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me buy condoms?

pissed 'n horny — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:14:42 GMT

ok so i was hangen w/ some friends and my chick friend was talken bout how her fu ck buddy made her buy the condoms every time. i then shared the information that i never buy the condoms every time... i mean at least alternate. at this time my dick friend went on a rant about how his penis is gods gift to weomen and if bitches wanna ride then they're buyen the condoms. i was appauled with this bullshittery...wtf

OMFG!!!

shadowwhisperer — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:35:06 GMT

:mad:Who in the hell comes up with the idea to have a grill-out at 4 in the morning!!!! well, i'll tell you who, my drunken good for nothing dad! so, at FOUR in the morning i was woke up to him and the other psychotic drunks that he decided to invite - _ -:gun:........and of course until 6 a.m. i had to lay in my bed and listen to whooping,hollering, and STUPIDITY. I swear i HATE him, enough to put flaming shit in my mouth if someone would please just kill him for me

Another random person

shadowwhisperer — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 01:41:32 GMT

i just started typing random things into the address bar and found this place......would've never guessed it's real

did anything happen

uss-xenocide — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:47:32 GMT

so I figured joining the navy especially the nuke program I'm in would help me feel a little less unfulfilled I feel like I'm just wasting my life away not accomplishing anything I'm not sure what i want to be accomplishing though sure I'm now a u.s navy sailor not really sure what that means yet , I'm in one of the hardest academic programs in the country with my training here and I'm actually doing well but I'm not sure what it means other than I can learn and do math. I guess this is cool though I'm surrounded by other smart people but that's a double edged sword because smart people are assholes and I'm also one of the younger guys here the perils of enlisting only a few days after turning 17.

I go out and do volunteer work and do cool shit with my buddies but that seems like an even bigger waste since the only reason I do the volunteer work is for the ribbon not because I give a shit

and now i feel like a whiny little bitch i guess i should be happy I've essentially got the most bad ass job

I also wonder if perhaps it's just loneliness/homesickness but that's a whole other post and and I don't really want to type that up today.

Good restaurants and beer in Atlanta?

Jung — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:23:55 GMT

I'm going to be in ATL for a week and it looks like I'm on my own for dinner, so I'm looking for suggestions on where to eat. I don't care what type of food so long as it's good. I'm more interested in good micro breweries/brewpubs or places that at least have a nice draught selection. I did find this, so any suggestions not on there or experiences with those businesses are appreciated.

Oh, I'm off Larry McDonald & Windy Ridge if that helps.

And please don't just Google random shit; I can do that.

are you scared of getting SWINE FLU? (oink)

ACRIMONY — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:14:16 GMT

well.. what do you think? is it a REAL FEAR for you.. or not? that thing they were talking about that happened in the ukraine just the other day was NOT swine flu.. that sounded REAL BAD! (BIO WEAPON?):happysad:

Why don't you listen to me?!

magnolia — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:12:50 GMT

My brother is 13 and an thorn in my side. So, he's on his way upstairs and pauses to see what I'm watching. I tell him it is not appropriate for him and go to bed. (It's hunting season, so he'll be up at 5 am anyway and needs to go to bed early.)

I am watching Kinsey. If you don't know who Kinsey is, here is a link to some info on the movie. Kinsey (2004)

So, my brother is upstairs and I am down in the living room and I think I hear some movement up on the landing. I tell him, "That had better not be you hiding up there or you're in deep shit." I listen for a minute or two and continue to watch my movie. But then they show some graphic pictures and I change the channel. Less than a MINUTE later, he comes down the stairs. I yell at him and he goes into the basement. (He's been sleeping down in the guest room on and off lately.)

I go downstairs and yell at him again. I tell him that he can't even fathom the depth of my anger and leave it at that. I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do when he won't listen to me? I'm 23 yrs old. If I want to watch something and it's past his bedtime, I should be able to say, you cant watch this and he should listen.

I understand that a movie about a sex reseracher is as close as he's going to get to porn for a good long time, but FUCK. Listen to me! I'm not telling him he can't watch because I'm a mean bitch. I'm doing it because there are things you should not see at 13 yrs old. I am very angry with him right now for not listening to me. I should have pinned him up against the wall and shown him just how angry am. :mad:

The Fail Thread.

shooterman — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:51:22 GMT

The name says it all. Post all pictures and videos of fails you can. Keep it funny.

I'll start off.

Sorry. This YouTube video cannot be displayed at this time.

Fucking inconsiderate lazy bitch.

The Hermit — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:27:32 GMT

Well, a bunch of you know most of the current situation. I live in the upstairs of a house with an older bachelor. There's a suite in the basement, and a friend of mine was kinda looking for a place to live here in town, so I got her set up in the suite.

When I got her set up, I told her that there was no smoking inside. When I moved in here, I still smoked, and I went outside to smoke. Since then I've quit, partially because I had to go outside to smoke.

She's been here for about two months now. I've told her numerous times to get the fuck outside to smoke. It's even still fucking nice outside for this area at this time of year! But no, even now I smell cigarette smoke coming through the floor.

Maybe I should beat her a bit. I think she kinda likes that anyway.

One more time...

Tehaxx'z_Twin — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:21:41 GMT

So here I am, I rear my ugly head out of the gutter for one last attempt.
Look, I realize I was an asshat in the past, but we all grow up right? Anyways, I just wanted to let everyone know that I am back and plan on being a contributing part of WTF as a whole, and not just shitting from my fingertips in the B&T, So please wish me luck as I give it one more go!

Empty bottles.

Slusho — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 02:53:57 GMT

I'm venting some things I just need to let out. Hell it's about time anyway.

