Dinh AaronMk

Give Me Your Favorite Lyric(s).

This workplace is ours,
the choice of working hours,
this property,
from the bourgeoisie,
It's ours ours ours ours,

This commune is ours
This barbers saloon is ours
The city streets
Beneath Both of your feet
They're all emphatically ours

It all belongs to us
That restraunt to that bus
North, south, east and west

We caress it, 'cause we possess it
We've seized it and it ours

The floor and ceiling are ours
All your property's ours
You always knew it
That's all there is to it
It's ours, ours, ours, ours, ours,

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The Cul-de-sac

Philosophy's defining feature is there is no defining answer. Philosophy can only take you to the end of the Cul-de-sac. It can help you understand the cul-de-sac, but that's about as far as our little monkey brains can go. Once you reach the end, that's it. You'r done. There's no more thinking you can do. It's time to sit back, relax, and get inspired to live each moment bolder and louder with an ice cold Pepsi.

[operatic music as I lay naked in the bathtub, washing myself with Pepsi.]

It's fucking 2018 man.

What about....

@gorgenmast

There is penis, there is vagine.

All your Communiques Belong to Us

Why the heck did I sub to this thread?

@Quote5

Because the fierce catmen don't want you to know.

But I do. I do, my friend.

>Be a gentleman

Ask a huggable lad; a buggable pad

What about....

... the mouthfeel?

All your Communiques Belong to Us

Every moment you stare blindly into Spam you grow weaker. And every time I squat in the bush I grow stronger.

All your Communiques Belong to Us

Alright, thanks for the heads up.

@Quote5

Please do not talk back to the Cat Aficionado. You have been warned. Next time you will be banned.

>Be a gentleman

>Be a gentleman of certain repute
>In an online community operated by certain cat aficionado
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