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We publish a brochure entitled "Think Things are Going Poorly? Have You Considered Suicide?" and send it to all of the Baby Boomers. There could be billions of dollars in savings, here, and a tremendous improvement in everyone else's outlook.
It would also stimulate the coffin/cremation industries.
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CindersWhose sails were black when it was windyRegistered Userregular
Jesus fucking christ. Apparently anyone can get published. My brother is part of Good Read's first read thing where he gets mailed books by new authors to review.
Lemme give you the first page of this book, ahem:
"You're going to be the next president of the United States," Skipper York told Duffy Artois, who sneezed.
"One of us is dreaming." Duffy dropped a book onto the porch of the rustic cabin in the San Gabriel Mountains of southern California, and blew his nose.
"You can't lose,"said Skipper, "with my help."
"You are the last person on earth I expected to be knocking on my door." Duffy's tawny mane flowed out of a blue woolen watchcap. His matching beard was untrimmed. He wore a lumberjack shirt-jacket. In contrast, Skipper sported a gray London Fog overcoat over a brown business suit, complete with power necktie. Not a hair in his coif was out of place. Nevertheless he ran a comb through it, complaining.
"You just waited for me to go away." After knocking repeatedly on the front door, Skipper had, avoiding snow patches in his Florsheim wingtips, stepped carefully around back where he found Duffy sitting in a chair. "You're going insane up here," Skipper Ssaid, exhaling puffs of vapor. "You need civilization. Civilization needs you."
"Need is the fundamental illusion of the human race, My. York."
"Okay," said Skipper, "civilization deserves you, then." Lectures on Ancient Philosophy was the title of the book. Duffy picked it up and leafed through it, trying to find his place.
UGH
UGHGHHGHGHGHG
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT.
I must have the name of this novel. This must be read.
Jesus fucking christ. Apparently anyone can get published. My brother is part of Good Read's first read thing where he gets mailed books by new authors to review.
Lemme give you the first page of this book, ahem:
"You're going to be the next president of the United States," Skipper York told Duffy Artois, who sneezed.
"One of us is dreaming." Duffy dropped a book onto the porch of the rustic cabin in the San Gabriel Mountains of southern California, and blew his nose.
"You can't lose,"said Skipper, "with my help."
"You are the last person on earth I expected to be knocking on my door." Duffy's tawny mane flowed out of a blue woolen watchcap. His matching beard was untrimmed. He wore a lumberjack shirt-jacket. In contrast, Skipper sported a gray London Fog overcoat over a brown business suit, complete with power necktie. Not a hair in his coif was out of place. Nevertheless he ran a comb through it, complaining.
"You just waited for me to go away." After knocking repeatedly on the front door, Skipper had, avoiding snow patches in his Florsheim wingtips, stepped carefully around back where he found Duffy sitting in a chair. "You're going insane up here," Skipper Ssaid, exhaling puffs of vapor. "You need civilization. Civilization needs you."
"Need is the fundamental illusion of the human race, My. York."
"Okay," said Skipper, "civilization deserves you, then." Lectures on Ancient Philosophy was the title of the book. Duffy picked it up and leafed through it, trying to find his place.
UGH
UGHGHHGHGHGHG
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT.
AND THEN THEY PORKED
Huge McLargeDick had a reputation for having a girthy penis, and Duffy did not feel let down when he saw it.
We publish a brochure entitled "Think Things are Going Poorly? Have You Considered Suicide?" and send it to all of the Baby Boomers. There could be billions of dollars in savings, here, and a tremendous improvement in everyone else's outlook.
Children of Men advertised a drug called Quietus that was literally a home suicide kit.
We publish a brochure entitled "Think Things are Going Poorly? Have You Considered Suicide?" and send it to all of the Baby Boomers. There could be billions of dollars in savings, here, and a tremendous improvement in everyone else's outlook.
Children of Men advertised a drug called Quietus that was literally a home suicide kit.
Only one of the many, many reasons why Children of Men was a totally awesome movie.
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what is it? I have not heard of it.
Don't think of it as a gun. Think of it as a penis.
A hard black penis.
hoooooly shiiiiiit
i joked about this happening when the documents of his sex case went public
apparently his lawyers were literally born without a sense of irony
It would also stimulate the coffin/cremation industries.
Well than, suggest something better.
I must have the name of this novel. This must be read.
not enough ghosts
that shoots out death?
If he's really worried about this being tried in the media, then giving every talk show host a dozen free jokes is perhaps not the best opening salvo.
Cinders?
Right. A black penis. Like I said.
USS Manassas
USS Vicksburg
USS Antietam
USS Suleiman
USS Saladin
USS Vespasian
Lawyers are not trained to be unhypocritical. They are trained to game the rules of criminal/civil procedure.
So yeah, this makes total sense and I can't really fault them for it.
Children of Men advertised a drug called Quietus that was literally a home suicide kit.
Nice. :^:
Only one of the many, many reasons why Children of Men was a totally awesome movie.
his ship was the USS Forester
USS Vengeur
USS Vigo
USS Indefatigable
USS Jagiello