The number of comments in the previous Smoking Room began to approach a critical level, so I MrDarkGraf sat down with the blogging toolkit for creating… ahem, blogs. These words combine somehow strangely for me, but that’s not the point. I’ve thought long enough No on what to do as the main basis of the Smoking Room, which will subsequently attract sheep users lost among the blogs, looking for content to delight their inquisitive souls, while the main inhabitants of this establishment communicate with each other on free topics. After going through different options in my head, I decided to settle on Finding Answers to Questions, where everyone could ask a question of interest to the inner Universe with all that unusualness and mystery, to which even the Great Machines of Sir Google could not give a satisfactory answer. "It’s decided!“, I said to myself, got to work, when suddenly..
Holy shit… Okay, I got the hint, nigga, so nigga, here are the rules for you T_T
Allowed:
– Share a good mood.
– Share a bad mood.
— Divide by zero.
– Use letters and numbers to form words and numbers.
— Use words and numbers to form phrases.
— Use phrases to make sentences.
– Use sentences and the above tools to write down the visual, auditory, gustatory, olfactory and tactile images in your head.
— Interact with each other through the above tools, in which you have dressed your above-mentioned images hovering in your head, to discuss pressing issues of interest to both sides.
– Use arguments and facts to confirm and approve your own point of view when searching for the truth when interacting with each other through the above tools in which you have clothed your above-mentioned images hovering in your head.
– Study and analyze other people’s arguments and facts to understand someone else’s point of view when searching for the truth when interacting with each other through the above tools in which you and your interlocutor have clothed your above-mentioned images hovering in your heads.
— Use artistic paintings and video materials in which another person captured his above-mentioned images hovering in his head, to convey his above-mentioned images hovering in your head, so cleverly converging with the contents of these artistic paintings and video materials, having previously enclosed them in the “Spoiler” html tag.
Note: Artistic paintings are enclosed in a "Spoiler" html tag if they exceed the area threshold of 90,000 square pixels.
Attention moderators who do not know how to use the “Spoiler” html tag in their messages, you can find help on this point in the artistic picture I attached below. If you have any questions regarding this item, feel free to contact our competent specialists in the field of programming the Russian language in English letters in the binary number system.
Forbidden:
– Use the above tools, in which you have dressed your above-mentioned images hovering in your head, to directly insult or humiliate your interlocutor, whose point of view you do not like.
– Use the above tools, in which you have dressed your above-mentioned images hovering in your head, to directly insult or humiliate your interlocutor, whose personality you do not like.
– Use the above tools, in which you have dressed your above-mentioned images hovering in your head, to directly convey obscene expressions. For these purposes, use veiled methods of transmitting obscene expressions, or, if the situation requires it for the richness of your life story for the production of blueberry dessert and cottage cheese products, enclose this message containing the original obscene expression in the html tag “Spoiler” with a note about the presence of obscene expressions inside and the age limit.
Reminder:
— Recommended smoking room volume: 1000 messages.
— Discussion of Zamul for finishing off the Smoking Room: after 800 messages.
— Next Smoke Maker: Nikolay Merkuryev.
Well, the basic rules https://flaksicasino.co.uk/login/ have been established, here’s music from an anime in which kids are also looking for answers to their questions :3
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In third grade, I sat quietly at my desk during class and read something about seal pups. The fine day did not foretell anything bad, and my faith in humanity was unshakable. Then the office door opened, the head teacher walked in, and from behind the doorframe appeared the head of a girl three years older. The head teacher asked “Which of them tore the notebook in the corridor?”, knowingly addressing her and meaning us. And this girl’s head narrowed her eyes sarcastically and, looking straight at me, answered: “This one here.”. After which a demonstrative execution with words was carried out without further investigation and severe penalties were applied in the form of cleaning the entire corridor. It is worth adding that this was the first time I had heard about a certain notebook, but at that time my tongue was not suspended, my disposition was more meek and I could not defend my own honor at the behest of my unripe balls.
After this I learned two things: 1) Seal pups are albinos. 2) People are assholes and they don’t need reasons to be assholes.
It was, so to speak, a prologue. Let’s move on to the action, which I will call: "Assholes 2: Return of the Assholes".
As is usually the case, another fine day once again did not foretell anything bad. Faith in humanity has long been somewhere at the level of “I look in both directions six times when I walk through a pedestrian crossing.”. But fate decided to shake the already weak beliefs. One way or another: By chance, it was necessary to take a stack of documents to the next bureaucratic authority, located in a neighboring city an hour away. In this case, the River Register, but not the essence. Having arrived at this authority and knocking on the right door, I look into the office: Empty. There is a desktop, no one behind it. A little hope is inspired by the sound from the adjacent room, where you can hear the sipping accompanying a hot tea party. Sticking my head further away, I ask: “Excuse me, can I come in?”?». Emptiness responds with nothing. We repeat the question again, a little louder. Silence. Okay, let’s close the door.
