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Editado por doom816:
5/26/2016 11:24:57 AM
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[quote]Weather modification is the act of intentionally manipulating or altering the weather. The most common form of weather modification is cloud seeding to increase rain or snow, usually for the purpose of increasing the local water supply.[/quote]
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https://what-if.xkcd.com
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Not really bro it just means that most people of this generation is the 12 year olds who play cod and yell all the time. Well I do know some people who act like a bunch of idiots being rude to their elders, I it's not like I'm 20 I'm a bit
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https://instagram.com/p/BF3xRmYQQqh/
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https://youtu.be/oRT9CMh3s8c https://youtu.be/DwrPuCnNbv8 https://youtu.be/T5dEiP8DZV8 https://youtu.be/zCbl-12QV2c [spoiler]Egoraptor/Starbomb videos. Introduced a friend to them[/spoiler]
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https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/188524878/0/0
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I can't keep it because my family has too many potatoes. It is a little baby potato that we think somebody dumped at our house. I've been mashing it and got it some butter, and we are getting it some salt. What else should I do? Nobody has came looking for it yet.
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Alright then, picture this if you will: 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51. Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thing with just a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this. Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping... Holy -blam!-ing shit! Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa, Did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my -blam!-in' pants." So light in his way, Like an apparition, He had me crying out, "-blam!- me, It's gotta be, Deadhead Chemistry, The blotter got right on top of me, Got me seein' E-mother-blam!-in'-T!" And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose. He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me!!! And I didn't even graduate from -blam!-in' high school. You better. You better. You better. You better listen. Then he looked right through me With somniferous almond eyes. Don't even know what that means Must remember to write it down. This is so real. Like the time Dave floated away. See my heart is pounding, 'Cause this shit never happens to me. Can't breathe, right now! It was so real. Like I woke up in Wonderland. All sort of terrifying. And I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story. And can anyone tell me why You all sound like Peanut's parents Will I ever be coming down? This is so real. Finally it's my lucky day. See my heart is racing, 'Cause this shit never happens to me. Can't breathe, right now! You believe me, don't you? Please believe what I just said, see the Dead ain't touring. And this wasn't all in my head. See they took me by the hand and invited me right in, Then they showed me something. I don't even know where to begin. Strapped down my bed. Feet cold and eyes red. I'm out my head. Am I alive, am I dead? Can't remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed! (high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I) (high) [Repeated] Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position. Such a heavy burden now to be the one. Born to bear and read to all The details of our ending. To write it down for all the world to see. But I forgot my pen, Shit the bed again, Typical. Strapped down my bed. Feet cold and eyes red. I'm out my head. Am I alive, am I dead? Sunkist and sudafed, gyroscopes and infrared. Won't help, brain dead. Can't remember what they said. God damn. Shit the bed! I can't remember what they said to me. Can't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero! Can't remember what they said. Bob help me. Can't remember what they said. Don't know. Won't know. [Repeated] God damn shit the bed!
