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Anonymous
Anyone ever get stung by a scorpion, and if you did, how much did it hurt? New place I'm in is infested with them, and I'm curious.
>> Anonymous
Hurt a lot. Had to go to hospital. Foot got all swollen and purple too.
>> Anonymous
depends, ive been hit by one of those little red fuckers they have everywhere in AZ, hurt like a bee sting, got really inflamed and turned hot, was ok like two days later though
>> Anonymous
Depends on what kind of scorpion.
It varies. But I can assure you that getting stung by any will hurt.
>> Anonymous
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Yes, and I started running a high fever, muscle spasms, throat swelled up, drooling, puking, ect. Bark scorpion, Nevada.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151616
You shouldn't do that.
>> Anonymous
>>151618

Bitter, let's make a chud baby
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151644
You are volunteering for to be the mother/hooker, right?
>> Anonymous
>>151647

Oh, yeah. I like being the catcher.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151651
Well, it's too bad you can't even grasp the concept of sage. Unsaged off-topic posts are a huge turn off.
>> Anonymous
>>151653
Too lazy to search for a post when it's saged.
A shame, too, 'cuz I can be as raunchy as you'd want me to be. I'd rim your asshole 23 ways from Sunday. I know I enjoy a good tongue fucking, I can only assume you relish such a carnal pleasure yourself.
>> Anonymous
>>151654

Oh dear jesus I think I just threw up a little in my mouth...
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151654
In one sentence you claim to enjoy something that takes a good bit of effort (anyone who says that much tongue motion isn't effort should be shot), and in another, you admit you are too lazy to hit page down a few times? Please keep your gona-herpa-syphilis to yourself. There is a reason that one's tongue and one's mouth are so far apart.
>> Anonymous
Jesus Christ.
>> Anonymous
>>151657

Meh, what can I say, when it comes to the stuff I enjoy doing, I cut no corners!
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
OP I'm sorry your excellent scorpion thread got derailed by gay sex and anuses.
>> Anonymous
>>151657

>>one's tongue and one's mouth are so far apart

...wait, what?
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151669
I'm sorry, I was distracted!

>one's tongue and one's anus
fix'd.
>> Anonymous
>>151671
well we know what you were thinking of
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151676
Yep, that's me, one track sex

Can this be over now? Thanks.
>> Anonymous
>>151678
it's cute when you squirm because you became the center of attention
>> Anonymous
>>151681

Oh, I know, isn't he just precious?
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151681
>>151682
There is something in love that seems to me, now, to be realer than what we think of as real...Something that exists under and above the world that we can know through our senses. I now suspect that every form of love, from the transcendental to the romantic to the familial, is *real,* and has an existence independent of the lover and the beloved and is con-substantial with all the love that has ever existed. I still consider myself to be fundamentally a materialist, and hold it to be a truism that we are made of matter, and matter is made of energy, and energy is comprised of heat and motion, which radiate through waves and particles, which are made from raw information, but from whence does this information arise? I suspect that it is an effect of love. I do not know whether the world is the intentional *result* of the action of love, or if it is an ungoverned, ephemeral effervescence of love, a side effect. I do not know if it is even possible to answer this question. When speaking of love and it is of course all too easy to lapse into cliches and easy platitudes, but I hope, in my future writing and personal work, to do precisely the opposite; to underline the alien nature of love, to accentuate the fact that it is a strange faith, not of our fathers, to which we must convert if we are to find the power to survive in this world, and more importantly find the power to work for change, the most difficult form of change being, of course, the changing of the self...

tl;dr Fuck you and your field too long error.
>> Anonymous
>>151688
particles are made of strings of energy vibrating in 11 dimensions (maybe some people call that love...not me)
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151692
There is a reason that all the world’s religions have insisted on dragging down the possibility of love between humans and made it subordinate to the love of an Other that is perfect, precisely because that Other is beyond our reach. The best of lovers is the one that is far, far away, to whom you write love letters in fervent anticipation, and who is not besmirched by the endless disappointing humiliation of contact. And that is why it is those who truly love best, the forsaken soldiers dying in distant lands, suffer the most, for they love the most, and most sincerely. That perfect lover, the one that patiently dries all of your tears, that knows all of your fears without thinking less of you, that comforts you in the long nights that precede those most desperate of trials, cannot, and does not survive contact. That is precisely why the greatest lover cannot, must not, be met. And that is why the most desperate of lovers call their beloved “God” and say to themselves that were He to be seen, were merely His name to be spoken, it should mean certain death. And that is why for the lovers of God heartbreak is always merely a prelude to an even more passionate reconciliation, because their beloved always takes them back, always accepts them back into its bosom, for that beloved which those penitent lovers seek to draw near is permitted one ultimate, unconquerable strength denied to all other things of which we can have thoughts. It does not exist.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>151695
And in not existing, it does not suffer as a lover does, when the pain of its beloved is inflicted upon it. And it does not become frightened, when it sees how much its beloved has to fear. And it is not wounded by the infidelities of those who swear eternal love, for it has no heart, and no mind, and no presence, and no existence, and no way to hurt, and no way to suffer, and it cannot lie awake at night in your arms, thinking about how foolish it once was to believe in your perfection, and feel those first timid thoughts of escape into the arms of another, one that shall remedy your failings. As the perfect lover does not exist, so the perfect love is that of what does not exist. And that is why, unlike the soldiers abandoned by those that sealed their treachery with solemn kisses, the priests suffer not at all, for they love nothing at all, and are not kissed, not by any, forever, for all time.
>> Puddin
Bitter, that was quite the wall of text.. Somehow I get the feeling it was very deep and profound and possibly life changing.

I wouldn't know, I just skimmed it and saw alot of the word 'love' and got scared :(
>> Anonymous
>>152215
Holy shit, I can totally see him giving this as an impassioned lecture sitting in a bathroom as the camera slowly pans to a tied up girl sitting in the bathtub, whom he points at with a knife, instructing her to "SHUT UP!" when her muffled cries become so loud they interrupt his train of thought.
>> Bitter Anon !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>152215
Was threadnomancy necessary? It's a rant by Adaptive Systems that I borrow whenever I want a conversation to end. It works even better in person.

>>152223
Here is another that may or may not be AS.
I will summon mangy dogs and dysenteric lepers, and they will defecate upon your face and empty themselves into your forced-open mouth. I will gouge out your eyes and feed them to my hounds. I will tear off your skin strip by strip with a rusty meat-cleaver. I will embed red-hot nails in your genitals. I will cut off your fingers with pruning shears and ram them up your nose. I will brand your buttocks with my initials and infibulate your colon with a power drill. I will pour molten metal into your ears and eye sockets. I will spray your raw, exposed flesh with nitric acid. I will split open your breastbone with an angle-grinder and puncture your innards with a red-hot toasting fork. I will bring flesh-eating maggots and let them squirm and burrow through your warm entrails.
>> Anonymous
>>152231
can you actually recite one of those rants to someone in person?
>> Bitter SAGE !!WJLRQ1cwCyZ
>>152256
Yes. I've been told it's like getting a lecture from a tiny Jeremy Irons.

Forgot my sage >=(