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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The only thing we all have to fear in this world is human&amp;nbsp;stupidity. And squirrels. Fear the squirrels, they shall eat your faces in your sleep.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/8500445239027366514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2013/01/apocalypse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8500445239027366514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8500445239027366514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2013/01/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339000000033</georss:point><georss:box>45.058455 26.661977500000031 45.237665 26.984700500000034</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-2375356519109872941</id><published>2012-08-01T16:26:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2012-08-01T16:27:53.873+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>No</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can&#39;t stand people who can&#39;t take no for an answer. You ever had this happened to you? Like, when one of your goofy ass friends insists on you watching a particular movie or eat a particular food and for whatever reason, you just don&#39;t feel like. But they insist. It starts off slowly, like &quot;hey dude, do you wanna watch a movie?&quot; and you&#39;re like &quot;nah man, not really in the mood&quot;. And then they &quot;c&#39;mon man, that&#39;s a good movie, lot&#39;s of gun bangs&quot;. &quot;Nah, not much into action films.&quot; &quot;It&#39;s got a really hot chick, with really big boobs in it.&quot; &quot;That&#39;s not a&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;to sit through two hours of crap.&quot; &quot;It&#39;ll be good.&quot; &quot;Probably won&#39;t be!&quot; &quot;C&#39;mon maaan!&quot; &quot;No! I don&#39;t wanna watch a movie!&quot; &quot;What else do you do then?&quot; &quot;Anything else!&quot; &quot;Let me just put this CD in the DVD Player!&quot; &quot;Asshole, I said no, I don&#39;t wanna watch a fucking movie, you dumb motherfucker!&quot; &quot;Why you gotta be that way?&quot; &quot;Because I told you nicely, fifteen times, that I don&#39;t wanna watch a movie! And you just keep at it, you don&#39;t let up, you don&#39;t shut up, you just keep pushing and pushing until I have to get to the level of being a prick! Fuck you, fuck your movie, and go fuck&amp;nbsp;yourself!&quot; &quot;Man, you are such a dick!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now you look like the bad guy, because this guy couldn&#39;t take a fucking hint. It&#39;s this type of shit that pisses me off. No means no, open your ears and pay attention and stop trying to get me to do something I don&#39;t wanna do. No means no, go fuck&amp;nbsp;yourself and kill your mother. Fucking bastard, that movie sucks anyway.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/2375356519109872941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/08/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/2375356519109872941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/2375356519109872941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/08/no.html' title='No'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339</georss:point><georss:box>45.103265 26.744375 45.192855 26.902303</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-3979227228361004460</id><published>2012-04-16T21:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-16T21:29:10.271+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics"/><title type='text'>Shifty</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There&#39;s a lot of folks out there that are all into politics and they go above and beyond to express&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;opinions and support whatever candidate, they feel, is the best choice for the job. Why? I mean, not for nothing, but doesn&#39;t it seem that every politician from an office is a complete moron? Some people will say &quot;Well, he or she is a politician and really cares&quot;. Bullshit. Politicians don&#39;t care. Period. Not one bit. Nothing. No caring at all. Who the hell give them the idea that any politician is actually working in the interest of the&amp;nbsp;Romanian&amp;nbsp;people? I&#39;d like a list, please. &quot;Well,&amp;nbsp;ACTA&amp;nbsp;didn&#39;t pass the bill and...&quot; Whatever. Doesn&#39;t matter, most of the bills had a hidden purpose and established a little more protection for the large corporations while slowly tripping away your rights as an individual.