Be right back, let me attempt to help him. Hopefully I may receive the lump of coal I politely asked him for.
For a start, let us all sing the national anthem of Turkmenistan. Janym gurban sana, erkana ýurdum
More specifically, this is a story about absolute nonsense and monarchic totalitarianism. Please pay no attention to it. It shall be split into two or three parts if I decide to write the other one or two. --- This is a story about a king. He was a great king. He was a greater king than the other kings whom respected his power. He was, indeed, the greatest king. The king of kings that ruled over their kingdoms. And he was indeed the greatest. This king thought of himself as the greatest, and within his prideful pleasure of re-assuring greatness he heeded to no concerns of any sort, for he always assumed that his decisions, as ridiculous and unfathomable they would be, were indeed quite great. Greater than the decisions of the other kings, which did not include the great usage of greatness that his decisions greatly included. However, in his greatness, his lowly and deplorable duke, Duke Marquess, clearly did not understand the greatness of the king that was indeed great. The Duke – who was certainly not great in every definition of the word great – claimed that the beleaguering peons of the king's great kingdom of greatness did not respect the king's great authority. The king did not believe this surly ungreatness until the peons themselves had sent a special present for the king. Believing this present, in the king's greatness, to be quite great, he opened it with a great glee. What he discovered instead was anything but great – a partly-charred sheet of great paper with the words “Your mother was an echidna” hastily and ungreatly scribbled on in wet black ink, a great black ink that in the king's kingdom was indeed great. This statement enraged the great king and his great greatness, as he knew that his absolutely great mother was not an echidna but once the great – but not as great – queen of this great kingdom of his, and was greatly annoyed at these peons' disregard for proper and great facts. The king, the great king, intended to teach these ungreat peons a great lesson in greatness. The king was a greatly smart man in all of his greatness, and in his greatness he decided to visit the source of the vile treachery that was committed on himself and his greatness. The king knew in his greatness that he would indeed teach those unruly peasants a great lesson and lecture them greatly, for he was indeed the king of everything that was great. He was the great king of every great thought and great thing and great truffle that existed in his great little country of great people that were always happy and great all the time because the great king of everything great knew that his great presence promoted happiness and greatness throughout the great land. The great king knew that an ungreat change in this great social conformity of irrefutable and unchangeable greatness would be dealt with in great haste, as any change in the greatness of the social structure and opinion within his great kingdom would quite definitely not be great for the greatness of the great king and his great kingdom. And indeed would his greatness be cast upon these ungreat and upsetting peasants that threatened his greatness with their ungreat acts of ungreatness.
There was absolutely no snow to speak of. And from my present observations after waking up, it appears more like Nunavut now. I expected this weather before December. I am quite disappointed, Canada.
Do not attempt to devour a restaurant whole. Personally, I believe plaster of Paris tastes horrible.
spdude may be quite possibly used as a punchline for anything.
I am currently typing this post from the dark confines of my closet. You see, upon the heeding of many there appears to be a great monster terrorizing my beloved home. Since I am a brainless coward armed with only a half-snapped skewer stick, I shall require your help in defeating this coward. In my ragtag escape I had managed to snap a photograph of this alleged monster: Spoiler Any helpful ideas of note? However I must remind you of my short time.
Therefore I am.
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And totally not capture your city or anything. Then why are there mean people with guns behind you? You mean the Janissaries? They are the strippers for the party. Strippers with guns? Oh yeah, we just assumed you had a masochism fetish. You know, with how the people of Europe loved to fight wars with each other and whatnot. Well, I do love parties. Alright, I believe you. Let the party begin! MAY 29, 1453 :(
And I wear a collection of brass dinner plates on my head.
I'm quite ashamed this is the best quality on Youtube.
I'm aware this has been debated all over the Internet; video games that can be considered "art". Be it a combination of visuals and story that is able to overwhelm the senses or through other things such as completely immersive gameplay. Games that are unique or innovative in their own right. This is a simple question with a multitude of answers. What video games do you consider "art", and why?
Is a man not entitled to the content of his posts? No, says the man in the Kingdom Hearts section; it belongs to the discussion of Kingdom Hearts. No, says the man in the Introduction section; it belongs to the new members. No, says the man in the Gaming Section; it belongs to video games. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... The Spam Zone
I discovered a copy of The Fountainhead. I was not surprised that it had collected dust.
I am going to state three names, and you are to post the first thing that comes to mind when you see or hear these three names. Spoiler Richard Wagner Joseph Goebbels Walter Gropius
