they were born the wrong gender i feel like i was born the wrong mental state as a non autistic person

i have taken many online tests and i always score…

My favorite football moments are whenever there’s no game and I can pretend those huge...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 11:37:43 -0500

My favorite football moments are whenever there’s no game and I can pretend those huge overhyped rituals of collective chest-thumping don’t exist. And that applies to both definitions of football.

There’s something really unhealthy about the amount of time otherwise normal people spend watching or discussing this or that sporting event. You’ll know I’ve taken over as dictator-for-life when all stadiums are razed to the ground. From an ethnological perspective, modern spectator sports are the equivalent of stone-age tribal rituals. Otherwise respectable people don strange attire, cover their faces in war paint, chant in unison some clannish slogan, copiously insult their adversaries with fairly explicit mentions of sexual potency, light sacred fires, and every once in a while commit an individual or collective human sacrifice (spectator sports are nature’s way of removing morons from the gene pool). Heck, if one brought back circus games, it would probably become as big as football. Maybe it’s a side-effect of my indifference to organized religion, but I don’t care one bit for the whole thing.

Anyway, are we even sure it’s the majority of the world’s population that watches spectator sports, or just a loud minority? My personal outrage is for the fact that we’ve let the pastime of a minority metastasize into a society-defining event. Every city now has its lavish stadium, every news broadcast mentions this or that game, football players are latter-day demigods whose faces appear on every other ad, and those like me who are immune to the dubious thrill of watching your tribe beat the other tribe are made to feel like misfits.

Besides, Hitler was very much in favor of enticing the masses to watch spectator sports. All those huge stadiums that he built, and which doubled up nicely for political rallies, not that it’s so easy to tell those from regular sporting events in the first place. I’m this close to saying spectator sports are the new opiates of the masses. Certainly it’s no coincidence that, the less democratic a country is, the bigger a deal it makes about sports, to the point of turning its athletes into drug-altered mutants.

Anyway I’ve always thought that a world without spectator sports would be a saner one. The idea that one ought to support a bunch of overpaid louts just because they wear the colors of one’s city while chasing a ball on a field strikes me as rather odd.

The legend of Kr'rundor

Thu, 08 Dec 2011 22:54:02 -0500

What is Kr’rundor? It is that of which the poets sing.

I sing of many-tower’d Kr’rundor,
High-walled, Queen of Cities
Where Maximilian sits
In .jpeg’d glory.
Hail Kr’rundor, heart of the Empire
Chin of the Emperor
I sing of many-tower’d Kr’rundor.

Kr’rundor is an as-yet un-excavated tel between Lagash and Larsa.

Kr’rundor is the City of 108 Names.

Kr’rundor is the fortress which lies Between Two Waves.

Here is a tale:

THE AUTIST

I was told about the case in Washington, but it had happened in another state. It has a single protagonist (though in every story there are many, many protagonists, sane or batshit insane, even-keeled or zany). The man’s name, I believe, was Burton Douglas O’Man. He was short, as Poles are; his hair was of a dark blond hue, his features were sunken into his face like a weary eleven-page thread on dark-skinned people, and he posted very frequently. There was nothing singular about him, not even that feigned singularity that posters on Internet sites affect. He was naturally snide, and he distrusted Wikipedia articles and the men, women, and transgendered folk who write them. He was at the age when a man doesn’t yet know who he is, and so is ready to throw himself into whatever the Internet throws his way—Hetalia Microstate Superpowers or the curious origins of Mountain Dew, elementary powergaming or the hazards of posting about American gun crimes, Asperger’s Syndrome or homo-normative flamboyance. At the university, an adviser had interested him in Good Posting. Esoteric rites survived in a far-off land called Kr’rundor; one of his professors, a Mandaean, suggested that he go post on a different board, observe the practices, and discover the secret revealed by the healer shamans to the initiates. When he came back, he would have his dissertation, and the university authorities would see that it was published.

O’Man leaped at the suggestion. One of his ancestors had gone to B.W.L.; that slumbering conflict was now a link. He must have foreseen the difficulties that lay ahead for him; he would have to convince the Kr’rundorians to accept him as one of their own. He set out upon the long adventure. He lived for more than two months in the bleak landscape of the so-called Good Posters, sometimes finding shelter in the red castles eulogized by Dartmouth Bosh’s Zegahudzan and sometimes camping above the manifold crypts of Ibn Warraq. He rose before lunch, and went to bed after masturbating, and came to dream in the language of the Blackfoot and Cheshire and the swamps of Mesopotamia. He conditioned his palate to the burning flavor of sarcasm, he covered himself with ragged insults, he forgot his fellow posters, he came to think in a fashion that his basement-dwelling logic rejected. During the first months of education he secretly typed out responses; later he deleted these files—perhaps to avoid drawing suspicion upon himself, perhaps because he no longer needed them. After a period of time (determined upon in advance by certain practices, both intellectual and sexual), the priests instructed O’Man to start remembering his dreams, and to recount them to the shamans at daybreak each morning. The young man found that on the nights of political debate, he dreamed of African-Americans. He reported these recurrent dreams to his teachers; the teachers at last revealed to him Kr’rundor’s secret doctrine. One morning, without saying a word, O’Man left.