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Speaking of homework, why is everyone such a&amp;nbsp;dumb ass? Is the educations system so poor that is just creating a generation of mindless consumers that have no opinion and stuck in a semi&amp;nbsp;conscious&amp;nbsp;state? I know I lost a few of you already. Fine, don&#39;t you find it odd that our public school systems are&amp;nbsp;introducing&amp;nbsp;shit for the last thirty years? &quot;Well, schools aren&#39;t gaining the necessary funding&quot;. Why is that? &quot;The politicians are giving public schools the necessary funding&quot;. Why is that? &quot;I don&#39;t know, I went to public school&quot;. They want to keep you dumb. What better way to control people than by controlling what they see and hear. Ahem, try&amp;nbsp;Google. If knowledge is power and someone is controlling who gets the knowledge, who has the power? Ha? Making sense? &quot;No, I went to public school and I enjoy my career at the mall&quot;. And now that we understood that politicians&amp;nbsp;under fund&amp;nbsp;public schools to keep people dumb, what about those special folks who have the means to go to a private school? Surely they have a better shot at earning an education. True, but not to worry, their&amp;nbsp;business&amp;nbsp;in your local area will&amp;nbsp;bombard&amp;nbsp;you with all sort of high tech gadgets, gizmos, online life sucking monkey brain little games, paid with your credit card so they can keep you perpetually dead and perpetually working to pay off that game World of Warcraft, that you played online in 2003. And not to worry, I&#39;m sure one of these caring politicians will sloop down and save you with some sort of credit card interest block. Or maybe loan you a few bucks to pay off your bills. Now there&#39;s a caring politician. But don&#39;t hold your breath.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/3979227228361004460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/shifty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/3979227228361004460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/3979227228361004460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/shifty.html' title='Shifty'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339</georss:point><georss:box>45.103265 26.744375 45.192855 26.902303</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-7235136893920722615</id><published>2012-04-15T19:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-15T19:47:02.429+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tag care imi aduce inca 3 cititori"/><title type='text'>Sweet love</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This is going to be dating advice from the lord and master, me. Alright, you&amp;nbsp;out here, listen&amp;nbsp;closely, these guys you should look out for.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The type of guys driving around, listening to fucking dance music like Inna and stupid dumb ass songs like that from nowadays, that nobody gives a shit about and go on and on like bum tss bum tss bum tss. They think that if they play that shit while driving around, you are gonna throw yourself on the hood of the car and then start shouting at the windshield &quot;I love you because you&#39;re playing Inna&quot;. What the fuck ever. You know what you do? You go in for the tiers and throw him into a fucking tree. And watch out for those guys that come over &amp;nbsp;on the weekends just to sit down and watch football. And every five minutes is like &quot;hey babe, can you get me a beer from the fridge?&quot;. Fuck that shit. Tell that fat bastard to get up and get it themselves. And if he gives you the response &quot;but I work all week&quot;. You know what? You must be women out there that work all week too and have to take care of a fucking child. Tell that fat bastard to get up and get his own fucking beer. And watch out for guys that call you by pat name more than they do your own name. And if they ever refer to you as &quot;my girl&quot; you drop that fucker like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And not to get down on all you guys. Don&#39;t worry, there are women that you should be looking out for too. Like anyone that dresses like a damn slut. You don&#39;t wanna be affiliated with. If you can see more cleavage than a plumber&#39;s ass, don&#39;t get involve. Watch out for women who wear excessive&amp;nbsp;jewelry.&amp;nbsp;You know the fucking type of bitch who&#39;s got about like fifteen rings on each finger. Oh, and keep away name plates. You know, that type that has it&#39;s own name on little chains as if they fucking forget. And those that have&amp;nbsp;tattoos with&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;same shit. Are they really that stupid? Are they waking up in the morning &quot;oh my god, what&#39;s my name?&quot; and they have to look at their ass in the mirror to find out who they are. &quot;That&#39;s right, I&#39;m Amy&quot;. Give me a fucking break. You don&#39;t want to deal with women who don&#39;t know&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;they are. And here&#39;s a good test. When you&#39;re window shopping, like in our mall and they pull you by your arm to a jewelry window smash their head into the window and run, &#39;cause you don&#39;t wanna deal with some money hungry bitch.