Am I the only person who doesn't give a shit about this conflict? Sure, this statement is insensitive, but I can barely express my boredom at the never-ending fighting between these 2 countries!

The only interesting part is that US backed Israel is fighting against the Muslim backed Palestinians and this has symbolic present day implications, being that the schism between these 2 countries is a microcosm of world sentiment.

But, either way, get over it already fuckers!

We have enough problems in the US and we always have to be worrying about what other countries are doing, sticking our noses into every little thing. That's why everyone hates us. We can't get our priorities straight.

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Am I the only person who doesn't give a shit about this conflict? Sure, this statement is insensitive, but I can barely express my boredom at the never-ending fighting between these 2 countries!

The only interesting part is that US backed Israel is fighting against the Muslim backed Palestinians and this has symbolic present day implications, being that the schism between these 2 countries is a microcosm of world sentiment.

But, either way, get over it already fuckers!
i bet in school the kids all called you a genius

In middle school I was a horny ****er like probably every normal guy. I would go in my room and jerk it like 3x a day. Well then I was a n00b at disposing of the evidence (tissues and toilet paper). At the time I had a mini trash bin, you know the kind with a lid and you press on it with your foot to open it, well everytime I jerked I just stuffed the kleenex in there.

Everyday I would add more and more to the collection. The bin was filled with only my sperm-wrenched toilet paper and kleenex in there. *ALL* they had to do to discover it was open the trash can! I guess everytime I opened it to add more kleenex the smell of month old jizz paper, which was inexistant to me, would wreak into the air of my room. Another bad thing was I always kept my door closed, even when I wasn't in it.

I think they were trying to clue me in about they know what is in the trash, I never thought of it until now...Well everytime my parents went into my room they were like "wow it stinks". I was so accustomed to the smell I honestly didn't smell anything! They told me to open the window and put the dirty clothes on the floor in the hamper. Still smelled to them. My mom kept on asking me "do you have trash, etc." I was always "no". I never thought about it until now but she NEVER asked anyone if they had trash. Every now and then she would just take every trash can in the house and empty it. lol.

I knew I had to rid of the kleenex because it was becoming too full. Well a dumbass thing of me to do was pick up all the tissues INSIDE the bag of the trashcan (which by the way all stuck together like one big marshmellow of ejaculate), INSTEAD of throwing the bag with all the tissues inside away, and throw the tissues in the toilet. I think the toilet actually got clogged and I was freaking the **** out, but a few more flushes and it was fine.

Now the bag was still in there and it still wreaked! And the bag that had the sperm residue was beggining to be implanted on the plastic bin that held the bag. So not only the bag smelled but the plastic bin that the bag was inside of and even the steel exterior of the trashcan itself did. Worst off I didn't even know it until a year ago (I will explain later). And everybody that entered my room commented on how it smelled but I didn't smell shit!

So I stopped putting the tissues inside the trashcan because I must have became smarter all of a sudden. That wasn't the case. I would start to wank it at night, in addition to the day, and put all the tissues used for night wanking in the only drawer of my nightstand (right next to my bed). I would open the drawer and add the tissue to the nightstand while it was still fresh, not caring if the tissue would use the jizz to weld itself and stick to the bottom of the wood drawer. Well I would keep the stash there like a week before I would flush it.

And yet again, being sperm, the smell would just transfer over to whatever it is touching and embed itself in it. I kept on doing this until I matured and discovered much better and logical ways of disposing of it. It took baby steps to get to that moment though (first I would get my deoderant than apply a film of the deoderant to the bottom of the drawer until I eventually stopped using the drawer). When cleaning my room one day it took ALOT of scrubbing to get the smell and sticky toilet paper on the drawer out.

Ok now remember how I said I didn't even realize the trashcan smelled? Well years after just letting it sit there, rot, and not cleaning it my older sister was redesigning her room and asked if she could have the miniature trash can. I havn't used it for years, and I forgot all about what I did to it, so I said sure. Yikes.

She must've used it once than came to me when I was with my mother and was like "boy your trashcan really smelled bad like toothpaste". My mom was like "oh, I'll clean it for you" (she NEVER volunteers to clean stuff!). My sister was like "no, I already cleaned it". LOL I saw it in the bathtub, she must have scrubbed it to death with a toothbrush or something! I don't know how the hell she cleaned it and got the smell out! (i don't even know if she did get the smell out)

I read that entire thing.

