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I met a rather strange character on the bus today. He was very nervous and troubled. For some reason he saw me as a friend... for he frankly whispered to me that he couldn't overcome a sadistic urge to go to the top of some building at the next stop and start randomly shooting people. He showed me a gun in his bag so he was obviously serious. I looked in his eyes and knew he sought... help... and guidance. "God doesn't care if you hurt or kill other people", I said. "God doesn't care if you hurt or kill yourself. God is a metaphor for something else that doesn't even care about god. There is no morality, so do whatever you want before your mortality ends." He was solemnly intent on what I was saying, then took his eyes off mine and gazed ahead, thinking. He still seemed to need guidance so after a pause I continued my good deed of helping someone in need. "if everyone agrees to repress their desire to torture murder and rape others (and believe me, using the population sample of my single brain as a case study to represent the rest of humanity... this desire is frequent and of an extreme nature) won't that mean that each individual will mutually avoid being caused pain by others?" This perplexed him. He almost looked like he would change his mind and not head for that building top, quite the opposite of my intentions needless to say! "Ha, you still don't get it fool", I continued. "This is the behavior by which the rest of society operates; it doesn't mean you have to. It is a deliciously exploitable weakness for a lunatic such as yourself. Your own personal political desire is all that matters. Remember, god doesn't care." Well, he shook my hand, thanked me and got off at the next stop carrying his bag. I havn't heard of him since. But this only happened a couple hours ago. I have since gotten off the bus at the next stop and am now typing this on m--- *BLAM* *BLAM* (w M w gets shot by the lunatic) *disclaimer- this story probably isn't true. But maybe |
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*disclaimer- this story probably isn't true. But maybe it is. Ok, it's definately not true so don't sue me or something, if that would be possible. |
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WOW! It actually has intellect involved... People are thinking entities according to your imagination *offers a hand-shake* |
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that IS unusual |
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I knew it was fake from the first word. How? Simple: w M w is banned from all buses after the "see how many cats you can smuggle onto a bus" experiment of 1993. |
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Ugh, don't mention that. I'm still very upset at the unjustness of my banishment, given the leaps and bounds science would have made, had I been able to complete the experiment. There is a loophole in the contract they made me sign; there is no mention of trains.. only buses. As soon as I find enough cats I plan to remedy the immature hault of my experiment... it is just difficult to find many around here given that practically all of them are dead after the first experiment. |
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wait until qrter hears about THIS wacky adventure *picks up tin can with string attach* |
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Haha! I LOLed at your last post and a piece of pasta went up my nose and out on the keyboard hahaha! Wish i had a diggital camera to document my LOled maccarone. *Note:this is not something that happens frequently. I am eating pasta right now. |
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