CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
HAHAah
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(Brian put the top back on the bottle. Justin looked at him.)
Justin: You do realise that was a bottle of my piss, right?
(Brian takes a LONG drink, then realise what Justin has just said and spits it out. He takes another drink then does the same thing.)
Brian:WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
Justin: Only joking, you cunt.
Brian: Let's just have sex we could die at any minute.
Justin: No we couldn't.
Brian: We could.
Justin: No. You only die if you're old or in Africa.
Brian: What about when you read in the papers about a hyper fit 28 year old who just dropped dead with no explanation after their morning job?
Justin: Those stories aren't true. He was really a spy killed by a hidden sniper or something. Everytime. It's all a cover up.
Brian: PEOPLE DIE. My cousin Nigel was only 38 when he died of cancer.
Justin: He should have just had the cancer cut out. I wouldn't make that mistake.
Brian: PEOPLE DIE.
Justin: Fuck off. Let's do nothing for five years then have sex.
Brian: STOP BEING BLASSE.
Justin: Fuck off.
Brian: You just can't see it, can you, because you're so alive and self preservation is the most important instinct of all and you think you've done everything to avoid death! And your self preservation instinct won't even let you THINK of the FACT that death is INEVITABLE and could happen at any moment and once it does your life will have been pointless and you may as well have never existed! You can't face that REAL fact because it would drive you mad and go against your self preservation instinct! That's why we make up utter SHITE about an afterlife and invent religions. THAT'S WHY. They're the only solution! THe curse of being self aware is that we're SELF AWARE of exactly what we are and we can't handle that so we make up ways out but they're not REAL. DEATH IS REAL.
Justin: Fuck off.
Brian: NNNNGH!
(Brian smacks Justin in the face. Justin does not react.)
Justin: The afterlife could be real. You can't prove it isn't.
Brian: WHAT? WHAT THE SHIT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? FUCK! "You can't prove it isn't." CUNT. You can't "prove" there isn't an invisible monkey standing behind me reading War and Peace. BUT YOU KNOW THERE ISN'T.
Justin: Still.
Brian: FUCK YOU. LET'S FUCK.
Justin: You hit me.
Brian: Did it turn you on?
Justin: No. And that really was a bottle of my piss by the way. And I have an urine infection. And cancer. Of the feet. Want to see?
Brian: I can't even tell when you're lying sometimes...
(Justin takes his shoes off...then kicks Brian in the face.)
Justin: Take your medecine.
Brian: OWW FUCK...okay, we're even now.
Justin: Are we? Cunting well are we?
Brian: Yes!
Justin: But I want to be one up.
(Justin takes a bread knife out of the kitchen drawer.)
Brian: What are you going to do with that?
Justin: Well I'm not cutting any fucking bread that's for sure.
Brian: WAIT. Doctor Who is on on Christmas day. Let me watch that first, please.
Justin: You can't face the inevitability of your own death. Hmm, you were right.
Brian: Just put the knife down...
Justin: It's a Russell T Davies episode you mong.
Brian: I know...it's better than nothing.
Justin: And now you have learned a valuable lesson about life and we can fuck right here on the kitchen floor like animals, animals with a kitchen that is.
Brian: Finally.
(The fuck.)
Brian: That felt real.
Justin: Cunting right it did.
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I KEEP PRESSING THE INCREASE SIZE THING UNTIL IT FITS WITHOUT A SCROLL BAR!
LOL
IT's FUCKING HUGe
I WONDER HOW BIG IT COULD GO
BIGGER
BIGEGGGGGGGGGGGGGgg
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
gSPIDERM NA
df
sa
g
NANANA MOOON
ASDK:
BIGGER!
________--IS THERE ACTUALLY A LIMIT?
OR COULD I CLICK THAT BUTTON FOREVER
AND IT WOULD GROW GROW GROW
HAVE I RPOVED THE EXISTENCE OF INFINITY
IS THE ONLY LIMIT THE NUM BER OF TIMES I CAN CLICK?
I THINK SO
I THINK IT GOES ON AND ON
SOMEONE ELSE CAN TAKE OVER WHEN I DIE OF OLD AGE
LET'S MAKE AN INFINITE TEXT WINDOW
GOD WILL TAKE NOTICE
HE WON'T SUFFER IT TO EXIST
RIGHT?
MEEPe
HAHAHAHAa
AOND ON AND AON
THE FINITIDFS
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actually I can't be bothered any more
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(Brian put the top back on the bottle. Justin looked at him.)
