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Choose your favorite quotes from this, I've done enough by posting it.

*Not so special drunken technique: Thread Resurrection*

Since my activity on this site is irregular, I created this thread intending to completely ignore it because it was bullshit and I didn't expect any posts worth my attention. However, you people had to fuck it up. I hate reviving dead topics, but since you said some interesting shit, I am compelled to respond.

Seeing as how this is in the Random section, it's not a major problem, but by principle, the whole fucking situation makes me feel awkward.




I learned that lesson from coke and heroin addiction. Taking that into account, an addiction to Danbooru is relatively insignificant.



It's only rational to look for something new, but once you get hooked on the Boorus, browsing isn't about seeing new posts, it's about seeing what's been posted since the last time you were there.



The guy above you is wrong, you cannot eliminate addiction. You can ignore it, forget it, or whatever, but addiction is always a part of you. I had a minor coke addiction about 7 or 8 years ago. I'm not saying I'll do a nose dive into an 8-ball when I see one, but if I even hear someone talking about doing a line, I tense up and memories of, seemingly, magical times come rushing back.

I'm not sure why or how I came about this knowledge, but Danny Choo is the son of Jimmy Choo, a fashion designer, or something. Bitches like Jimmy Choos.



Don't worry about it, at least you're on there. Uncle Phil has fucking a page, but I don't.

I used to watch it until they stopped playing shit worth watching.

I do. Yahoo is like an old girlfriend. I've used it for so long that I know exactly what I can and can't get from it. If I'm looking for something else, I use Google, but it'll take a while before I establish a good relationship with that bitch.

Obviously, any links to shit on Hongfire.com won't be accessible.

Fuck hongfire, there are plenty of filesharing sites..

For some drunk reason, instead of just going to my Fakku bookmark, I searched for FAKKU on Yahoo, and among the results, there link to a wikipedia page about FAKKU. The last modification date was September 27th 2011, and I've been here since then. I've been a member for almost 4 years, so why the fuck did it take a random search for me to find this shit out?

I'm drunk, like always, and I'm most definitely overreacting, but FAKKU has a special place in my heart.

Forgive me for attempting to open up a logical course of discussion.

I understand that religions have an impact on modern society, but the tenets of a specific religion are based upon the values of the societies in which they originate. Society doesn't exist in a vacuum, shit changes. I'm sure Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, and every other great prophet would agree, one cannot expect the teachings that guided a society that existed centuries ago to apply to modern times. The core beliefs should remain the same, but as society progresses, the teachings should evolve.

Religion has yet to catch up to the 21st century. Until it does, politics and religion are fundamentally incompatible.

Temperature doesn't matter. I went to the store during a blizzard to buy ice cream. I slid across an icy street eating a Snickers ice cream bar.

Originally, I started out just collecting anime pics. I'd go from site to site and save pics that were awesome or whatever, but then I found Danbooru. Personally, I think its one of the best pic sites. To make a long story short, in less than a year, on top of what I already had, my collection of pics has grown to almost 100 GB.

I've known, for a long time, that I have an addictive personality. I haven't saved a pic since thursday.

I'm doing pretty good, but if anyone has any suggestions to help curve me from my obsession, fire away. I don't care how extreme they may be.

I don't know about anyone else, but the only time that happens is when I fuck up when I cut my nails. I get what you're saying, its fucking annoying as hell, but I just take my nail clippers and clip that shit off. I don't know if it'll help, but try not to cut your nails as short as you do.

"Table 10 asked for medium rare."

My best guess is that they've been forced into an evolutionary dead end by humans. Since the mid 19th century, they've been selectively bred to be aggressive. The aggression was originally a way of proving which fish was best suited to mate. However, if you carelessly breed a species for a specific trait, its only a matter of time before that trait becomes a dominant characteristic of the species.

I don't discount anything. I'm not making any arguments, but humans, as a species, are only able to use a fraction of what their minds of capable of. Based on an intuitive leap, our perception is limited due to sentience. We are self-aware and that hinders our ability to study ourselves objectively. There are tons of psychological and sociological bullshit written about humans, but the only thing that separates the bullshit written about humans from the bullshit written about any other species is perspective.

Our self-awareness is our Achilles heel. Unless we are able to take a step back and see ourselves as Homo Sapiens, our ability to understand what we are and what we are capable of will be limited.

I see potential for a Pixar movie. If I had any input, Tom Arnold would be the bunny and Christopher Walken would be the chipmunk, or whatever the hell that thing was supposed to be.

Did you really meet the albino Incredible Hulk?

I had this dream that I was being targeted by a drug cartel. My friend, who I've had this extremely sexually frustrating relationship for a number of years was at my house with a some other friends. Everything was chill, but then mad people rolled up on my house and started shooting. Being the gentleman that I am, I sad fuck everyone else and took her upstairs for cover. We got into it, but she kept turning into a cat, and I'm not into animals, so I kept going soft. After a while, she managed to stay human long enough for us to fuck and then I got into this russian roulette game involving a cannon, with a few gang members that my friends caught. In the end, I shot one of them in the face a few times, he survived, my friends turned on me, and when I tried to escape, 2 Escalades rolled up on me in an alley and I got shot up by mad people with all kinds of automatic weapons.

As far as wet dreams go, this one was like a hallucinogen inspired action movie, even though I hadn't done any drugs for at least a month.

I don't keep track of that shit, all I can say is that I have some. Compulsions are compulsive behavior and unless I'm trying to get rid of them, I don't see any reason to give a shit. I could be wrong, but focusing on your compulsions seems like a symptom of some form of neurosis more serious than OCD.

I held just about everything in during high school. During my senior year, I had a mental breakdown. We worked out an arrangement, so that I had a tutor come to my house a couple times a week. The majority of the school year... I'd either smoke pot all day, hang out in the parking lot of my school and sell cigarettes or pot to my friends, or do whatever work my tutor gave me. I graduated from high school, with honors.