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; My only decent&amp;nbsp;advice&amp;nbsp;to have a healthy relationship is leave&amp;nbsp;each other&amp;nbsp;alone. Don&#39;t be overly concerned, don&#39;t try to dominate them, don&#39;t try to control them. Let&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;be independent, let&amp;nbsp;them&amp;nbsp;do what they want. You people think you can&amp;nbsp;understand&amp;nbsp;this? I know there is some reason to be suspicious. Like, you know, your girlfriend walks in with a condom on her head, then you may wanna ask a few questions. But other than that, you know what, try to trust the other individual and if it doesn&#39;t work out, fuck them. Let them drop dead from a weird disease. You are better than that and you don&#39;t have to validate&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;through another person&#39;s life. Every individual is an island and can be an island. Don&#39;t be an insignificant person that just walks through life. Stop seeking something that isn&#39;t there and move on.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/7235136893920722615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/sweet-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/7235136893920722615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/7235136893920722615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/sweet-love.html' title='Sweet love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339</georss:point><georss:box>45.103265 26.744375 45.192855 26.902303</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-8044443537364274188</id><published>2012-04-14T20:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T20:23:12.376+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tag care imi aduce inca 3 cititori"/><title type='text'>Do another one</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&#39;m getting a bit tired of every comic book being turned into a movie and/or video game. I admit, certain films have been pretty fun to watch, but all in all, it&#39;s all crap. And the video games, folks, stop making movies based on video games! Can&#39;t you find a more relevant piece of source material than a video game? Why don&#39;t you make &quot;Guitar Hero - The Movie&quot;? Ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I also hate when they reboot a series. It&#39;s like &quot;let&#39;s remove everything fans are familiar with and just use the characters and make shit up as we go along&quot;. I don&#39;t ask for much, just some consistency. I don&#39;t want Superman coming back from space to find out that Louis Lane is an alien. I don&#39;t want Spiderman coming back to life and killing three of his arch rivals in one film. Street fighter movies, in any form, not wanted. Live action Dragon Ball Z movies, uncalled for. And I certainly don&#39;t want Saw to be a series. Stop making Saw movies! They all sucked. Every single one of them. The other thing I &#39;love&#39; are the idiotic ad shit that makes no sense. Like shaving commercials for &quot;Wolverine - The Movie&quot;. Speed racer sandwiches. Star&amp;nbsp;Trek&amp;nbsp;car&amp;nbsp;assurances&amp;nbsp;that come with best food deals. And speaking of Star Trek, what the fuck does car assurance has to do with Star Trek? Who&#39;s ensuring the god damned Enterprise? Gayco? I don&#39;t fucking&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;so.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The sad thing is that it&#39;s never going to end, because Hollywood doesn&#39;t care. And that&#39;s because the fans will continue to go to see these movies because they can&#39;t resist the temptation. Stop going to these exploiting comic book piles of crap! You&#39;re just perpetuating the productions of these films. We shall not watch bad movies! The power of Vali compels you! &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The power of Vali compels you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eventually we&#39;ll have ruined everything mainstream and then we have to start exploiting the underworld, filled with quality movies and music, brilliant people and&amp;nbsp;Doritos. And then will be films like &quot;The Pianist - The same unchanged movie but we play it again because &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;was awesome!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;It&#39;ll happen. Then movies like &quot;Spiderman - Part eleven with more drama&quot; will vanquish for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The power of Vali compels you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;The power of Vali compels you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;The power of Vali compels you!