I guess you see it kind of sad to be desensitized to everything, but there is no such thing as guessing.

In time, you will still see me digging still, digging away at the voiceless nothing that compensates the remnants of a conscience never truly there, never has been. In order to feel, to know what it is to be alive, to be breathing I have assumed beyond the mask, through the catacombs, in the halls of noiseless, motionless observation, analysis has become my form of breathing. No thought or effort is put into the vigorous analyzation of others thoughts, motions, feelings, it is all too natural to me. I still find myself praying for rain, with the flood gates wide open, standing on mountains with arms outstretched to the sky or laying in the narrowest of valleys face down and drowning. My home is built within the cold withering walls of shame, humility, sincerity, and humbleness, a place all too familiar to a deadening sense, a place of comfort. I know it too well, so very well. It all burned down, by a fire set. An overwhelming cold filled me then, gave away to the endless creaking and ever shifting walls burning still, somewhere.

I'm going to miss him, I surely am.

I find myself trying to turn myself around, to a new beginning, and only find that I've turned around to far back to where I began. Shackled to an unfathomable loneliness that keeps me guessing whether I died years ago, or if I'm trapped in a coma I'm unaware of. Popping two tranquilizers to get to bed, and somehow taking twenty. Collecting empty pill bottles like a crack head stockpiles empty lighters.

Memory loss is funny like that. Unable to remember the past days, and the reasons I said or did anything then. Laying motionless in my bed for ten hours, wordless and expressionless, unable to move fighting the cold that I've since filled myself with. I'm still like a metaphorical child, I guess, a child born without limbs but only the desire to breath, left in a ditch somewhere to die by his own mother. I wonder if the feelings I felt to all the people I ever cared for were felt in return, and I wonder why I am so cold to the ones that were. There is a tapeworm within me, steadily eating me alive fueled by the self seeking alienation I have ignited. I feel so nauseous with what is slumbering within me, vomiting in appraisal and prayer to a porcelain god. Waiting for unread text messages and missed calls I'll never get waiting to fill the boredom and voidless space that seems to make up the time between every moment.

Trying to be vaguely interested with the world around me, only to be the lone wolf or stray dog of a pack I don't belong to that seems to be singling me out by wordless request. Blind and deaf in the world around me, unable to see or communicate I found myself following a path I can't seem to understand fully yet. A path that begs for change, a path that wants to start things all over again. It's strange, I feel a guilt for things I have yet to do. I find myself trying to open myself to others only to be a form of miscommunication, and show the skin underneath in a different way than intended, the more I try to open myself to the world, the more I push it away. It's very unsettling, but I like to think that everyone's like this. Somehow. Someone once said that I was a cancer, and I'm starting to see it now. Not by choice or desire, but a need for survival. They way I can shape and mold someone else to my needs, and unknowing manipulation of others, is something I'm beginning to realize, a strange dark advantage, a gifted curse. It is something I wish to do without.

If there is to be a better place after we all are to die, a place of peace and harmony, I will be buried up to my neck in dirt staring up at it.

How does a 64 bit OS run on a 32 bit architecture?

anotheruser — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 02:26:43 GMT

If you managed to Google this answer, please let me know your search terms.

Note that I'm asking how 64 bit software runs on 32 bit hardware and not the other way around.

Quote:

Can my computer run a 64-bit version of Windows?

To run a 64-bit version of Windows, your computer must have a 64-bit-capable processor. If you are unsure whether your processor is 64-bit-capable, do the following:

1. Open Performance Information and Tools by clicking the Start button Picture of the Start button, clicking Control Panel, clicking System and Maintenance, and then clicking Performance Information and Tools.
2. Click View and print details.
3. In the System section, you can see what type of operating system you're currently running under System type, and, under 64-bit capable, whether you can run a 64-bit version of Windows. (If your computer is already running a 64-bit version of Windows, you won't see the 64-bit capable listing.)

Microsoft's FAQ on 32/64 bit versions of Windows

How are 32 bit processors 64 bit capable? Are they equivalent to 64 bit processors?

Who Would You Save?

Coa — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 12:49:17 GMT

So my eldest spawn as part of her language arts class has a journal she is required to respond to various philosophical questions in on a daily basis. The other day the question was:

You can stop one event which one do you choose?

An earthquake in Peru that kills 40,000 people.
A plane crash in this country that kills 200 people.
Or a car crash that kills on acquaintance.

She was the only one in her class that chose the earthquake and received a lot of flack for it by her classmates.

She held to her answer quite seriously even when asked what if her family was on the plane as her own morals dictate that 40k lives are always greater than 1 or even 200.

Liepzig Zoo has a new attraction.

EARNEST — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 05:33:05 GMT

Bespectacled bears from South America, currently residing in a german zoo have mysteriously begun losing their fur.

:eek: Looks more like an overweight llama, poor thing.
Germany's bald bears: Fur disease afflicts Dolores and baffles vets | Mail Online

I hope you will excuse my not using exactly the approved form for posting news; the pictures themselves seems to me to be the main attraction of the article, and I did not want to spoil the surprise. A link to said article can be found above.

Is it just me...

chophshiy — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 04:25:43 GMT

Right, so... It's about all I can do not to hate the entire human race, sometimes. Bigots appear to comprise 95% of the population. People buy in to the most retarded ideas because a bunch of retards around them espouse them.

I'm working on a couple of projects that I hope will be of substantial benefit to humanity in general, someday. It would be spiffy if more than a handful of these twats would act like they deserved someone acting in their greater interests.

Not that I have a fucking clue, really.

I officially welcome myself to WTF.