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But she wouldn't do that. She's not a stupid slut. She has pride! Or does she? Uh, who am I kidding? Of course she does.

Our brains, no matter how inefficient and useless they are in most cases, do offer us a very big advantage. Again, the so-called "reason" behind our superiority over animals, or the mystery behind our intelligence, is the ability to learn, to be able to create new networks, and destroy the existing ones, by any means or intent.
It does do wonders when employed effectively, again, by any means or intent.

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I am wondering in what condition a man whose testicles and head (where your brain resides) are tied to the roof of a 10 story building with two ropes, each of length 25 feet, separately, would be after traveling a height of 15 feet if he were thrown off the roof.

She hasn't really seen too much real happiness in her life, so I think it's my duty to bring her some. Not being pitiful, but I believe she deserves it, and it is only fair for her to get what she deserves. Plus, I am quite fond of her in many ways.

“The Father, The son and The Smoker”

- Excuse me, Sir. Can I talk to your son for a second?
- Of course.

[Calls son. Son casually walks down the stairs.]

- Yes?
- Yeah, hi. I was wondering if you had a smoke…
- I’m sorry?
- A smoke. Uhmm…a cigarette.
- Yeah, I know what a “smoke” is. But I’m sorry, I don’t smoke.
- Yes, I’m afraid this is a misunderstanding. My son doesn’t smoke.
- But…but I know you’re a smoker!
- Really? Are you a psychic? Because I’d really want to know the future outcome of a few things happening in my life, such as this thing I have for this girl I know…

[Father clears throat in an objecting manner.]

- Anyway, I don’t smoke, man. Now if you’ll excuse me…
- I know you’re a smoker! I once smelled it on you!
- What?!
- Hey, man. You’re really pushing this far. I mean, what the fuck?!
- This one time I bumped into you and smelled cigarette smoke on you, and I’m dead sure.
- Look, buddy. I’m aware that you’re entitled to your right to choose whatever lifestyle you wish to pursue. However, I should demand that you keep me out of your fantasies, which if I may add, sound rather twisted.
So, you may imagine whatever you want, but I do not smoke. Therefore, I couldn’t have smelled like tobacco. Q.E.D.[1]
- What?!

[Son sighs loudly.]

- Never mind.
- Give me a fucking smoke, You Cheap Asshole!
- What the fuck is your problem, Assface?
- What is my problem? What is your fucking problem? What is it? Not getting laid enough?

[Son jumps down and runs towards the smoker.]

- Guys, I don’t think this is an appropriate way for dealing with your problem.
- What problem?! What in fuck’s name are you talking about, Old Fart?
- Ahh, Lord…
- ARRRRGGGGHHHHH!
- Fucking prick! I’ll slice you up like a piece of Salami!
- I’ll fucking smash your head to pieces with your fucking hammer!
- May the Lord save us all.


F.FIRE July 26, 2005


[1] Quod Erat Demonstrandum, which in Latin means “That which was to have been proved.” Traditionally placed at the end of proofs, the QED is now usually indicated by a small square. Also, Q.E.F (Quod Erat Faciendum, meaning “That which was to have been shown.”) was traditionally used to mark the end of a solution or calculation.

Random

True love is a tragedy. Anything with a happy ending is just an illusion.

The energy of a signal, function, entity, or system, with respect to a certain frame of reference is equal to its magnitude with respect to the said frame of reference.

75% of a chimp's brain is formed and developed at the time of birth. This drops down to 25% in humans.

Idea

It's been known that optimism might lead to disappointment. Therefore, one shall assume that all women are sluts, until proven otherwise.