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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HvTvgj69azc
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Masterbate in front of her to show dominance
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☁️ ☁️ ⛅️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ ☁️ 🚁 _🌲🌳🌲______🌳🌲🌳_ / | \ / | \ / | \ / 🚔 | 🚔 \ / | \ / 💭 🚔🚔 \ 🚘 F the police
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1 RespuestaTHIS WAS RELEVANT TO THE TOPIC I SWEAR
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1 RespuestaRyu shouldn't you be out sucking dick and selling crumpets to get some fam plus
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https://youtu.be/oJ09xdxzIJQ
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[i][u][b]-The Way It Goes-[/b][/u][/i] Exotic Sniper Rifle [spoiler]Just some concept stuff[/spoiler]
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1 Respuesta[quote]Commander Wort: The Desticles' posts have breached the off topic subforum Smashed what was left of the original community to offsite communities like sep7. Commander Wort: Casualties from the subsequent raid were..." [i]Medics race by with an injured (and midget sized, apparently) The Red Spade on a stretcher.[/i] Commander Wort: "...extreme. The desticles could've landed anywhere, but he committed all his forces here. Offtopic. The ruins of The Flood. Then, they started posting. Recon: "What about Halo? Commander Wort: 343i took it, but all releases have been dissapointing. Now, the desticles are looking for something called 'new content', where they'll be able to ruin other franchises. If they succeed, Dark Souls, Battlefield, every decent franchise... Recon: "The desticles will kill us all." Hamlet Enthusiast: "Wort, I have CrazyLincoln on the line Commander Wort: "Patch him through." [i]CrazyLincoln appears on the main screen.[/i] CrazyLincoln (Video COM): "Good news, Commander Wort? "Commander Wort: "As good as it gets, sir." Lord Hood (Video COM): "So I see. What's your status, son? "Recon: "Ninja. Sir." CrazyLincoln (Video COM): "Glad to hear it. The Commander's come up with a good plan. But without you, I wasn't sure we could pull it off. "Commander Wort: "The desticles are clustered above the Offtopic subforum. And their infantry has deployed Anti-offtopic ninjas around the perimeter. But, if we neutralize one of the ninjas, punch a hole in Destiny's defenses... "Lord Hood (Video COM): "I'll initiate a low-level strike. Hit 'em right where it hurts. I only have a handful of users, Recon. It's a big risk. But I'm confident—" [i]The power cuts completely.[/i] Hamlet Enthusiast: "Hell! Not again!" Commander Wort: "Emergency generators! Now!" Hamlet Enthusiast: "Internet failed. They're down. "Commander Wort: "As soon as they're up, re-establish contact with CrazyLincoln. Let him know that-" [i]An army of desticles suddenly appear on all the screens.[/i] Desticles (Video COM): "You are, all of you, vermin. Cowering in offtopic, thinking what, I wonder? That you might escape the coming nuke? No. Your subforum will burn until its surface is but Destiny related posts! And not even your Recon will live to creep, blackened from its hole to mar the reflection of our passage... the culmination of our 10-year plan. For your destruction is the will of Bungie! And us? We are their instrument!" [i]The power returns[/i] WortWortWarthog: "Stupid desticles. Just love to run their mouth!" Recon: "Does they usually mention me?" Commander Wort: "Give the order. We're closing #offtopic. Hamlet Enthusiast: "Wort?" Commander Wort : "We're about to get hit." Hamlet Enthusiast (COM): "All users! Defense code Alpha-one. Prepare for immediate evacuation!" Commander Wort: "The wounded. We're getting them all out. WortWortWarthog: "If I have to carry 'em myself. Hamlet Enthusiast: "Wort, squad leaders are requesting a rally point. Where should they go?" [i]Wort walks to his computer and draws a brings up Bungie.net.[/i] Commander Wort: "#Destiny." ___________________________________________ Captain Wort jr.: "Anomaly, all I need to know is did we lose them Anomaly: "I think we both know the answer to that." Captain Wort jr.: (sighs) "We made a shitpost. How did they—" Anomaly: "Not take the b8? The desticles have always experienced it. As for tracking us all the way from #offtopic... being a popular user, my posting options were limited Captain Wort jr.: "We were using alts, yes?" Cortana: "Until we edited our post, no one could have missed the obvious b8 title ." Anomaly: "They were waiting for us in #Destiny." Captain Wort jr.: "So, where do we stand?" Anomaly: "Our users are mopping up the last of the angry desticles now, nothing serious." Anomaly: (continues) "But I've isolated approach signatures from multiple corrupt ninjas, make it three year PM bans per group. And in about 90 seconds they'll be all over us. "Captain Wort jr.: "Well, that's it then. Bring #offtopic back up to Combat Alert Alpha. I want everyone on their accounts. "Anomaly: "Everyone, sir?" Captain Wort Jr.: "Everyone. Captain Wort Jr.: "And Anomaly..." [i]Anomaly's avatar angrily appears[/i] Anomaly: "SEXIST PIG!" Captain Wort Jr.: "...let's give our former ninja a warm welcome Anomaly: YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! _______________________________________[/quote]
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Bread: 1 package active dry yeast1 cup lukewarm water (100ºF)1 tablespoon granulated sugar3 cups bread flour1½ teaspoons kosher salt Topping: 1 egg yolk, beaten1 teaspoon water
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https://plus.google.com/104368864153069905570/posts/XLxMSZSraNs
