Pity Party!

You're all a bunch of fuxing whiners. Get up and take life by the testicles. Things are never as bad as they seem. You aren't ****ing sitting in the savannah of Africa starving and getting aids all over your balls. If you want to see real pain go to Trinity Episcopal church Thursday nights.
 
I think you're disgraceful.

Don't dispare/worry my friend/enemy, I beleive/do not believe I am completely and utterly disgraceful/not disgraceful.

So you see/not see, you are not alone/completely alone in your way of thinking/your mum.
 
Don't dispare/worry my friend/enemy, I beleive/do not believe I am completely and utterly disgraceful/not disgraceful.

So you see/not see, you are not alone/completely alone in your way of thinking/your mum.

I agree/disagree and am totally right/awesome.

comprende? callete.
 
This forum is getting a bit too ultra for me. I'm gonna go blow my load on some chickens to cool off. But I'll be back.

You always say that but then I have to drag you back to our apartment after I find you under some table or in some alley with your pants down.
 
Indeed, lets leave this/that and that/this the way it is/was/will be.
 
You can go right ahead/kill yourself.

lolacaust.
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Give me the death of this thread or give me death.

Wait...does that make sense.

Probably.
 
Hmm. I've decided this thread isn't nearly as much fun as the similarly titled, "Titty Party"
 
I think we've learned something today. Saurke is a whiner and we should never let him post a thread again. The rest of us are winners though. We're ****ing winners. We're genetically different AKA superior.
 
Here, here!

Now out the back for a bit of the old brandy. Who's with me?
 
Friends, enemies, fags, ******s, Jebus, Jesus, MacBeth, John Maclane, Your Mum, Guy in Bed Next to Your Mum and accompanying affliates, let us vote that this thread be locked, banished, hung, drawn, quattered, raped, and de-milkified.

A new era of prosperity is approaching, for once all traces of Sauruke are completely earased like what happened after I found out about the biozemanades and had my thread count knocked to zero, my join date set back to Febraury 2008, when infact I had joined in Dec 2004, and had all peoples memories about me disintergrated, we shall be free of the shackles of mediaocrity.

And Valve, sensing this shift will unleashe upon us a hailstorm of media concerning Episode 3, Left 4 dead, Team Fortress 3, and Duke Nukem Forever 9.

And we, as a people, as a community of self respecting baboons and baboonettes will once again litter every second post with accusations about Jack Thompsons sexuallity, gender, race, and about what we intend to do after we kill him, rape his corpse, and let the dogs do to him what they do best.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is soon at hand.
 
I have a piece of gravel stuck a couple of milimeters into the skin of my palm that got dug in in 3'rd grade when I did a faceplant into the gravel at school.

When I'm clapping for a long time, I can feel it in my hand.
 
I have a piece of gravel stuck a couple of milimeters into the skin of my palm that got dug in in 3'rd grade when I did a faceplant into the gravel at school.

When I'm clapping for a long time, I can feel it in my hand.
Whoa. That's the dizzle my lizzle. (/lame Snoopdog paraphrase) Sorry, couldn't help myself. :E
 
I have a piece of gravel stuck a couple of milimeters into the skin of my palm that got dug in in 3'rd grade when I did a faceplant into the gravel at school.

When I'm clapping for a long time, I can feel it in my hand.

Brrr, that's weird.
 
I have a piece of gravel stuck a couple of milimeters into the skin of my palm that got dug in in 3'rd grade when I did a faceplant into the gravel at school.

When I'm clapping for a long time, I can feel it in my hand.

I seriously doubt that it is a piece of gravel. Your body naturally expels shit like that through your skin after a few weeks or months. It is more likely some kind of scar or cyst. But if it is really gravel, why don't you just cut it out with a knife?
 
I seriously doubt that it is a piece of gravel. Your body naturally expels shit like that through your skin after a few weeks or months. It is more likely some kind of scar or cyst. But if it is really gravel, why don't you just cut it out with a knife?

I accidentally jabbed my hand with a mechanical pencil and the tip of the lead broke off into the middle layers of skin - embedded in my hand. Rather than cut it out with a knife, I forgot about it. I guess I assumed it would be worse to use a razor to get it out, and I thought it would somehow come out on its own. That was in like 1984, and it's still there. D:

I'm guessing the body will only expel things if they are deeper. For example, I had a foreign object trapped completely inside my finger before and it developed a huge bubble thing (not sure what they called that - my body was trying to get it out) they had to cut open and remove the object.
 
My friend still has a piece of lead stuck under his fingernail from a pencil he broke in primary school. That was well over a decade ago.
 
Mt balls asploded recently. Ever since I haven't been able to ejaculate. :(
 
Nothing bad has happened to me recently. Sorry D:

Well, I guess I was diagnosed with mild dyspraxia, which I already mentioned in the Miscel thread a while ago. But I'm not sure it's an entirely negative thing. On the one hand, it is fairly unsettling to find out that one has cognitive disbilities, however small, and I trust these scientists and tests with their brain, which they are in many ways more qualified to appraise than me - I don't imagine my consciousness is inviolable. The conclusions of Science told me some new things and confirmed other tentative assessments I'd already made about the operations of my own mind. In both cases, it is disturbing - to think "I don't like doing [X]" is one thing, but to be told that one displays traits usually associated with having a base mental deficiency in [X] is quite another. One is tempting to think: I'm defective. Even if I know that's an oversimplification of the issue, I'm tempted to think it anyway.

But at the end of the day, it is best that these things be recognised. I've gotten pretty far, in life and academically, without ever noticing or apparently being very hindered by it. This, admittedly, is not a huge achievement. There are people who have it a lot more serious than me, and for them, 'overcoming' would be a lot more of a big thing. Still, if one has problems like this, far better to know about them, to have diagnosed them, and to then try and fix or fight them or compensate for them. I'm getting ten extra minutes for every hour of exam time, which is a relief as I'll finally be able to actually finish my answers. Plus, I might be able to get money for a dictaphone from my uni disability service.
 
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