Aimless Crap...

[ArmoBarbi]

I am going to see a therapist to decide whether I want to have another rhinoplasty. I know I dont need one, but I keep wanting it. Im a little off myself I suppose...

[Anonymouse]

Hello. Did you know that Romeo and Juliet was really about sharing urine in a world of scarcity? Thanks to Adam Smith we no longer live in a world of scarcity and Narekoo enjoys plentiful urine.

[Anonymouse]

I am going to see a therapist to decide whether I want to have another rhinoplasty. I know I dont need one, but I keep wanting it. Im a little off myself I suppose...

You won't need to have rhinoplasty if Narekoo shares a pint of his fine urine bottled in Mexico.

[Mags]

The champagne finished...so it's on to the urine!

[ArmoBarbi]

Im glad that Narek's urine is more interesting than my nose. lol

[thedebutante]

Kipling's If. Simply beautiful.

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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

But enough, let us carry on with our aimless crap.

[Mags]

what's wrong with your nose?

Im glad that urine is more interesting than my nose. lol

[Anonymouse]

Im glad that Narek's urine is more interesting than my nose. lol

And here I thought rhinoplasty was something involving a transplant from a rhino to you. I was beginning to think it was something cool I could do sort of like getting a tattoo after I had been sufficiently plastered from the urine narekoo shared with me. I'm disappointed.

[Genuine_Stud]

Kipling's If. Simply beautiful.

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 all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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!

But enough, let us carry on with our aimless crap.

Truly beautiful... bravo.

*applause*

[Genuine_Stud]