But I used socks and stashed them away in my closet. ;)

I remember one Christmas eve. I'd been drinking since noon with a friend at his place and was a little worse for wear by the time the rest of our buddies arrived at 6pm. I had been drinking beer all day, but they brought round some fierce spirits and some evil weed. I remember being passed a short of 'morgadina' - which is some sort of portugese liqeur that hits at around 70 per cent proof alc content. Next thing I knowis I'm semi conscious, sat on the stairs, projectile vomiting onto my friends front door. Then ~I begin to summon a huge cattarh flegm-ball from the depths of my lungs and spit it right onto the back of my friends door. Next thing I know I go berserk and it takes 4 men to pin me down on the floor. I got put in a taxi and next thing I know I am squatting in my bedroom taking a shit in front of my mother on my carpet!

It's not that I don't give a shit, but I realize these people will be fighting and killing each other for as long as we live and a lot longer than that.

Israel gah.

Thanks for the tips, but the old hidden sock is th ebest technique.

I remember one Christmas eve. I'd been drinking since noon with a friend at his place and was a little worse for wear by the time the rest of our buddies arrived at 6pm. I had been drinking beer all day, but they brought round some fierce spirits and some evil weed. I remember being passed a short of 'morgadina' - which is some sort of portugese liqeur that hits at around 70 per cent proof alc content. Next thing I knowis I'm semi conscious, sat on the stairs, projectile vomiting onto my friends front door. Then ~I begin to summon a huge cattarh flegm-ball from the depths of my lungs and spit it right onto the back of my friends door. Next thing I know I go berserk and it takes 4 men to pin me down on the floor. I got put in a taxi and next thing I know I am squatting in my bedroom taking a shit in front of my mother on my carpet!
:rofl: Dude that must have been some good shit.

I remember one Christmas eve. I'd been drinking since noon with a friend at his place and was a little worse for wear by the time the rest of our buddies arrived at 6pm. I had been drinking beer all day, but they brought round some fierce spirits and some evil weed. I remember being passed a short of 'morgadina' - which is some sort of portugese liqeur that hits at around 70 per cent proof alc content. Next thing I knowis I'm semi conscious, sat on the stairs, projectile vomiting onto my friends front door. Then ~I begin to summon a huge cattarh flegm-ball from the depths of my lungs and spit it right onto the back of my friends door. Next thing I know I go berserk and it takes 4 men to pin me down on the floor. I got put in a taxi and next thing I know I am squatting in my bedroom taking a shit in front of my mother on my carpet!


was it 70% alcohol or 70 proof? there is a difference, you know.

well it wouldnt be very impressive at 35% alcohol, now, would it?

you're the one that said it. I was just asking for clarification.

and one shot of 140 proof alcohol is not really that impressive. in fact, it's not impressive at all unless your aim was to make me yawn.

Am I the only person who doesn't give a shit about this conflict? Sure, this statement is insensitive, but I can barely express my boredom at the never-ending fighting between these 2 countries!

The only interesting part is that US backed Israel is fighting against the Muslim backed Palestinians and this has symbolic present day implications, being that the schism between these 2 countries is a microcosm of world sentiment.

But, either way, get over it already fuckers!

Why isn't Boner making predictions on this lucrative conflict

GO ISRAEL!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes, go to hell.

between these 2 countries!

TERRORIST

In middle school I was a horny.......

This was probably the greatest story ever told. I got dibs on the screenplay

come on guys, it's obvious god wants Israel to win.

you're the one that said it. I was just asking for clarification.

and one shot of 140 proof alcohol is not really that impressive. in fact, it's not impressive at all unless your aim was to make me yawn.

Yo, yo, this guy is pretty hardcore.

In middle school I was a horny ****er like probably every normal guy. I would go in my room and jerk it like 3x a day. Well then I was a n00b at disposing of the evidence (tissues and toilet paper). At the time I had a mini trash bin, you know the kind with a lid and you press on it with your foot to open it, well everytime I jerked I just stuffed the kleenex in there.

