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For those interested, Jack the Biscuit is played by a group of wealthy morons and heirs to nobility who stand in a circle around a biscuit and start wanking. Last one to spunk on the biscuit then has to eat it.
 
"worried about AIDS?” “Not really,” I say. “I’m not homosexual and I don’t inject drugs and I don’t have intimate friends who do. So no, I’m not worried..” Michael Crichton
 
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
 
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if that mime didn't want me to hit him, he should have said something
 
Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind nor the sun and rain
that's because they lack intelligence and do not have a sense of self preservation or a sense of mortality
come on baby
don't fear the reaper, but be mindfull of risks in daily life and activities.
 
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