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/8044443537364274188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/do-another-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8044443537364274188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8044443537364274188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/do-another-one.html' title='Do another one'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339</georss:point><georss:box>45.103265 26.744375 45.192855 26.902303</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-210025723582693110</id><published>2012-04-04T21:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-04T21:52:11.857+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&#39;m really starting to hate documentaries. For all the shows I&#39;ve watched over the years the documentaries have stood up as glorious examples for trash nonsense. The majority of them have numerous interviews with contradicting &#39;experts&#39; blabling back and forth about about a&amp;nbsp;particularly&amp;nbsp;theory or event. All this goes on and on with useless arguments, shittty documentation and poorly&amp;nbsp;theorized&amp;nbsp;assumptions that&amp;nbsp;ultimately&amp;nbsp; leave us with no answers and no entertainment. Documentaries aside, apparently shows about suckers driving around is now considered entertainment. So is fishing, cooking, eating and home improvement. Are we all really this fucking stupid? Stuff that you should do in real life, but you are too lazy to do it, has become entertainment. People will sit ans watch a TV marathon of some fat bastard travelling the world, eating. You are watching someone eat as a form of&amp;nbsp;entertainment. You are watching people do their jobs when you don&#39;t have one of your own, as a form of&amp;nbsp;entertainment. You are watching people cook, while you microwave a&amp;nbsp;pop tart&amp;nbsp;as a form of&amp;nbsp;entertainment. This is what we have reduced&amp;nbsp;our self&amp;nbsp;to. And you know who I blame? The writers. Back in the day all the televisions decided to go wider because they needed more money. Little bit they&amp;nbsp;realized&amp;nbsp;or took in consideration that the general public will watch anything. Soon, the media executives discovered that the concept of the writer is not needed in&amp;nbsp;television&amp;nbsp;or film development. The void was quickly filled with reality shows and shitty content and the humble writer was taken by the producers and directors. Way to go writers, you proved you self useless, ending the process that allows to the general public to make from every day crap a form of&amp;nbsp;entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not just the writers who I blame. The viewers&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;have a lot to answer for. You are the people that made Paris Hilton a celebrity. You are the people that made Twilight a phenomenon. You are the people that made colored rubber bands a trendy&amp;nbsp;accessory. You are the ones consuming this crap. Stop watching crap. And a part of me knows that this is a waste of time, most people have moved to another blog or Facebook filled with big breasted women jumping up and down in some exercise&amp;nbsp;routine. it&#39;s what people want. Pretty things doing average things. we have reached the bottom of the barrel and we are picking the rotten apple. Losers.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/210025723582693110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/entertainment.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/210025723582693110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/210025723582693110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-1777640397856787887</id><published>2012-04-01T10:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T21:13:49.516+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><title type='text'>People and animals</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Did you ever go to the supermarket or the local food store and by the cash register they have those little donation cans with pictures of a starving dog or an abused child? Did you ever lift one up to see how much money is actually in there? I have, and you know, more than seventy percent of the time the starving dog has more money than the abused child. Says a lot about society, doesn&#39;t it? One is a fellow human, the other is a completely different species. Every time the dog wins out. Why? &quot;Well, the dog is man&#39;s best friend.&quot; Well, that&#39;s a bit depressing, isn&#39;t it? I mean, that&#39;s the best you can do? A dog? Never mind the wife and kids, or you know, even a fellow man. Sorry, you all suck. &quot;The dog is a better&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;than anyone of you could possibly be.&quot; And that&#39;s why the starving little dog on the can get&#39;s my quarter over the child praying for a home.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It&#39;s interesting, humanity will leave behind his own species to save another. Which is either&amp;nbsp;incredibly&amp;nbsp;noble or severely stupid. I go with stupid. And on that note, of being stupid, did you ever notice when you&#39;re watching some sort of movie and all these people are getting blown up, killed, shot, stabbed, raped or being&amp;nbsp;ritualistically&amp;nbsp;tortured for two hours, you always seem to want more. Doesn&#39;t matter how gross, how depraved or how disgusting, people will always want to so see other people getting killed or at the very least, severely hurt. Truth of that is in those DVD sales of Saw and Jackass movies. Seriously, if you replaced the people in those movies with puppies, there will be protests in front of every&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;shows that film. But people, pchh, that&#39;s fine. And dude, did you ever watch one of those movies, where the beloved family dog get&#39;s hit by a car and dies? Not a dry eye in da house. Every fucking one is crying and saying, &quot;man, what a great dog, poor dog.