Can someone explain this

[ambermonk]

Seriously, WTF is this trash.

Blac Chyna? Fuck you for choosing such a stupid name. And you named your infant Dream? You ruined that fucking baby's life you dumbshits. And fuck anybody with the last name Kardashian. A fucking cow has a higher IQ than you stupid fucks combined.

Fuck this brainless, tasteless, materialistic, pretentious, hollow, anti-intellectual American pop-culture sewage in its worthless ass.


Apologies for the rant, but it's just disturbing what the ramifications are from a cultural standpoint. It's like our evolution as a species has passed its peak and this is a sign of our decline. I sincerely hope someone can prove otherwise.

[YangYing]

A+ thread

[Candiru]

[Ivan Ooze]

rob pliss

[ambermonk]

YES

[zlemflolia]

Legitimate A+ thread, are others scared to say it or do they legitimately not see it?  This is cultural garbage that this is news, we truly are in decline.  Fuck this.  Stop being okay with it.

Sometimes I don't know for sure, are there actually people who think this is interesting news and actively try to consume it?  Or are they just pretending in order to be a part of something?

 

Who the fuck are these people?

 

EDIT:  Yeah I know, being serious about things and taking things seriously these days is a massive social faux pas, right?  That's how it seems.  

[YangYing]

Legitimate A+ thread, are others scared to say it or do they legitimately not see it? This is cultural garbage that this is news, we truly are in decline. Fuck this. Stop being okay with it.

 

Sometimes I don't know for sure, are there actually people who think this is interesting news and actively try to consume it? Or are they just pretending in order to be a part of something?

 

Who the fuck are these people?

 

EDIT: Yeah I know, being serious about things and taking things seriously these days is a massive social faux pas, right? That's how it seems.

*jots it down*

[zlemflolia]

lol

[goDel]

* tries to put blac chyna on ignore *

[hello spiral]

lol, 'these days'.

Shit like this has always been going on. Gossip to some people is as interesting as music is to us. Music to some people is as uninteresting as gossip is to us.

 

Calm down, the sky is not falling.

[Squee]

You might want to install this Kardashian News Blocker plugin

https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/kardashian-filter/kbnhlagadnlfihhgjkmcaffjadkadoap

[Guest]

1. There's more and more AND EVER MORE stuff, everything is competing for your and everyone else's attention

2. Google, Facebook et al's filters are profit-oriented, not quality-oriented aka they are SHIT

3. Here we are: A MASSIVE SHITFEST

 

it's nobody's fault and everybody's fault.

[zlemflolia]

lol, 'these days'.

Shit like this has always been going on. Gossip to some people is as interesting as music is to us. Music to some people is as uninteresting as gossip is to us.

 

Calm down, the sky is not falling.

 

Fair enough it's not falling.  It just seems stupid and pointless.  Is there one "correct" side?  I think if there is one it's obvious which one.  Or maybe I'm completely wrong.  

[Squee]

http://kblocker.co

 

Here's a mobile version

[Schlitze]

There's not a correct side. It's too early to pick sides. Rob is a fat ass layabout and blac is a raggedy ass skunk Ho. It says she was texting jaden smith. Rob has been crying on snapshot videos. He has a defeatist attitude so the family are scared he will self harm. They are going to try and find where they have run off to and bring dream back to him.

 

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[BCM]

i'm gonna change my name to whyte afryka

[hello spiral]

 

lol, 'these days'.

Shit like this has always been going on. Gossip to some people is as interesting as music is to us. Music to some people is as uninteresting as gossip is to us.

 

Calm down, the sky is not falling.

yeah this

 

think of how trashy mainstream 80s stuff was.

 

 

The Catcher in the Rye (1951):

 

 