Justin: You do realise that was a bottle of my piss, right?
(Brian takes a LONG drink, then realise what Justin has just said and spits it out. He takes another drink then does the same thing.)
Brian:WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?
Justin: Only joking, you cunt.
Brian: Let's just have sex we could die at any minute.
Justin: No we couldn't.
Brian: We could.
Justin: No. You only die if you're old or in Africa.
Brian: What about when you read in the papers about a hyper fit 28 year old who just dropped dead with no explanation after their morning job?
Justin: Those stories aren't true. He was really a spy killed by a hidden sniper or something. Everytime. It's all a cover up.
Brian: PEOPLE DIE. My cousin Nigel was only 38 when he died of cancer.
Justin: He should have just had the cancer cut out. I wouldn't make that mistake.
Brian: PEOPLE DIE.
Justin: Fuck off. Let's do nothing for five years then have sex.
Brian: STOP BEING BLASSE.
Justin: Fuck off.
Brian: You just can't see it, can you, because you're so alive and self preservation is the most important instinct of all and you think you've done everything to avoid death! And your self preservation instinct won't even let you THINK of the FACT that death is INEVITABLE and could happen at any moment and once it does your life will have been pointless and you may as well have never existed! You can't face that REAL fact because it would drive you mad and go against your self preservation instinct! That's why we make up utter SHITE about an afterlife and invent religions. THAT'S WHY. They're the only solution! THe curse of being self aware is that we're SELF AWARE of exactly what we are and we can't handle that so we make up ways out but they're not REAL. DEATH IS REAL.
Justin: Fuck off.
Brian: NNNNGH!
(Brian smacks Justin in the face. Justin does not react.)
Justin: The afterlife could be real. You can't prove it isn't.
Brian: WHAT? WHAT THE SHIT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? FUCK! "You can't prove it isn't." CUNT. You can't "prove" there isn't an invisible monkey standing behind me reading War and Peace. BUT YOU KNOW THERE ISN'T.
Justin: Still.
Brian: FUCK YOU. LET'S FUCK.
Justin: You hit me.
Brian: Did it turn you on?
Justin: No. And that really was a bottle of my piss by the way. And I have an urine infection. And cancer. Of the feet. Want to see?
Brian: I can't even tell when you're lying sometimes...
(Justin takes his shoes off...then kicks Brian in the face.)
Justin: Take your medecine.
Brian: OWW FUCK...okay, we're even now.
Justin: Are we? Cunting well are we?
Brian: Yes!
Justin: But I want to be one up.
(Justin takes a bread knife out of the kitchen drawer.)
Brian: What are you going to do with that?
Justin: Well I'm not cutting any fucking bread that's for sure.
Brian: WAIT. Doctor Who is on on Christmas day. Let me watch that first, please.
Justin: You can't face the inevitability of your own death. Hmm, you were right.
Brian: Just put the knife down...
Justin: It's a Russell T Davies episode you mong.
Brian: I know...it's better than nothing.
Justin: And now you have learned a valuable lesson about life and we can fuck right here on the kitchen floor like animals, animals with a kitchen that is.
Brian: Finally.
(The fuck.)
Brian: That felt real.
Justin: Cunting right it did.
_________________________________________
I KEEP PRESSING THE INCREASE SIZE THING UNTIL IT FITS WITHOUT A SCROLL BAR!
LOL
IT's FUCKING HUGe
I WONDER HOW BIG IT COULD GO
BIGGER
BIGEGGGGGGGGGGGGGgg
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
g
gSPIDERM NA
df
sa
g
NANANA MOOON
ASDK:
BIGGER!
________--IS THERE ACTUALLY A LIMIT?
OR COULD I CLICK THAT BUTTON FOREVER
AND IT WOULD GROW GROW GROW
HAVE I RPOVED THE EXISTENCE OF INFINITY
IS THE ONLY LIMIT THE NUM BER OF TIMES I CAN CLICK?
I THINK SO
I THINK IT GOES ON AND ON
SOMEONE ELSE CAN TAKE OVER WHEN I DIE OF OLD AGE
LET'S MAKE AN INFINITE TEXT WINDOW
GOD WILL TAKE NOTICE
HE WON'T SUFFER IT TO EXIST
RIGHT?
MEEPe
HAHAHAHAa
AOND ON AND AON
THE FINITIDFS
_________
actually I can't be bothered any more