&quot; This is the problem, there are people that are more broken up when their dog dies than when a family member does. It&#39;s insane. It&#39;s like &quot;I heard your brother passed away, sorry to hear about that.&quot; &quot;Eeh, well, he was in a bad way and when your number&#39;s up, you gotta go.&quot; &quot;And I also heard your dog got hit by a car and died too.&quot; &quot;I can&#39;t talk about that, it&#39;s too soon, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;too soon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&quot; &quot;It was like three months ago!&quot; &quot;I&#39;m&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;not over it man!&quot; How come nobody has this type of concern for squirrels, or for pigeons or niggers? Seriously, you run one over and it&#39;s not a big deal, he&#39;s just a nigger. You see one on the side of the road &quot;HA&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt; you wanna run it over?&quot; Funny? I hope your dog dies.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/1777640397856787887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/people-and-animals.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/1777640397856787887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/1777640397856787887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/04/people-and-animals.html' title='People and animals'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-8243064922650140037</id><published>2012-03-31T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-03-31T22:55:50.010+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>Devil&#39;s spawn</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Where is the parent that does not piss me off? Especially those with newborns. Anytime I go out of the house and I come&amp;nbsp;across&amp;nbsp;to some&amp;nbsp;newly&amp;nbsp;cursed parents, all I hear is about how awesome their child is and how great it is to be a parent. Let me set this straight, new parents are like victims of the Pot people, prior to the invasion they all had interests, they all laughed at crude&amp;nbsp;humor, they all liked games, had friends and it took a lot to obtain that. Then,&amp;nbsp;suddenly, over night while they were sleeping this new creature burst out of his host and eats up their individuality and sense of humor, leaving behind that new baby smell, which if you&#39;re not a parent makes you vomit and shit and the empty shells of the formerly cool people. So, my question is, why? What happens to the individuals that alters the minds of this once interesting individuals? Where once they were disgusting existential possibilities of time and space displacement, now they talk about baby&amp;nbsp;diapers&amp;nbsp;and how their devil spawn spits out the food in the cutest of ways. Fuck you. Just because you have a kid doesn&#39;t mean that you have to stop playing games, stop&amp;nbsp;reading&amp;nbsp;weird magazines, stop having interesting&amp;nbsp;music, movies and so on.&amp;nbsp;This&amp;nbsp;doesn&#39;t mean that your hobbies are now invalid or you have to stop laughing at crude humor or social content.&amp;nbsp;Regardless of the new edition of the family, you are an individual. &quot;Well you don&#39;t have a kid so you don&#39;t understand.&quot; Yes I do, I understand perfectly and frankly being on the outside of this newborn&amp;nbsp;nonsense I&amp;nbsp;see things a lot clear that you can with your diaper covered eyes. But now it&#39;s all about the child, and the worst part is they try to get you to give a shit and curve your sense of humor or you language around the baby. A colored joke and &quot;No, there&#39;s a baby here!&quot;. Fuck the baby dude, like the baby is not going to hear the word fuck or shit. This is what he&#39;s going to do for the rest of his life asshole. And there&#39;s no way in hell I&#39;m gonna censor myself just because you forgot to use a condom. That&#39;s what condoms are, genetic censoring. If you are not censoring&amp;nbsp;yourself, neither am I. And the best thing to do is call these fuckers out right in front of their kids,&amp;nbsp;regardless&amp;nbsp;of age because they&#39;re trying to give a good&amp;nbsp;example&amp;nbsp;in front of their child by using &quot;soft language&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fucking brain dead child retards.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/8243064922650140037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/03/devils-spawn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8243064922650140037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/8243064922650140037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/03/devils-spawn.html' title='Devil&#39;s spawn'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-514706562675048856</id><published>2012-01-28T15:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:00:39.371+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whores"/><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Women, I implore you, stop deceiving men! Seriously. And I know some of you out there are like: &quot;Huh?! I don&#39;t deceive anyone. I&#39;m nice and sweet and everyone likes me.