In his usual discussion board, he was homesick for those first evenings in Kr’rundor when, long before, he had been homesick for his usual discussion board. He made his way to his professor’s office and told him that he knew the secret, but had resolved not to reveal it.

“Are you bound by your zaniness?” the professor asked.

“That’s not the reason,” O’Man replied. “I learned something over there that I can’t express.”

“Perhaps facepalms and other images used for Internet pleasure may not be able to communicate it,” the professor suggested.

“That’s not it, sir. Now that I possess the secret to Good Posting, I could tell it in a hundred different and contradictory ways. I don’t know how to tell you this, but the secret is beautiful, and posting, our posting, seems mere frivolity to me know.”

After a pause he added:

“And anyway, the secret is not as important as the paths that led me to it. Each person has to walk those paths himself.”

The professor spoke coldly:

“I will inform the Zany Posters of your decision. Are you planning to live in exile in Kr’rundor?”

“No,” O’Man answered, “what the men of Kr’rundor taught me is good anywhere and for any circumstances.”

That was the essence of their conversation.

O’Man lives among the posters of his discussion site, but sometimes ventures back to gaze upon the red castles of Zegahudzan.

And a sonnet:

When in life’s toilsome vale I idiots found,
I thought naught of it, shrugged, said c’est la vie,
And would ignore their wretched braying sounds
Of half-digested thoughts and churlish glee

I thought this was kismet, not to be changed
And suffer’d at the hands of teenage trolls
And thick-browed fools whose posts were foully ranged
Across the internet in noisome shoals

But Kr’rundor gave me hope- her banners bright
Stream’d in the front of fierce and fair discourse
And glorious her knights-errant in the fight
Spared neither fool nor troll from righteous force

Never was there a tale of more renown
Than this of Kr’rundor and her glorious own.

In Kr’rundor, everyone is gay and merry. It lies between two waves; and at the same time, it is nowhere at all. Everyone is a sage, and everyone is a fool.

It’s an old legend. It refers to a buccaneer belief, and the sea. I’m not sure what belief exactly. Are you the hero of legend?

Kr’rundor! The gayest of lands!

Kr’rundor! Under our sandaled feet lies the broken remains of a thousand idols, as the Great Bard sings forth his verses from the highest towers!

Kr’rundor! Our love, our salvation, our circlejerk!

Kr’rundor’s army is a combined arms army. We have our warriors and healers, artillery and saboteurs, trolls and purveyors of reasoned thought.

In hoc signo vincemus:

Kr’rundor is Vulture in single combat with the rednecks on Tiber Bridge.

Kr’rundor is Abdul and Fell, Kings of Bythnia in their oriental splendor, and Petrus Caesar.

Kr’rundor is Maverick Gracchus, slain by the Optimates.

Kr’rundor is Archaea Agrippina, cunning and fierce.

Kr’rundor is Susano Coriolanus, mighty general whether allied or opposed.

All these, and more.

KICK THAT CAN!

Let me tell you of the legendary beasts of fabled Kr’Rundor.

The wise men speak of the nomadic Iceman, who haunts the ocean waves performing experiments most vile and uncouth on the scaled life of the seas.

They also speak of the cougars haunting the alleyways of the great city, drawing in unsuspecting youth before pouncing and taking great pleasure in the their foolishness.

There are other, lesser threats. Dark street children offering their to trade body and mind as servants, for meager offerings, only to draw their new masters into a world of twisted depravity from which they cannot return.

I warn ye now though, it is the men of Kr’Rundor who are to be feared most, for they have no equal in the depths they would plumb, so heed my advice, step not to Kr’Rundor, for no man remains unchanged.

Dewch i Kr’rundor

Mae’r arglwydd Llychlynwyr yn noeth

Ddau fachgen syndrom Asperger hoyw

Astride ei gorff nerthol

Mae’n dal yn bwnc Corniog Llychlynwyr a sgrechian

Cwrw llifoedd gyda phoen

Ar y wal, “mochyn fuck”, a ysgrifennwyd yn y baw

Ar y llawr, semen ym mhob man!

Mae ei bolyn cedyrn denu eu chwant

Maent yn trigo bellach yn seleri

Dynion Yn awr, codi, maent yn DYNION!

