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The Lounge / Jeep pickup trucks exist!
« on: November 13, 2013, 08:44:41 PM »IT'S LIKE A UNICORN!
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Your responses indicate a desire to escape from your troubles, and a fear that this action will destroy what you’ve already achieved.
These conflicting emotions sometimes cause you to be abnormally irritable and impatient when your needs are not met. Your concentration is also impacted, often leaving you feeling groggy or agitated.
The ensuing anxiety usually leaves you feeling vulnerable. As a result, you become less affectionate with people you care about. You occasionally become caustic and even needlessly cruel.
This stems from your own insecurity and fear of failure. Leveraging your ability to remain strong in the face of adversity — an ability you’ve proved to possess in the past — is the key to your emotional satisfaction.
You have a strong opinion of your own abilities, which is deserved. You are sharp and intellectually discerning when the need arises. In times of great stress, you have the will power to make difficult decisions.
Use:
1) A telescope
2) Your brain
www.rif.org and stop talking nonsense.
Use your brain, if you've got one.
Use a telescope and stop talking nonsense.
The large fishing boat swayed back in forth in a fairly calm ocean breeze. Lorddave, Saddam, and myself were all aboard. Ready to do what must be done. "So, where are the fishing rods?" asked Lorddave innocently. We all knew we weren't going fishing, but he seemed to be in absolute denial about what was about to occur. Saddam approached Lorddave, who was tied quite thoroughly to a small wooden chair. "Well, Lorddave," Saddam sighed, "it seems there is only one choice left for us. We must get the devil out of you and you are well aware what must occur for that to happen."
"But the devil isn't even real!" Lorddave exclaimed, "It was all just a sick joke!"
"That is exactly what a sick devil man would say," I interjected, as I tied multiple cinderblocks to the wooden chair, including one directly over Lorddave's face. His jaw slid into the lower opening of the cinder block, locking it in place. "Any last words?" Saddam asked, knowing he would receive nothing but angry muffled noises in return. "Well then, let's get this over with."
Saddam and myself hefted the cinder block laden Lorddave over the edge. Lorddave's muffled screaming would make the hair on anyone's neck stand on end, especially as a large splash ensued and the environment went quiet. Even the ocean's breeze seemed to stop in silent judgement of that moment. We watched as Lorddave sank into the darkest depths of the Marianas Trench, wondering whether he would drown or be crushed by the pressure.
"So, uhh, what now?" I asked as Saddam wandered about the stern of the ship. "Turns out," he replied, "I did bring fishing rods." And there we sat, idly fishing as we made the journey back home. There are some who say when they are sailing the open sea, they can hear the muffled screams, as Lorddave attempts to escape his watery prison.
I looked down at the rough, jagged edges of the thousand meter cliff. "Aren't you going to help me?!" OmgHAI begged, as she clinged for dear life to the rocky ledge.
"I don't even know you," I replied, quite indifferent to helping this random person do anything. Not quite wanting her to fall to her death, yet not in the mood to bother saving her from an obviously painful way to be sent to the afterlife. I paced back and forth as time passed and OmgHAI's strength was obviously dwindling. After a great deal of thought I reached a helping hand to OmgHAI's aid. She grabbed it and managed to climb back to the safety of solid ground.
"Oh my gawd! HAI!" She said, as she waved at me. Only then, did I realize that although she was saying hi, she was waving goodbye. Indeed, this I knew as I fell meter after meter, plummeting into the rocks below.
The dark city street was deserted, with naught but the faint glow of a street lamp keeping sirTheMore company. Observing this street, which was just outside sirTheMore's lavish mansion, he could not help but notice a silhouette. "Who could this dear fellow be?" sirTheMore inquisitively thought to himself. The silhouette grew closer. sirTheMore, being an absolute sir of a man, stood his ground. This person was on his property and sirTheMore expects respect in return of his. "Good sir, it is quite late and I would appreciate if you would kindly vacate the premises."
The shadow of a man continued to approach. The street lamp did nothing for dear sirTheMore's eyesight, making it all that much harder to identify this individual. Eventually the mysterious man came to light and sirTheMore was inconveniently surprised, but did not show even the slightest hint of such a response. "Good sir, I am not sure of what you desire but it will need to wait until---" This mystery man, not being a sir at all, interrupted sirTheMore's polite demeanor and statements to deliver an unfortunate message. sirTheMore did not have much time to contemplate such a message, as his blood spilled out the slit in his throat.
The United Nations definition of human trafficking is "The recruitment, transportation, transfer, harbouring [sic] or receipt of persons, by means of the threat or use of force or other forms of coercion, of abduction, of fraud, of deception, of the abuse of power or of a position of vulnerability or of the giving or receiving of payments or benefits to achieve the consent of a person having control over another person, for the purpose of exploitation".