Unvaccinated People Likely to Catch COVID Repeatedly (FFC)

[Dutch Uncle]

something to do with a predominance of libertarian globalist traitors pretending to be patriots.

Looks like something a middle-aged loser and wannabe suicide bomber would post.

 

[LurchAddams]

Disagreed. goat is semi-intelligent, sober and a conspiracy theorist whackjob. #10 is less intelligent and a heavily self-medicating whackjob.

both are idiots. I'm right on on this one. Both behave exactly the same way.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

both are idiots. I'm right on on this one. Both behave exactly the same way.

Disagreed. Two different personalities. The similarities are that both are nutjobs.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

Looks like something a middle-aged loser and wannabe suicide bomber would post.

hmmmmmm.

this proves you're dumb.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

hmmmmmm.

this proves you're dumb.

Then why do you follow me around like a lost puppy?

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

both are idiots. I'm right on on this one. Both behave exactly the same way.

so what about how I repeatedly make you look foolish in our every interaction?

don't make me slap you around with my dick.

 

[LurchAddams]

Disagreed. Two different personalities. The similarities are that both are nutjobs.

The jig is up - the ruse exposed - the wool lifted - the cock blocked!

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

Then why do you follow me around like a lost puppy?

this is a discussion forum, dildo butler.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

so what about how I repeatedly make you look foolish in our every interaction?

don't make me slap you around with my dick.

ROFLMAO

For posterity:

 

[Dutch Uncle]

this is a discussion forum, dildo butler.

When did you ever discuss anything, needle dick?

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

ROFLMAO

For posterity:

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

a world too wide for his shrunk shank.....

shakespeare was a fucking edgelord!

 

[Dutch Uncle]

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,
'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:'
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I. 'No, sir,' quoth he,
'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:'
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock:
Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.

well i did rail lady fortune.

And i do advocate living in the moment.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

well i did rail lady fortune.

And i do advocate living in the moment.

If "Lady Fortune" is a $20 hooker, I'd believe it.

Sorry, dude, but you most definitely live in the past. Hate is generated by looking backward, not in the moment or in the future. Anger is momentary, it comes and goes. Sane people recognize it for what it is and let it go like sand drifting through their fingers. You hang onto yours tightly. That's living in the past too.

You've implied you're an "edgelord" but trolling is not being an edgelord. It's just trolling which is usually done by snowflakes against non-trolls or in inappropriate places as you did yesterday on The Nice Thread.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

If "Lady Fortune" is a $20 hooker, I'd believe it.

Sorry, dude, but you most definitely live in the past. Hate is generated by looking backward, not in the moment or in the future. Anger is momentary, it comes and goes. Sane people recognize it for what it is and let it go like sand drifting through their fingers. You hang onto yours tightly. That's living in the past too.

You've implied you're an "edgelord" but trolling is not being an edgelord. It's just trolling which is usually done by snowflakes against non-trolls or in inappropriate places as you did yesterday on The Nice Thread.

You're here. stuck in your role,

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

where as the fool is all of us.

We Are ALL Fools!
The Fool Tarot card is said to represent each of us. He journeys freely through the rest of the cards, encountering different characters and situations along the way. He strides through life without a care in the world (I think his cares are stuffed inside that knapsack thrown over his shoulder).

you're a confucian. im a taoist.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

Full of wise saws and modern instances, that's dutch ulcer.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

You're here. stuck in your role,
--
you're a confucian. im a taoist.

What role do you believe I am stuck in, Fredo? The fantasy role you keep trying to place me into?

Your claim about Confucian and Taoist is just more evidence you cling to the past, Fredo. First, you're making an apples to oranges comparison since a person can be a little Confucian and a little Taoist, among other things.

Second, anyone who claims they are all one thing are tying themselves to the past, to one thing.

 

[Truck Fump / h1b]

What role do you believe I am stuck in, Fredo? The fantasy role you keep trying to place me into?

Your claim about Confucian and Taoist is just more evidence you cling to the past, Fredo. First, you're making an apples to oranges comparison since a person can be a little Confucian and a little Taoist, among other things.

Second, anyone who claims they are all one thing are tying themselves to the past, to one thing.

You deleted it, jackass.

And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part.

you're a pompous blow hard who thinks he's earned the right to pretend to be superior with your sophist blather.

full of wise saws and modern instances..... this is you.

 

[Dutch Uncle]

You deleted it, jackass....

Jesus Christ you're a lame putz, Fredo.