Right now, I'm just too exhausted. I've been working for 14 hours straight with only one break. I'll see if I can get a post up tomorrow, unless I have to work overtime tomorrow again... bleh
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STATUS: ...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit 7 yrs ago
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...why is my youtube feed full of Jordan Peterson videos? I've never watched any of his shit
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7 yrs ago
I'll top the bill! I'll overkill! I have to find the will to carry on with the show! On with the show!
7 yrs ago
@Metadude Well, why not. If it works, it works.
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7 yrs ago
You also gotta remember partisan jokes only work for those on your side. Like if I make afor joke about the bloody Union, I'll get the support of my Northern friends but push away those Union folks.
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7 yrs ago
Ja, uff da. Ække godt det der
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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Yassyass
Well, travel towards the market mentioned, or already be there.
Gotcha, no pressure~
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Never roleplayed this type of edge before, so yah.
Wot, I mean, I blame it on me mixing up Norwegian and English grammar. I do that from time to time.
Wot, I mean, I blame it on me mixing up Norwegian and English grammar. I do that from time to time.
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Go and summon first you, vance.
Also, Freya has to be my edgiest character ever. I like him~
Also, Freya has to be my edgiest character ever. I like him~
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Click. Clack. Click. Clack. His high heels tapped along the floor with his sun umbrella covering his back. He couldn't stand overly cheery people. They bugged him. At face values they're always happy-go-lucky, but he knew better. In their heart of hearts they were cruel, foul, intimidating. Rotten to the core. He knew, for he had seen it himself. And that is why he seemed highly reluctant to answer the newcomer, though finally Freya sighed. And the gentle tapping of his shoes ended as he came to a halt. "Freya." A single word in answer with his soft, gentle voice, though he turned to look at the spirited woman with his inqusitive gaze, the different colored eyes peering onto her, examining her. And only one conclusion could be made from his view, these two were from completely different worlds.
He then looked over to Leon again, examining him briefly, something he hadn't done in their relentless chatter. He seemed more mature, yet he too was of a different fiber, different caliber. Neither of those would ever understand him, so Freya figured it better to keep a plain, professional relationship to them. No pleasantries, no friendships, just cold, hard professionalism. Not that he knew any other ways to be, but that was irrelevant. He was after all just your average short male, dressed like a girl, speaking like a girl, with a soft spot for coldblooded murder. Not much of friend material either way.
He then looked over to Leon again, examining him briefly, something he hadn't done in their relentless chatter. He seemed more mature, yet he too was of a different fiber, different caliber. Neither of those would ever understand him, so Freya figured it better to keep a plain, professional relationship to them. No pleasantries, no friendships, just cold, hard professionalism. Not that he knew any other ways to be, but that was irrelevant. He was after all just your average short male, dressed like a girl, speaking like a girl, with a soft spot for coldblooded murder. Not much of friend material either way.
Oh, thanks. Oops.
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