&quot; Lies. I don&#39;t know if you women even realize &amp;nbsp;this, but every day you&#39;re going to a lot of trouble to deceive men. It&#39;s like, you wake up in the morning, put up a pound of make-up, strap on that push-up bra that makes your boobs seem all perky, you extend your lashes, add hair extensions, rosy up those cheeks, wear contacts to change your eye color, dye your hair, shave your legs, armpits, some of you your face and so on. Folks, if you have to do so much update to hide your true&amp;nbsp;appearance, you&#39;re not that attractive in the first place.&amp;nbsp;Accept it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here&#39;s where the&amp;nbsp;deceitful part comes in: now&amp;nbsp;that you&#39;re dressing&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;up to like a hooker, where do you go from there? I mean, fine, your look&amp;nbsp;initially attracts some guy, you get in a&amp;nbsp;relationship and eventually get&amp;nbsp;married, all the while keeping up&amp;nbsp;appearances. Then, one day, the guy wakes up in the&amp;nbsp;morning, rolls over, looks at you without your make-up on and says: &quot;Who the hell are you?&quot;. So now this guy sees you in all your natural glory, no make-up to cover up that hole on you cheek, no push up bra to lift up those saggy boobs that are really a B cup, not a double D that push up bra let him to believe. Now, to him, your boobs are hanging saggy flesh bags that are utterly repulsive. That guy thinks he&#39;s sleepy or had a nightmare, when actually you&#39;re&amp;nbsp;looking&amp;nbsp;just the way nature intended. Which makes you feel even worse about&amp;nbsp;yourself. So you go around and buy that age&amp;nbsp;defying teen hooker make-up and apply, and reapply until you finally look like some sort of artificial edition of a female Joker. I know that the make-up&amp;nbsp;thing&amp;nbsp;is there to make you&amp;nbsp;look&amp;nbsp;more attractive, but seriously, the facade has to come down some day and guys will see you as you really are. Wouldn&#39;t it be better to just be&amp;nbsp;yourself all the time rather than, you know, hide your flaws under powder and lipstick? I think so. No one likes to be dissapointed, so just be&amp;nbsp;yourself&amp;nbsp;all the time and people will know what to expect. And therefore, you will never dissapoint.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I&#39;m so&amp;nbsp;wise, oh yeah.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/514706562675048856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/514706562675048856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/514706562675048856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-5486162900281949885</id><published>2012-01-19T20:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T20:30:26.129+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>Best thing ever</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You ever had one of those friends who keeps&amp;nbsp;going&amp;nbsp;on and on about something, claiming is the best thing ever? Music,&amp;nbsp;movies, television, restaurants, they always seem to think they know what that best of everything is and have no problem talking like idiots, to show you, how great, that thing is. Like pizza. Why is everyone on a mission to show me where I can get &quot;the best pizza ever&quot;. Shut up. I don&#39;t want pizza. &quot;But dude, this is the best pizza ever&quot;. So after six hours of&amp;nbsp;dragging you to try &quot;the best pizza ever&quot;, you do so, and find out, much for your dismay that &quot;the best pizza ever&quot;, is crap. Total crap. The sauce sucks,&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;topping suck and is so thin it looks like tracing paper with&amp;nbsp;pepperoni&amp;nbsp;on it.I&#39;m not a big fan of food I can see through.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Another&amp;nbsp;situation&amp;nbsp;that brings me closer in&amp;nbsp;putting&amp;nbsp;a revolver to my head is, when you are in someones car, for no more than a ten minute trip, Mister Best Of&amp;nbsp;remembers&amp;nbsp;that he had the best&amp;nbsp;CD&amp;nbsp;ever, by the best&amp;nbsp;band&amp;nbsp;ever, in the back seat of the best used car ever purchased. So they decide to turn this ten minute drive into a three hour journey of musical oblivion, forcing you to to pass the same six places fifty times until the&amp;nbsp;CD is done. &quot;Wasn&#39;t that the best CD ever?&quot; You say something like this: &quot;No, can we go home now?&quot;. And this is how your three hour drive turns into a six hour drive, because now, this fucker has to make a point of it and tell you all the reasons why this CD is &quot;the best CD ever&quot; and why you should like it. I really don&#39;t know where people get this delusional&amp;nbsp;mentality&amp;nbsp;from, they&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;everything they like is great and if you have a contrary belief, this person will go out of their way to &quot;educate you&quot;. Fuck that.