I'm so disappointed that you won't play anymore. But hey, maybe I'll go invent a flying car with all the free time I'll have now instead of joining you in whining about the future of the planet! After my Mommy changes my diapers of course. Cheers.
Profanity? Please. Did I offend your virgin ears with a word like, "shit"? Or maybe it was the "dammit" that offended you.
Please explain how "our environment" is being "screwed over". Is that one of those "we're all in this thing together, so you'd better agree with me, or else" attitudes?
I'm a troll for expressing my opinion that much said on this topic is fuzzy-headed, misguided science-fiction. OK, gotcha. I see where you're coming from and now understand the nature of your response.
So what? Do you know who your great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents were? Do you care?
Do you think humanity at large gives a shit about you, me or Einstein? One day this big ole rotating rock is gonna be without living stuff on it, but it ain't gonna happen anytime soon (or it could happen tomorrow). Spare me the long-term, we-are-so-important self-congratulatory global benevolence attitute and invent me a flying car, dammit.
Nice to see that gnuman99 is looking out for the long-term survival for the rest of us 5,999,9999,999 humans as he peers out mom's basement window. Keep it up guy, eventually you'll change the world and we'll all have you to thank for it! Moron.
I have a 30 incher for my Windows desktop and a 17" MacBook Pro.
I bought these to overcompensate for my extremely small penis.
I currently masturbate using a microscope and tweezers.
Wait, did I just say that last part out loud?
I don't see what the concern is. I'll take a wild guess and propose that trained security types already know to look for body language and behaviour that indicate nervousness. People do this all the time when dealing with others; the only time this is not observed is when typing on the internet like I'm doing now.
A man walks into a bar the day after he got totally blitzed there.
"Bartender", he said, "don't give me any more of that
Rolling Rock. Last night after I left here, I went home and blew
CHUNKS!"
"Well, how much did you drink?", asked thebartender.
"I lost count after 23."
"Well, what do you expect? Anyone would puke after drinking 23 beers!"
"No, you don't understand", explained the man,..........
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I'm so disappointed that you won't play anymore. But hey, maybe I'll go invent a flying car with all the free time I'll have now instead of joining you in whining about the future of the planet! After my Mommy changes my diapers of course. Cheers.
Excellent point.
Profanity? Please. Did I offend your virgin ears with a word like, "shit"? Or maybe it was the "dammit" that offended you.
Please explain how "our environment" is being "screwed over". Is that one of those "we're all in this thing together, so you'd better agree with me, or else" attitudes?
I'm a troll for expressing my opinion that much said on this topic is fuzzy-headed, misguided science-fiction. OK, gotcha. I see where you're coming from and now understand the nature of your response.
So what? Do you know who your great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents were? Do you care?
Do you think humanity at large gives a shit about you, me or Einstein? One day this big ole rotating rock is gonna be without living stuff on it, but it ain't gonna happen anytime soon (or it could happen tomorrow). Spare me the long-term, we-are-so-important self-congratulatory global benevolence attitute and invent me a flying car, dammit.
None of which you personally have any control over. Get your hand out of my pocket for your world salvation pet projects. Every lefty has one.
Nice to see that gnuman99 is looking out for the long-term survival for the rest of us 5,999,9999,999 humans as he peers out mom's basement window. Keep it up guy, eventually you'll change the world and we'll all have you to thank for it! Moron.
Did the hole you were blowing into bear the words, "Inflate Here"? Don't be too embarrassed, I once blew chunks.
And, no, I'm not kidding. email me if you can find me and we'll start planning.
This wouldn't be the first time I've created something for no reason at all due to internet inspiration.
It'd be the dumbest thing I've ever attempted, but what the hell...
Tee-hee! You know those old womens' hairdryer things? Take two of those and bingo! Well, sort of.
I've got 200 bucks to start creating one.
Max: What?
Chief: What?
Max: What?
Chief: What?
I've always wanted to build one of those, I even have a sketch, bill of materials, etc.
This is not good.
I have more humour points here than I know what to do with. Some people say that laughter is a sign of an advanced society.
I tend to agree with this assessment. Hey, look, I wrote 'ass'!
I have a 30 incher for my Windows desktop and a 17" MacBook Pro. I bought these to overcompensate for my extremely small penis. I currently masturbate using a microscope and tweezers. Wait, did I just say that last part out loud?
From the highest post available to set an example.
I don't see what the concern is. I'll take a wild guess and propose that trained security types already know to look for body language and behaviour that indicate nervousness. People do this all the time when dealing with others; the only time this is not observed is when typing on the internet like I'm doing now.
purple monkey dishwasher
...my myspace and facebook profiles...
You're a "very private person" but feel the need to have pages at these sites? I don't get it.
The Norskies are also pretty open about engineering standards: http://www.standard.no/
Most companies jealously guard their "intellectual property", Norway makes most of theirs freely available.
It ain't the books or documentation that make a project successful, it's the people.
at least 100% of the time
I thought people here were at least *somewhat* math-enabled.
What do you think all those "alien abductions" have been about?
You sound both young and brainwashed
These days, pretending to be an experienced adult is much easier thanks to the internet. Gotta stick it to the man, baby!
I already know what they will find:
Smashed devices.
A man walks into a bar the day after he got totally blitzed there. "Bartender", he said, "don't give me any more of that Rolling Rock. Last night after I left here, I went home and blew CHUNKS!"
"Well, how much did you drink?", asked thebartender.
"I lost count after 23."
"Well, what do you expect? Anyone would puke after drinking 23 beers!"
"No, you don't understand", explained the man,..........
"Chunks is my dog."
Hey, don't confuse the lemmings with too many facts, their screeching is probably too loud for them to ever hear what you have to say anyway.
Everything you've just said is complete anti-business bullshit.
There seems to be a lot of that around here.