We check all the signs on the door again: Yes, we work from Tuesday to Thursday. From 10 to 16. Lunch from 12 to 13. I look at my watch – lunch ended an hour and a half ago. Well, maybe there is a student drinking tea there in practice, but the official I need is away on business. I’ve been waiting ten minutes. I repeat the ritual and communicate with the void. This time the void sent an answer: “You’re sick of it, come in.”. I pass by an empty workplace and enter another office, in which four madams are sitting, who, even with a stretch of the imagination, cannot pass for student interns.
"I’m nothing to you?“- asks the nearest madam and disrupts my usual zen state. "What do you want? You see, they’re busy.”. Realizing that all my rhymes with the word “Nobody” usually involved indecent body parts in a coat, I silently handed over the stack of papers. After going through this pile for about fifteen minutes, they present me with a piece of paper: “So and so, this document is not valid, it was necessary to change here and here. Write here and here". To which I answer: “I admit that I made a mistake, you can give me the computer for five minutes – I’ll correct the document and print it out.”?». For which he was branded a hireling of imperialism, a plunderer of state property, and was also convicted of intending to steal all the passwords for social networks and pump out all the ink from the toner. “Okay, you have “Kopirkin” in your foyer (Damn, the guy who came up with this name is God), I’ll do everything there and bring it to you.”.
For this I was branded a fraudster, since the director must sign the papers, and here I am trying to give them forged signatures. Arguments about the fact that I have the authority for such signatures had no effect. No certified agreement – no signature. Trying the electronic version and electronic signature? “This is a long time, our working day ends in an hour. Go by car to pick up your documents and bring them. No car? Well, that means you have to work harder. You’ll arrive next week, with normal documents.”. At this point, my face probably turned a little purple, and my eyes bulged out of their sockets a little. Either from rudeness or from stuffiness in the office. Since the most fragile madam from this company offered a glass of cold water. Having poured it on my head, made a copy in the foyer and signed it, I dumped the folder back on the table, declaring that in ten minutes I traveled from one city to another, found the director, signed the documents and returned back. And if someone doesn’t believe this, then start an investigation, Sister Pilots.
The second part of this adventure took place at night of the same day. To get from one city to another, you need to cross a kilometer-long bridge across the river. The trick is that they breed him at night. Freed from work at two o’clock in the morning, when all city transport has already stopped, I catch a taxi. Having learned that he needed to go to another city, the taxi driver advised him to first call the help desk and find out exactly when the bridges were raised. No sooner said than done. I google the reference number and find a special line that is available at night specifically to check the condition of bridges. We’re calling. They don’t answer the phone. Checking the correct number is correct. Let’s call again. They don’t answer the phone. The fourth time they picked up the phone, they said that I was a bastard, they were tired of bridges and the person didn’t want to talk. Only in a more obscene form. Having spent twenty minutes in this way going nowhere, I finally got into a taxi to get to the bridge and find out that it had been opened just ten minutes ago. Thus, during the night we spent money on both a taxi and a hostel. And on a bottle of Corvalol.
Conclusion: Seal pups are still albinos. “Kopirkin” is the best name in the world. And people are still assholes who don’t need reasons to be assholes.
Die 18+
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Pictures from the “Steam-diarrhea” category, which very picturesquely show shit gushing out of toilets, decorate the streams.
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News about NieR or other Japanese music is framed in pantsushotoms.
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For six months now, the titles of the reviews have been shining with humoresques like “ladders”, “two chairs” and “Bombanulo”.
Btw, if you follow the official rules that are on the site (Which are already 5 years old, or even more. I doubt that Rinat has rewritten them since the days of “Elite World”. And they were clearly compiled without the help of a professional lawyer), then you can ban not only half of all users, but also the author’s staff.
Well done Kungur.
As a person, he is quite unattractive when you realize how much he jerks himself off, and when you begin to see the ears of excessive narcissism in each of his punctures. The cult of personality of the editor-in-chief only made matters worse. But which of us is not without weaknesses?. He jerks off, because as a professional unit, going out of his way and into all the cracks in order to achieve something and delve into the largest possible field, Dima is an exemplary example to follow and in general. Not everyone can do this.
Hello, my name is Dasha. I’m 20 years old and I’ve never had a boyfriend or friends. I feel very lonely and unwanted, even in my family I feel like a stranger. I really want love, but I’m still too young for a relationship because first I need to love and start respecting myself. I consider myself scary, stupid and boring. It’s hard for me to sit and play, watch movies, etc.To. I don’t feel good in my own company. I need to find out what self-sufficiency is, I don’t understand who I am and who I want to become, I can’t find a purpose in life and I understand that some kind of relationship will now lead to me becoming dependent on a person and sitting screaming “WHY WHY DIDN’T HE CALL?”!?». So probably not.
Of course, I would like a romantic relationship, but I’m not ready to give myself to the first person I meet (in this case, a smoker whom I don’t know well), so forgive me, Andrekk. :3