Everyday I would add more and more to the collection. The bin was filled with only my sperm-wrenched toilet paper and kleenex in there. *ALL* they had to do to discover it was open the trash can! I guess everytime I opened it to add more kleenex the smell of month old jizz paper, which was inexistant to me, would wreak into the air of my room. Another bad thing was I always kept my door closed, even when I wasn't in it.

I think they were trying to clue me in about they know what is in the trash, I never thought of it until now...Well everytime my parents went into my room they were like "wow it stinks". I was so accustomed to the smell I honestly didn't smell anything! They told me to open the window and put the dirty clothes on the floor in the hamper. Still smelled to them. My mom kept on asking me "do you have trash, etc." I was always "no". I never thought about it until now but she NEVER asked anyone if they had trash. Every now and then she would just take every trash can in the house and empty it. lol.

I knew I had to rid of the kleenex because it was becoming too full. Well a dumbass thing of me to do was pick up all the tissues INSIDE the bag of the trashcan (which by the way all stuck together like one big marshmellow of ejaculate), INSTEAD of throwing the bag with all the tissues inside away, and throw the tissues in the toilet. I think the toilet actually got clogged and I was freaking the **** out, but a few more flushes and it was fine.

Now the bag was still in there and it still wreaked! And the bag that had the sperm residue was beggining to be implanted on the plastic bin that held the bag. So not only the bag smelled but the plastic bin that the bag was inside of and even the steel exterior of the trashcan itself did. Worst off I didn't even know it until a year ago (I will explain later). And everybody that entered my room commented on how it smelled but I didn't smell shit!

So I stopped putting the tissues inside the trashcan because I must have became smarter all of a sudden. That wasn't the case. I would start to wank it at night, in addition to the day, and put all the tissues used for night wanking in the only drawer of my nightstand (right next to my bed). I would open the drawer and add the tissue to the nightstand while it was still fresh, not caring if the tissue would use the jizz to weld itself and stick to the bottom of the wood drawer. Well I would keep the stash there like a week before I would flush it.

And yet again, being sperm, the smell would just transfer over to whatever it is touching and embed itself in it. I kept on doing this until I matured and discovered much better and logical ways of disposing of it. It took baby steps to get to that moment though (first I would get my deoderant than apply a film of the deoderant to the bottom of the drawer until I eventually stopped using the drawer). When cleaning my room one day it took ALOT of scrubbing to get the smell and sticky toilet paper on the drawer out.

Ok now remember how I said I didn't even realize the trashcan smelled? Well years after just letting it sit there, rot, and not cleaning it my older sister was redesigning her room and asked if she could have the miniature trash can. I havn't used it for years, and I forgot all about what I did to it, so I said sure. Yikes.

She must've used it once than came to me when I was with my mother and was like "boy your trashcan really smelled bad like toothpaste". My mom was like "oh, I'll clean it for you" (she NEVER volunteers to clean stuff!). My sister was like "no, I already cleaned it". LOL I saw it in the bathtub, she must have scrubbed it to death with a toothbrush or something! I don't know how the hell she cleaned it and got the smell out! (i don't even know if she did get the smell out)


I sure hope after "cleaning" it your sister doesn't come up pregnant.

I remember one Christmas eve. I'd been drinking since noon with a friend at his place and was a little worse for wear by the time the rest of our buddies arrived at 6pm. I had been drinking beer all day, but they brought round some fierce spirits and some evil weed. I remember being passed a short of 'morgadina' - which is some sort of portugese liqeur that hits at around 70 per cent proof alc content. Next thing I knowis I'm semi conscious, sat on the stairs, projectile vomiting onto my friends front door. Then ~I begin to summon a huge cattarh flegm-ball from the depths of my lungs and spit it right onto the back of my friends door. Next thing I know I go berserk and it takes 4 men to pin me down on the floor. I got put in a taxi and next thing I know I am squatting in my bedroom taking a shit in front of my mother on my carpet!

Sweet! :rofl:

i bet in school the kids all called you a genius

I bet in the casino all the playas call you a poker genius.

Yo, yo, this guy is pretty hardcore.

uh, I'd say a single shot of 140 proof liquor doing someone else in would make them a pussy, not make me 'hardcore', but nice try you fucking twerp.

Why the fuck is this drivel on my politics board.

because you're a faggot.