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Wouldn&#39;t it be nice to just be able to enjoy, what you enjoy without having some&amp;nbsp;aborted&amp;nbsp;jerk tell you about something else that hey think is better while&amp;nbsp;simultaneously putting down what you like? Are these people really so insecure about&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;that they need to boost their image by saying: &quot;Look at what I like, it&#39;s cool, I&#39;m cool!&quot; Seems the only thing in this world that is constantly in&amp;nbsp;fashion is ones own&amp;nbsp;insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fuck those.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/5486162900281949885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/5486162900281949885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/5486162900281949885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-thing-ever.html' title='Best thing ever'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339000000033</georss:point><georss:box>45.122515 26.772527000000032 45.173605 26.874151000000033</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-5258329906330320169</id><published>2012-01-14T19:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:52:41.734+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me so intelligent"/><title type='text'>Pop-up television</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Here&#39;s how I make life better for everyone. Turn off the&amp;nbsp;TV.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I watch&amp;nbsp;television all I see are idiotic people who act like complete assholes, some&amp;nbsp;boring made up&amp;nbsp;stories, rehab&amp;nbsp;scenarios, dumb game shows, stupid cartoons, liberal brain washing media, and some talking head&amp;nbsp;dictating&amp;nbsp;to me what I should wear, because is in fashion for the next six minutes. Oh, and let&#39;s not forget all the drug heads, yes, you need drugs, you may be depressed, you may have a runny nose, you may have ADD,&amp;nbsp;potential&amp;nbsp;blood cloth, &amp;nbsp;brain tumor, poor eye sight, you could be going bald, you may need bigger breasts, you must loose weight and you could have erectile&amp;nbsp;dysfunction. Gee, look at all the fun disorders I can choose from. Do we all need to be reminded&amp;nbsp;in between&amp;nbsp;brakes that we&#39;re all&amp;nbsp;unattractive fat&amp;nbsp;losers losing their hair? I mean, people watch&amp;nbsp;TV&amp;nbsp;to escape&amp;nbsp;reality, not be reminded of it. And the worst, are those fucking pop-up ads that they have in the lower part of the&amp;nbsp;screen, it&#39;s like you&#39;re watching a show and all of the sudden, some idiotic add, with some annoying sound has to pop up, to distract you from what you&#39;re watching. This is insulting. I&#39;m not going to sit&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;and watch the show then, during the show, be reminded that there&#39;s another show coming on and I should watch it. Screw that. I watch&amp;nbsp;nothing. If there&#39;s a show I like I wait for the&amp;nbsp;DVD, go on the torrents and download the fucker.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Seriously though, turn of the TV, and stay without it for o week or a month, and you&#39;ll see that your whole personality change, you&#39;ll be happier, you&#39;ll worry less, and you&#39;ll eliminate ninety&amp;nbsp;percent of negative information for&amp;nbsp;being sent to your brain.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Good deal yo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/5258329906330320169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/pop-up-television.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/5258329906330320169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/5258329906330320169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/pop-up-television.html' title='Pop-up television'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-343192030762078027</id><published>2012-01-14T11:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:23:05.250+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The handshake... What the hell happened with the handshake? Didn&#39;t you meet someone and when you go to shake their hand they try to pull some fist-knocking-switchy-twichy hand shit for which most people need a special class to train for? This crap it&#39;s just useless. Why can people just give me a normal&amp;nbsp;handshake? And I&#39;m not really buying this knocking fist together bullshit. I knock fists only with those who earned the right to touch my beloved hand and somehow don&#39;t make me feel gay. Like when you go up to someone and they put up their fist, in mid air and expect you to do the same so you can, you know, knock fists. Fuck those. I&#39;ve seen monkeys doing this on a nature channel and I personally think that we evolved past this archaic form of greeting. Well, some of us have.