A wise man once looked me in the eye and said: "I think the fat one is taken. But, I'm also pretty sure we could tag team the hot one."

That is all.

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Now, so to place these images, totalized and fitted to the limits of the human mind, as to elicit from, and to superinduce upon, the forms themselves the moral reflections to which they approximate, to make the external internal, the internal external, to make nature thought, and thought nature—this is the mystery of genius in the fine arts.

St00n

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"In mathematics, a division is called a division by zero if the divisor is zero. Such a division can be formally expressed as a/0 where a is the dividend. Whether this expression can be assigned a well-defined value depends upon the mathematical setting. In ordinary (real number) arithmetic, the expression has no meaning.

In computer programming, integer division by zero may cause a program to terminate or, as in the case of floating point numbers, may result in a special not-a-number value (see below).

Historically, one of the earliest recorded references to the mathematical impossibility of assigning a value to a/0 is contained in Bishop Berkeley's criticism of infinitesimal calculus in The Analyst; see Ghosts of departed quantities."

So, yes division by zero is impossible, except in mathematical disciplines employed only by math nerds.

Eat it.

i would just like to fucking point out that the level of fucking filth, grime and general disregard for humanity on a whole that this site used to embody has fallen far FAR to the wayside.... i aim to change this.

first off a big FUCKING DIE DOUCHBAGS!!!! to soccer moms and old fucking faggots that have nothing to do but get coffee at 7am and drive like noone has anyware to be, like its fucking sunday or something!!! jeasus fucking christ get off the fucking road, or wait untill after rush hour to get your fucking coffee, stay in bed, masterbate, enjoy fucking life, god knows for you old people there isent much left. And soccer moms, oooo soccer moms, why dont you take that stick jammed so far up your eleitist, pertentious, prude christian ass and blow your husband when he gets up for work..... just imagin how much more money he can make for you to steal from him if hes going into work every morning with the pipes clean and a smile on his face, and itll make paying for your SUV and its gas so much more satisfying, come on ladies, earn that paycheck!!!!! and for christ sakes, swallow or take it on the face, be a team player!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

COCK ASS

i would also like to touch on the taint....grundle if you will.....here is a part of the body badly in need of a booster!!! have you ever had your grundle licked? let me tell you i have, and its awesome!!! dont be afraid of the taint, it wont bite you, or hurt you, its your freind, so stick that tounge out and give it a lick, your partner will thank you for it, and so will I!

*ATTENTION GIRLS*
Blow more cum bubbles! its hot, we like it and itll extend your life an average of 4 years!

mike you should bring back the autoposter for porn and comics.....definitly one of the better features missing these days!

948

Repeat after me.
One red hen.
Couple of Ducks.
Three Brown bears.
Four running Hares.
Five fat, fickle females feeling fine.
Six simple Salesman sitting on a stoop.
Seven Sinbad sailors, sailing the seven seas on a sleuth.
Eight egotistical egotists echoeing their egotistical ecstacies.
Nine nude nubians nibbling on nags, nuts, and nicotine.
Ten, I wish I was a fig plucker or a fig pluckers son, cause Id pluck figs till the fig plucker comes.

Last night, I got my computer running in my apartment, so I now have internet access from my home. I got phone service a couple of weeks ago, but I only recently got a monitor, which I needed to make the phone service of any use to me. When I called SBC to see whether my phone service was working or not (I didn't feel like going out and buying a telephone to test out the jacks), they told me that it was hooked up, but that there was something wrong on my end - the connection hadn't been made at our apartment's phone box, something the apartment manager is supposed to take care of. The apartment manager, a gay film producer named Armando, didn't understand what hooking up the phones involved, so I decided to try and do it myself last night. I spent about 15 minutes trying to figure out how the process worked by looking at the phone box before I noticed that my phone was, in fact, actually set up correctly (already).

Ah, anyways, it's odd having internet access in my apartment. Throughout college, it was such a necessary part of my daily life that I was surprised that I had got on fairly well without it over the last few months. Having it again feels like I've gone backwards or something.

I wonder why I've been so okay with not really owning anything - I'm sitting on a pillow right now, the monitor on the floor. I don't own much furniture, a bed (thanks Caniprokis), a couch, and a couple of tables. I bought the couch and the tables from a woman who was moving to Minnesota. She sold me the couch (old, nice quality, leather) for $30 and the two coffee tables for $40 (good quality, I guess). I still wonder how anyone could think that two coffee tables would be worth more than the couch in that situation. It felt odd paying more for the tables.

I don't know why, though, that I've been ok with not having anything up. I have a few posters rolled up in a tube, they've been sitting at the Harveyopolis offices for, what, a month, now.

Pappy and I went to IHOP on Christmas. I used to think that place was awesome, back in CT (mainly because it involved a trip to Hamden, I think, long distance). It's still good.

I got a book of poetry by Wallace Stevens today. Good stuff. This is one of his poems:

Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.

What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?

Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:

I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.

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I'd like it if people started posting more. I'm interested in hearing what's been going on back home, maybe just what's been going on in your daily lives.

Stun

In my preparations to move and all, I'm cleaning and found an interesting little poem I cut from some book way back in high school. It's short and funny, and preferenced by the words:

CHILDREN (singing)

Three hundred million people
Livin' fast and livin' good
On burgers made from cats and dogs
And burgers made from wood,
And burgers made from oven mitts
And burgers made from glue
And burgers made from God-knows-what
And burgers made from you.

Just thought was silly and arbitrarily odd. Take care, everyone!

Knaa'mean?

Odd that we should have something in common. I'm a huge fan of X. Been reading it since roughly late 2000. It was actually one of Pappy's former roommates that showed me it. It is probably one of the best comics every created. I especially love how they portray X (just a big thumb in the sky with a great sense of humor) and X.

Some other great comics are Get Fuzzy and for the uber geeks out there Penny Arcade and Warbucket.

* A note from Insult.org: This post has been edited to remove references to a comic strip which, at the time, was boring and inconsequential. The creator of the strip has since turned into a horrible human being and uses the strip to spew hatred that even we won't be associated with.