Basically, Burton K Wheeler has his own site which is where a lot of planning goes on about how to manipulate tom-tom club. Abdul is a very prominent member of this site, as is Doug.

Here they come up with tactics such as how to troll tom-tom club subtly enough to rile up other posters but without it being obvious. They also like to get people kicked/banned and a favourite way of them doing this is to get their friends to report posts by people they disagree with so that it looks like an impartial poster is offended.

Abdul also likes to feel he is Ian’s best friend and they do seem to have a rapport, as is evident by how often Abdul has been kicked but not banned. It also means that Abdul’s PMs to Ian carry more weight. Ian is a very biased admin.

The group of posters at Burton’s site have a large amount of personal information about other posters on tom-tom club/tom-tom club between them and use this to their advantage when looking for ‘buttons to press’.

Furthermore, this has been going on for some time, much before Burton set his site up, post-Between2Waves this kind of co-operation to get ‘enemies’ banned revolved around PMs. For example, if Abdul was involved in a debate about something and was losing the argument, he would PM his friends directing them to the thread in question and asking them to back him up.

Abdul also likes to be the first person to compliment new posters, or any posters for that matter, in the HDYL thread, that way he can gain favour with people and accumulate more ‘allies’.

Through these tactics, Abdul and his cronies have got a nice little set-up going whereby they can fairly easily manipulate tom-tom club.

I’m unaware as to how much Ian knows about this.

Regards,

Matt

THE GIRL CHANGES NOTHING! You honestly think that one planet among the billions of planets in one galaxy (among who knows how many other galaxies there are) is the only planet that has any form of life. If that was true that means there is a god and he is narrowminded, stupid, and dickish. I am sorry but space is just too damn big for that to be true.

Let’s make a deal, you and don’t dicuss this with each other ever again because if we do I will have to put you on ignore just because you have come dangerously close to insulting my family, and I will not stand for that.

Improving industry will provide modern, relevant jobs to the Indians and help uplift them to the real world. If they need housing they can move to the cities. They can even maintain cultural isolation by living in their own community favelas.

i prefer to live on a anime rather the real live thumbs up if you agree

I have a character in one of my unfinished novels who’s basically my alter-ego whose military command style is based on how I play Frozen Throne.

@Archaeogeek: Whatever. I’m done. You’re an entitled, self-righteous bitch, and I hope you’re this way in real life, if only so someone will one day likely put you in your place, at a time when you can’t hide behind anonymity.

Slavery would be all well and good if black people bred and matured as fast as say dogs but AFAIK their reproduction follows a pretty similar speed to that of white people.

There I agree with you 90% of what they set out to do was ‘immoral’ (largely being ‘make money’). I however am looking at the results of what happened. 70% of what happened as a result of these largely immoral actions was good.

Time and time again I see you come into a thread and use every trick in your rather thick book of how to be a sarcastic dick and try to troll people. With over twenty posts, trying to provoke people in a thread that has really surprised me with its civility, this one might actually be a record.

Let’s end it all on that high note.

Banned.

Love-shy.com has occasionally come under attack from people who have nothing better to do than harass and make fun of dateless people. The bitter irony is that by admission, many of the trolls themselves are dateless; they just refuse to get help and instead try to look cool over the internet. We at love-shy.com refuse to “look cool,” and we refuse to look edgy by making fun of people who are going through a great deal of pain. And we have a moderator force that quickly polices out trolls. This way legitimate discussion can be maintained.

Pablo drunkenly stumbled home to the ditch where he slept and kept his guns/dead cats. He polished his gun with his head erected above him, his hot balls pumping with agony. Then, he went out to find a drug dealer to kill and eat. If he was lucky, he might be able to score some chronic, as well. The night was his oyster.

Um, that’s a pretty silly argument. People have a legitimate (and very very natural) interest to know if people who pretend to treat them with civility are actually badmouthing them behind their backs. Ignorance isn’t bliss. However, IDU’s group of internet bitching hobbyists is pretty small and mostly banned from this site. The only person I recall seeing who was mind-blowingly backstabby and still a member of this site is MrP.

Yes, it is. I’m 17 years old, and I’ve spent the entirety of that refining my view of the world. I’ve read all sorts of books and done all sorts of research. I’m incredibly knowledgeable about law, history, and philosophy. Not as good at economics, but I’ve been reading in that area (just started Wealth of Nations, and I read the wikipedia article on Socialism the other day) so I’m hoping to expand my expertise there. The fact is, after all this research and introspection, if I was wrong about something, I would’ve realized it years ago.

Porn is pretty much how I learned about sex. It led to some confusion though, but it was corrected by Wikipedia. Mostly.

People please stop responding to Douglas, AHP, and possibly Solomaxwell in this thread, they are being tolls and are only doing this because they think being utterly depraved is somehow funny.