She wasn't listening, though. So I ignored her for a while. We just danced. God, could that dopey girl dance. Buddy Singer and his stinking band was playing "Just One of Those Things" and even they couldn't ruin it entirely. It's a swell song. I didn't try any trick stuff while we danced--I hate a guy that does a lot of show-off tricky stuff on the dance floor--but I was moving her around plenty, and she stayed with me. The funny thing is, I thought she was enjoying it, too, till all of a sudden she came out with this very dumb remark. "I and my girl friends saw Peter Lorre last night," she said. "The movie actor. In person. He was buyin' a newspaper. He's cute." "You're lucky," I told her. "You're really lucky. You know that?" She was really a moron. But what a dancer. I could hardly stop myself from sort of giving her a kiss on the top of her dopey head--you know-- right where the part is, and all. She got sore when I did it. "Hey! What's the idea?" "Nothing. No idea. You really can dance," I said. "I have a kid sister that's only in the goddam fourth grade. You're about as good as she is, and she can dance better than anybody living or dead." "Watch your language, if you don't mind." What a lady, boy. A queen, for Chrissake. "Where you girls from?" I asked her. She didn't answer me, though. She was busy looking around for old Peter Lorre to show up, I guess. "Where you girls from?" I asked her again. "What?" she said. "Where you girls from? Don't answer if you don't feel like it. I don't want you to strain yourself." "Seattle, Washington," she said. She was doing me a big favor to tell me. "You're a very good conversationalist," I told her. "You know that?" "What?" I let it drop. It was over her head, anyway. "Do you feel like jitterbugging a little bit, if they play a fast one? Not corny jitterbug, not jump or anything--just nice and easy. Everybody'll all sit down when they play a fast one, except the old guys and the fat guys, and we'll have plenty of room. Okay?" "It's immaterial to me," she said. "Hey--how old are you, anyhow?" That annoyed me, for some reason. "Oh, Christ. Don't spoil it," I said. "I'm twelve, for Chrissake. I'm big for my age." "Listen. I toleja about that. I don't like that type language," she said. "If you're gonna use that type language, I can go sit down with my girl friends, you know." I apologized like a madman, because the band was starting a fast one. She started jitterbugging with me-- but just very nice and easy, not corny. She was really good. All you had to do was touch her. And when she turned around, her pretty little butt twitched so nice and all. She knocked me out. I mean it. I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can. They didn't invite me to sit down at their table-- mostly because they were too ignorant--but I sat down anyway. The blonde I'd been dancing with's name was Bernice something--Crabs or Krebs. The two ugly ones' names were Marty and Laverne. I told them my name was Jim Steele, just for the hell of it. Then I tried to get them in a little intelligent conversation, but it was practically impossible. You had to twist their arms. You could hardly tell which was the stupidest of the three of them. And the whole three of them kept looking all around the goddam room, like as if they expected a flock of goddam movie stars to come in any minute. They probably thought movie stars always hung out in the Lavender Room when they came to New York, instead of the Stork Club or El Morocco and all. Anyway, it took me about a half hour to find out where they all worked and all in Seattle. They all worked in the same insurance office. I asked them if they liked it, but do you think you could get an intelligent answer out of those three dopes? I thought the two ugly ones, Marty and Laverne, were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame them, but it was very amusing anyway. I danced with them all--the whole three of them--one at a time. The one ugly one, Laverne, wasn't too bad a dancer, but the other one, old Marty, was murder. Old Marty was like dragging the Statue of Liberty around the floor. The only way I could even half enjoy myself dragging her around was if I amused myself a little. So I told her I just saw Gary Cooper, the movie star, on the other side of the floor. "Where?" she asked me--excited as hell. "Where?" "Aw, you just missed him. He just went out. Why didn't you look when I told you?" She practically stopped dancing, and started looking over everybody's heads to see if she could see him. "Oh, shoot!" she said. I'd just about broken her heart-- I really had. I was sorry as hell I'd kidded her. Some people you shouldn't kid, even if they deserve it. Here's what was very funny, though. When we got back to the table, old Marty told the other two that Gary Cooper had just gone out. Boy, old Laverne and Bernice nearly committed suicide when they heard that. They got all excited and asked Marty if she'd seen him and all. Old Mart said she'd only caught a glimpse of him. That killed me. 

[Squee]

i'm gonna change my name to whyte afryka

 

lol

[doublename]

We used to watch public executions for entertainment though.

 

edit - people are smarter than ever, that's the sad part

[doublename]

There has, however, been a steep decline in the quality of bathroom graffiti:

I.4.5 (House of the Citharist; below a drawing of a man with a large nose); 2375: Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this.

 

I.2.20 (Bar/Brothel of Innulus and Papilio); 3932: Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!

 

I.2.23 (peristyle of the Tavern of Verecundus); 3951: Restitutus says: “Restituta, take off your tunic, please, and show us your hairy privates”.

 

III.5.3 (on the wall in the street); 8898: Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog

[YangYing]

what the fuck is this thread about

 

is it about ducks?

 

I think it is about ducks

 

 

 

[hello spiral]

[Squee]

 

Holy shit, that is one dapper duck

[user]

In dutch a duck is called an "eend". In the Netherlands ducks now have a protected status as they were almost dying out because they are a national delicacy and people were grabbing them out of public ponds left and right to make eendenpastei (type of pate) or pekeleend (salted and cured duck) with. 

So if you're ever here don't mess with the ducks or you might get a fine or even a short jail sentence!

 

[sweepstakes]

 

i'm gonna change my name to whyte afryka

 

lol

 

lol