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And then, there&#39;s the other neo&amp;nbsp;handshake&amp;nbsp;which is just another nonsense. Like, when they go to shake your hand they kinda,&amp;nbsp;pull&amp;nbsp;you in and knock shoulders with you and hug you like it&#39;s the manliest thing. This is not manly and needs to stop. Stop it! I personally prefer the&amp;nbsp;Japanese greeting, there&#39;s no&amp;nbsp;physical contact, all you do is bow, life is simple. And since this is not going to become a norm in Romania anytime soon, can we at least get back to &amp;nbsp;a normal handshake?&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; And&amp;nbsp;for&amp;nbsp;those of you who actually do the traditional handshake, ease up on the&amp;nbsp;hand crushing. Some of you out there are getting a bit over&amp;nbsp;zealous in handshakes. You shouldn&#39;t really measure your manhood by the extent of eternal damage you&#39;ve done to someone&#39;s hand after you&#39;ve shaken it. Besides, making someone get reconstructive surgery it&#39;s not one of the best impressions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;PT Sans Caption&#39;; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://roblogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/nonsense.html&quot;&gt;Romana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/feeds/343192030762078027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/nonsense.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/343192030762078027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6085810090956730867/posts/default/343192030762078027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogulcu3cititori.blogspot.com/2012/01/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02010277762669186621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><georss:featurename>Buzău, România</georss:featurename><georss:point>45.14806 26.823339000000033</georss:point><georss:box>45.122515 26.772527000000032 45.173605 26.874151000000033</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6085810090956730867.post-7325445872328339440</id><published>2012-01-13T13:00:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T12:34:21.321+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moroni"/><title type='text'>Civility and idiots</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So the stupidity seems to perpetuate itself, every so often I need to follow up, and remind the masses why not to be fucking stupid.Once again we return to the beautiful world of social networking, the Friends List, in particular. What makes me wanna encourage mass hangings, is when people in your friends&#39;s lists starts bitching among each other, causing all sorts of problems among the rest of your friends. It&#39;s an endless cycle of he said, she said, lame intellectual arguments with an all around egocentric mentality causing everyone involved think that their view is the right view. No one rationalizes, no one thinks things through and so, now, all this shitfighting has you, caught in the middle, with both sides wanting you to choose one. Of course, being the rational one, you don&#39;t want to do that because, all you can think of is that these people are all fucking stupid and they all need to drink cyanide. But no one ever stop bitching, they just start deleting friends from their lists like that even matters, like deleting someone is empowering or something, like it gives you the last word. What if the person you deleted fucking hates you? And all you&#39;ve done is push a button to end a friendship the other persons didn&#39;t want in the first place, making you seem like a pity bastard and giving to the other persons everything they wanted. Makes you look like a sucker. Sucker! Do you really think you&#39;ve won some insignificant discussion? Do you really think your view is more valid because you eliminated the other party? It doesn&#39;t really works that way! You win a debate by winning a debate. You win it with facts! Real facts and knowledge. And if you can&#39;t discuss things rationally, keep your mouth shut! Keep the peace and let it go. But no one ever does. So now, you&#39;re still caught in the middle of all this bullshit, wondering, even at the age of twelve, if you are a little too old to be dealing with this juvenile behavior. So your friend list, along with all the other friends lists, goes down from two hundred to six. Because you didn&#39;t choose sides. You know, it might be healthy for everyone to find the trouble maker in their lists, and, like you were five years old, put that bastard in the corner because is fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The thing to remember folks: everyone sucks, everyone blows and everyone lies. The world needs to dispose the bitching jackasses whose own ideas and opinions seem to be more important than basic human civility. Getting tired of these people, keep that crap on your own page and leave us out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; With all due respect, go fuck yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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