Ankap - Angry at the Mayans for a false prediction? POST YOUR GRIEVANCES HERE!

[One-Way]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

You're just fartsy?

You're like Batman. You just... appear.

[Anonymouse]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

TomServo = MIA

Hey, leave TommyBoy alone! The more time spent in front of a computer is less time dating Asian women. He's not a pubescent anymore and he's grown to be a man and discovered dating!

You have a girlfriend One-Way and let Tommy find his groove. Already bad enough you both are "film buffs."

[Anonymouse]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

I can't believe beach volleyball is a sport.

LMAO @ G.W.Bush in pictures with the USA volley ball team.

They should just make some more fake sports where girls have to get partially naked... like beach tennis.

Or they should just had tug of war, or beach tug of war.

[One-Way]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

I'm meeting with two actors tomorrow.

I call this the worst part of life.

[yerazhishda]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

Anon's avatar scares the xxxx out of me.

[One-Way]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

You should have seen the one he had years ago.

I still have nightmares.

[yerazhishda]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

Was it the black and white cartoon guy with the HUGE eye?

[One-Way]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

Yup.

[Anonymouse]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

That would be bug eyed earl.

https://www.redmeat.com

[Anonymouse]

Re: Ankap - Armenians from Glendale and the Valley like to go out for sushi

by Freidrich Nietzsche

"Why do you steal so cautiously through the twighlight, Zarathustra? And what do you conceal so carefully under your coat? Is it a treasure you have been given? or a child born to you? Or do you yourself now follow the ways of thieves. You friend of those who are evil?"

"Verily, my brother" said Zarathustra, "it is treasure I have been given: it is a little truth that I carry. But it is troublesome like a young child, and if I don't hold my hand over its mouth, it will cry overloudly."

"When I went on my way today, alone, at the hour when the sun goes down, I met a little old woman who spoke thus to my soul: 'Much has Zarathustra spoken to us women too; but never did he speak to us about woman'. And I answered her: 'About woman one should speak only to men'. Then she said: 'Speak to me too of woman; I am old enough to forget it immediately'. And I obliged the little old woman and I spoke to her thus:

"Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has one solution: that is pregnancy. Man is for woman a means: the end is always the child. But what is woman for man? A real man wants two things: danger and play. Therefore he wants woman as the most dangerous plaything. Man should be educated for war, and woman for the recreation of the warrior; all else is folly. The warrior does not like all-too-sweet fruit; therefore he likes woman: even the sweetest woman is bitter. Woman understands children better than man does, but man is more childlike than woman.

"In a real man a child is hidden - and wants to play. Go to it, women, discover the child in man! Let woman be a plaything, pure and fine, like a gem, irradiated by the virtues of a world that has not yet arrived. Let the radiance of a star shine through your love! Let your hope be: May I give birth to the overman!

"Let there be courage in your love! With your love you should proceed toward him who arouses fear in you. Let your honor be in your love! Little does woman understand of honor otherwise. But let this be your honor: always to love more than you are loved, and never to be second.

"Let man fear woman when she loves: then she makes any sacrifices, and everything else seems without value to her. Let man fear woman when she hates: for deep down in his soul man is merely evil, while woman is bad. Whom does woman hate most? Thus spoke the iron to the magnet: 'I hate you most because you attract, but are not strong enough to pull me to you'.

"The happiness of man is: I will. The happiness of woman is: he wills. 'Behold, just now the world became perfect!' - thus thinks every woman when she obeys out of entire love. And woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is the disposition of woman: a mobile, stormy film over shallow water. Man's disposition, however, is deep; his river roars in subterranean caves: woman feels his strength but does not comprehend it.

"Then the little old woman answered me: 'Many fine things has Zarathustra said, especially for those who are young enough for them. It is strange: Zarathustra knows women little, and yet he is right about them. Is this because nothing is impossible with woman? And now, as a token of gratitude, accept a little truth. After all, I am old enough for it. Wrap it up and hold your hand over its mouth: else it will cry overloudly this little truth'.

"Then I said: 'Woman, give me your little truth'. And thus spoke the little old woman:

"You are going to women? Do not forget the whip!'"

Thus spoke Zarathustra.