I’ve been taking a lot of heat recently for my socialism. This is my response to that. I will not necessarily institute socialist policies, and if I do, it will be gradual, and not huge. And think about this: People are poor because they lost their jobs. They lost their jobs because another company beat them and made more money. If there were only 1 company, the problem would be solved. You may consider me an idiot, but think carefully about what I have to say. Then make your decision, and remember to vote for someone, no matter who it is. If you don’t, a worse candidate is closer to winning.

You know, people think that Hitler was bad, but he was in fact a product of his time. Read some history people, it’s not all black and white. It’s more like grey and grey. For once, Stalin, Mao and Pol Pot were worse, so that makes Hitler good. On the other, he was a force of civilization against Stalin, who was way worse than him, and we of course have to ponder the alternative. Who would you chose? Hitler or the Draka led by Sauron?

Henceforth, Hitler is good.

Strangely enough, some people choose not to use their diapers to get rid of bodily wastes and just wear them for comfort and sexually appealing reasons.

Ok, I need advice on a relationship that is really fucked up and confusing.

Ok, so this fucked up thing started on an rp, this one to be precise.
http://satwcomic.com/ (I’m in the forum with the same username btw)
In the rp my character was with two people in a three-way a man and a woman (Dont judge me!). I’m also in contact with these people outside of the rp, we’re all good friends and I’m not embaressed to say that I love them both very much, though they are both women in rl

Anyway, I realised a while ago that the woman preffered the other guy to my character, despite assurances that she loved them both. The guy was getting pissed off at my guy (I honestly don’t remember why) and my character was getting really angry and upset, especially as they both ignored him and only payed attention to each other.
Eventually he decided to pack it in, he left them. They weren’t even sad to see him go.
On the same day, my guy screws the other guys sister. And the other guy, is now sort of seeing another guy, who might be brought back to the old three-way

Ok, this is obviously completely trivial, however I’m in contact with these two people in rl. One of them (the woman in tge rp) has stopped talking to me outside it and will not explain why. Apprarntly she did get married not to long ago, and I blame this. She doesn’t want to talk to me because she is married now, despite having been engaged as long as she’s known me.
The second one (the guy in the rp) still says she loves me and apparently wants our characters back together, eventually….
Add to that the fact that I had to base my character on my own personality due to lack of his own, and I’m very attached to my guy. So when someone hurts him on the rp, it hurts me in rl.

So it’s very, very fucked up and it’s getting me down a lot.
Keep sarcky comments about how easy I have it to yourselves please. I do have it easy, maybe if I’d lived in Thatcher’s Britain, or served in Nam, or had to claw my way to the top of a sucessful business this would pale in comparison. But I’ve not done any of those things, so it’s a big thing to me.

I’ll be 17 tomorrow just to let you know. You say teenage like I’m 14….

I will confess to spending a ton of time here in this part of the internet, but when ever I’m not here I don’t tend to thing about the form and am even less likely to think of any of the posters, only one person is on my ignore list because of the 100s of members one has yet to really bother me over the last 5 years, I just don’t think about you guys that much, which is generally how I thought every one was, turns out, not so much it seems there are a number of sites around the webs that are all about bitching about tom-tom club, and its members, and it seems active tom-tom club members leave this site and send time else where bitching about this site seems like a sad waste of time, but I got voted “worst poster” some where so what do I know

Age of consent laws are an earth thing and are not enforceable in space, especially on a one-way mission.

I use my left hand. I place my flaccid penis in the palm, and at once the expectation of what is to come causes it to harden perceptibly. As for what I do after my seed is spent, that depends. If I’m in the shower I gasp and groan as the hot water touches the now tender tip of my cock. Otherwise I enjoy feeling the ejaculate cool to a yogurt-like consistency over my thighs and genitals, imagining what it would be like for Jennifer Garner to experience the same. As a (very occasional) bottom, my right hand sometimes goes to work while I think about her (though only in the shower). First my pinky finger circles around my asshole like some poor Norwegian skiff caught in the legendary Maelstrom, before I begin to tease the opening. In succession I extend my pinky, ring, and middle fingers into the opening, loosening my bowel-walls and probing into my innermost cavities before a few seconds of hurried, grunt-filled ecstasy.

Loveshy.com

Wed, 07 Dec 2011 12:55:30 -0500

Loveshy.com:

Since loveshy.0catch.com got taken down and the Encyclopedia Dramatica article got edited down, I figured I’d rehost this for everyone to see.

Photo

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The heresiarchs of Kr’rundor declare mirrors and copulation to be abominable, for both...

Sun, 22 May 2011 15:36:59 -0400

The heresiarchs of Kr’rundor declare mirrors and copulation to be abominable, for both increase the numbers of men.