Precisely. My use of metaphor might be difficult from a technical standpoint, but it will make for a stimulating challenge to anyone willing to create a visual analysis back-end for ghetto booties, sugar apples, badonkadonks, whale tails, laffy taffy, and backyard cheddarstacks.
My apologies. I meant "juicy" as a metaphor calling to mind appealing round shape and desirability, not leaking of anus or pus lanced from infected tissue.
I'm sure many a Slashdot reader will receive an upgrade in the looks department when they are able to heal acne scars.
Now excuse me while I prepare for troll modding from butthurt pizzaface.
Could someone please develop an open-source recognition algorithm for juicy teen asses?
I'll be happy to write the UI if various visual parameters are supported, though I'm sure depth perception will be a challenge. Nothing worse than a fatty but a flatty...
If the Yanks try to invade us, Canadian brother, best believe we'll infiltrate and cause all manner of mayhem down there... try to profile a Canadian, Yankees - we've got ALL THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW! HA HA HA HAAAA!
Now if only "letting the genie out the bottle" was the same as convincing young women to get naked on a webcam while I'm at work and the computer records it.
If you google Tiananmen does a little animated tank come out and crush your cursor?
No, your cursor is thrown into a tiny animated prison, tortured with adorably rendered sharp implements, summarily executed (:-D ), then harvested for its still quivering cute little cursor organs.
"Oh officer, you're going to arrest me? Please, just take a look in this box first..."
Officer, sweating, gulping, "Is that what I think it is?"
"That's right, and if this crate of mint condition, first edition gold-embossed Call of Cthulu sets were to disappear, I'm sure no one would mind too much, as these things tend to happen..."
Or, humans believe in God because we are evolved to survive and thrive as heirarchical cooperative beings, who require an authority to regulate social norms within the natural class structure. Our increased reasoning capacity requires us to extrapolate widely on an ultimate authority, because that same reasoning capacity, at odds with itself, dictates that such an authority cannot exist.
Soon, America will wield the power to project an annoying red dot into any room in North Korea or Iran, disturbing and agitating ANY and ALL cats, and, if the resident is so foolish as to investigate... his very eyes may be irritated, and possibly damaged, after prolonged exposure!
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You know what happens to people in Russia that suddenly come into money... many disappear.
Yeah, to the Bahamas! Russia: brrrr!
He might also be a schizophrenic. Isn't the incidence of schizophrenia higher among mathematicians?
Precisely. My use of metaphor might be difficult from a technical standpoint, but it will make for a stimulating challenge to anyone willing to create a visual analysis back-end for ghetto booties, sugar apples, badonkadonks, whale tails, laffy taffy, and backyard cheddarstacks.
Alright guys break it up! Break it up!
My apologies. I meant "juicy" as a metaphor calling to mind appealing round shape and desirability, not leaking of anus or pus lanced from infected tissue.
I'm sure many a Slashdot reader will receive an upgrade in the looks department when they are able to heal acne scars. Now excuse me while I prepare for troll modding from butthurt pizzaface.
Could someone please develop an open-source recognition algorithm for juicy teen asses? I'll be happy to write the UI if various visual parameters are supported, though I'm sure depth perception will be a challenge. Nothing worse than a fatty but a flatty...
Finally!
and here I am with my "screeching, terrified woman about to be murdered" ringtone. People say I'm a little tense...
But then, how do I hide what I was doing when my mom walks in...
But then he must add a module for maintaining neckbeard
Activate tearducts and proceed with robot mourning routine!
If the Yanks try to invade us, Canadian brother, best believe we'll infiltrate and cause all manner of mayhem down there... try to profile a Canadian, Yankees - we've got ALL THE COLOURS OF THE RAINBOW! HA HA HA HAAAA!
Now if only "letting the genie out the bottle" was the same as convincing young women to get naked on a webcam while I'm at work and the computer records it.
No, your cursor is thrown into a tiny animated prison, tortured with adorably rendered sharp implements, summarily executed ( :-D ), then harvested for its still quivering cute little cursor organs.
Three members of Quark's family delivering "cascades" of heavy matter
I have to get all worked up now.
My first woody was a memorable experience.
I rue the day when, speaking to an American about a book I just read, he asks, sheepishly, "But, but... does it come in game form?"
Poor bastard.
Officer, sweating, gulping, "Is that what I think it is?"
"That's right, and if this crate of mint condition, first edition gold-embossed Call of Cthulu sets were to disappear, I'm sure no one would mind too much, as these things tend to happen..."
I felt that one hit my balls.
I mean, the last time I was invited to inspect an open wound in someone's gash, I ran.
Though, anything is possible.
With me, it goes supercritical a couple of hours after ingestion - what scientists have classed a "brown nova."
Soon, America will wield the power to project an annoying red dot into any room in North Korea or Iran, disturbing and agitating ANY and ALL cats, and, if the resident is so foolish as to investigate... his very eyes may be irritated, and possibly damaged, after prolonged exposure!