Some genius got the great idea of setting up a "Mario Kart"-style racing thing in Tokyo. Tourists dress up in Mario, Luigi, and Yoshi (And I think Pikachu?) hoodies, get in colored go-karts, and drive around the Tokyo streets in a mock "race". It's an insanely good idea, because that's gotta be like crack for the nerds. But the racers are fucking EVERYWHERE, even the boring upscale residential district where I'm staying.
The first time I saw it I thought it was cool and brilliant. The fifth time I saw it I got tired of it.
They just drove those obnoxious go-kart engines past my apartment for the 9th time, and I'm ready to go buy a basketball, paint it to look like a blue shell, and fling it at the next goddamn Mario-karter I see.
Quote:A lonely Japanese man who amassed more than six tons of porn died when a huge pile of magazines fell on top of him.
And even more tragically, the man's body was only discovered six months later when the landlord entered the flat to find out why the rent had not been paid.
The man's lowly death was revealed by a member of the cleaning team, who said his company had been hired to remove the magazines discreetly in a way that would not be noticed by neighbours and the man's family to save them from the shame.
He said that the dead man, a 50-year-old former carmaker identified only by the name Joji, had died buried underneath under a pile of the pornographic magazines.
It was unclear if he had suffered a heart attack and fallen into the stacks of magazines which had then fallen on top of him, or whether he had been crushed by the mass of paper.
But the cleaner said that if he was still conscious, the paper would probably have muffled his cries.
Every space in the flat was filled with piles of magazines, which also stacked on tables and on shelves.
There were also clippings from erotic magazines where it appeared the man had cut out his favourite articles, and thrown away the rest of the magazine.
Despite his trimming, at the time of his death the collection weighed in at six metric tons (13,228 pounds).
Made a couple grand at the casino on Sunday, bought a rifle I been lusting after for a while now today.
Just went to see what cool guns they had in a pawnshop a few towns over (they always have different interesting stuff) and saw this, and I knew I had to have it.
I think they stopped making them about two years ago.
Anyone want to go to the range tomorrow? (Eastside or philosophical_recovery I'm lookin at you fellas)
I'm thinking of taking the mag squeegees out, been practicing mag changes and it's horrible.
After I take it to the range, depending on how the trigger is in action I might rework the trigger pack a bit, dry fire practice so far feels longer and harder than I want in a gun.
Man I love Costco, four huge delicious ribeye steaks for about 33 bucks. Huge delicious five dollar rotisserie chickens. Huge portions of pork for cheap. Place is a goldmine for protein. They even have a 90 serving bag of Optimum Nutrition protein that was on sale earlier in the month, even not on sale it's cheaper than the 72 serving tubs at places like vitamin shoppe; much better than that muscle milk shit they used to have. I just ate one of the ribeyes and I feel fucking fantastic.
Re-reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and this passage struck a chord I wouldn't even know about when I last read it:
"Women treat us just as Humanity treats its Gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them."
I just find it absolutely strange and wonderful that a change in perception allowed me to appreciate a certain thought I had never appreciated before. Main reason why I love re-reading good books.
(03-09-2017 01:56 AM)Comte De St. Germain Wrote: Re-reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and this passage struck a chord I wouldn't even know about when I last read it:
"Women treat us just as Humanity treats its Gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them."
I just find it absolutely strange and wonderful that a change in perception allowed me to appreciate a certain thought I had never appreciated before. Main reason why I love re-reading good books.
Feminism has achieved to destroy that - they treat us no longer with worship. Those were the times of the 19th century.
Now they treat us with disdain and suspicion, but they still expect us to do everything for them.
(03-09-2017 04:01 AM)Zelcorpion Wrote: Feminism has achieved to destroy that - they treat us no longer with worship. Those were the times of the 19th century.
Now they treat us with disdain and suspicion, but they still expect us to do everything for them.
Jokes on them.
They need us far more than we need them.
Hadn't seen this one before. Cuck interviewer, and the guy is pretty fucking low T, but the fact he's making the argument on TV without getting completely chopped to pieces is nice.
I think this is because being depraved fuckups is a Western luxury. Out in Africa, there's no margin for that shit. You're already struggling to survive in the face of starvation, deadly diseases, and aggressive neighbors.
If some dude is fucking a chicken in your community you've just got to smash that cunt real quick so you can get back to the pressing questions of "where am I getting food to eat this week?" and "how can me and my kid avoid dying from some terrible disease?". Hen-fucking is a distraction you just can't afford.
(03-09-2017 01:56 AM)Comte De St. Germain Wrote: Re-reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and this passage struck a chord I wouldn't even know about when I last read it:
"Women treat us just as Humanity treats its Gods. They worship us, and are always bothering us to do something for them."
I just find it absolutely strange and wonderful that a change in perception allowed me to appreciate a certain thought I had never appreciated before. Main reason why I love re-reading good books.
Feminism has achieved to destroy that - they treat us no longer with worship. Those were the times of the 19th century.
Now they treat us with disdain and suspicion, but they still expect us to do everything for them.
Kind of like the modern human's relationship with God if you ask me.