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| The bats; under my eaves | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 25 2011, 07:52 PM (2,845 Views) | |
| Goodsbee | Jul 31 2011, 04:53 PM Post #31 |
life is grand :)
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more human than bat really :E THE UNDEAD muhahahahahah! and red...not cute AT ALL...ugers to the power of ten! |
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Jul 31 2011, 04:56 PM Post #32 |
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Bats are kinda cute tbh. I would freely consent to keeping this one as a pet; assuming, of course, that my body is fully protected. 
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| Vondongo | Jul 31 2011, 05:56 PM Post #33 |
Moo.
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Eh whatever.  Haters gonna hate. |
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| Goodsbee | Jul 31 2011, 11:01 PM Post #34 |
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life is grand :)
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damn straight 
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| Vondongo | Jul 31 2011, 11:05 PM Post #35 |
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Then all you be is just a hater. |
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| Goodsbee | Aug 2 2011, 10:59 AM Post #36 |
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life is grand :)
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nah....just agreeing with the statement brat (am a hater of thick legs...I'm in that club) Edited by Goodsbee, Aug 2 2011, 11:00 AM.
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| Incog | Aug 2 2011, 11:11 AM Post #37 |
CHEERIO!
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i'm no hater of thick legs edit: what on earth are legs doing in this thread. talk about bat legs only plz. or i'll lock 
Edited by Incog, Aug 2 2011, 11:13 AM.
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| Vondongo | Aug 2 2011, 05:03 PM Post #38 |
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Clearly Goodsbee is just being a troll. No sane person could ever seriously dislike thick legs on women. |
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| Incog | Aug 2 2011, 08:06 PM Post #39 |
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CHEERIO!
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Speaking of bats, there are quite a lot flying around in my garden. I managed to get really close to them just by going where they were flying. They had no problem coming really close, they're really un-afraid. They flew about 30 cm away from me a few times, it was pretty neat. Glad the mosquitoes are dying. HAHAHA |
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| Vondongo | Aug 2 2011, 08:11 PM Post #40 |
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Oh yeah, bats are pretty awesome creatures. You don't hurt them, and they don't hurt you, and considering that they eat basically anything that flies in the sky that's smaller than they are, that means mosquitos and flies. I've noticed way less houseflies than there used to be, as the bat populations here have gotten bigger. Not a complaint, by the way. |
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| Goodsbee | Aug 3 2011, 02:37 AM Post #41 |
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life is grand :)
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how do you know i wasn't referring to bat legs??? oh yeah.. u didn't, that's right!! and red "oh no u DIEN'T!" Edited by Goodsbee, Aug 3 2011, 02:37 AM.
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Aug 3 2011, 04:15 PM Post #42 |
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Except vampire bats have no problem taking a few ounces of blood from you in your sleep. |
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| DragonLegend | Aug 3 2011, 05:18 PM Post #43 |
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Field Marshal
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Plus:
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Aug 3 2011, 05:47 PM Post #44 |
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If you mean to say that bats are not eminently painful, my objections would be contained within such retorts involving exhortations on the sufferings endured by patients with rabies; then, there is lethargy to consider, attributed to the body's deprivation of blood. |
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| Vondongo | Aug 3 2011, 07:32 PM Post #45 |
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We don't have vampire bats in Maryland. |
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| Jam | Aug 3 2011, 11:41 PM Post #46 |
Fruit Based Jam
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I could fix that. |
| Long live Carolus | |
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| Vondongo | Aug 4 2011, 02:37 AM Post #47 |
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There's nothing for them to eat. They survive in Latin America because people live in drafty, cheap houses and usually have some livestock and plenty of other animals outdoors. Most of Maryland is a suburban nightmare with hermetically sealed homes. Good luck getting them a meal. Oh yeah, and we got a shit ton of vultures. Not that they have anything to do with the bats, but yeah man. Vultures. |
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Aug 4 2011, 06:27 AM Post #48 |
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Don't they have homeless people in Baltimore? |
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| Vondongo | Aug 4 2011, 07:01 PM Post #49 |
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No, they all live in crackhouses. |
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Aug 4 2011, 07:10 PM Post #50 |
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>Bats fly into crackhouses >Drink blood >Bats are all k :3 |
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| Jam | Aug 4 2011, 08:06 PM Post #51 |
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Don't worry, I will be the vampire bat. I shall don a black cape and carry with me a pointed straw. I just need to work on my lock picking and I'll be ready to ship in 5-10 business days. |
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| gs | Aug 10 2011, 04:00 AM Post #52 |
Slow down
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you know what else carries rabies? dogs |
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| Incog | Aug 10 2011, 07:35 AM Post #53 |
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CHEERIO!
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you know who else hates dogs? gs |
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| DragonLegend | Aug 10 2011, 07:57 AM Post #54 |
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Most animals suck. |
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| The_Fry_Cook_of_Doom | Aug 10 2011, 09:16 AM Post #55 |
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If I were a devoted naturalist... |
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| Incog | Aug 10 2011, 12:48 PM Post #56 |
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CHEERIO!
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most animals are better than humans |
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| gs | Aug 10 2011, 12:49 PM Post #57 |
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Slow down
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| Incog | Aug 10 2011, 01:02 PM Post #58 |
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even dogs? even dogs that bark and snap and bite? are they better than a hot woman who wants to make sweet love? |
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| gs | Aug 10 2011, 01:06 PM Post #59 |
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Slow down
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for the planet, for other species, even for their own species all animals are better than humans yeah. |
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| Jam | Aug 10 2011, 02:03 PM Post #60 |
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Fruit Based Jam
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""Well, he is always clubbing his dog, which is a good dog, and his only friend, and is faithful, and loves him, and does no one any harm; and two days ago he was, at it again, just for nothing - just for pleasure - and the dog was howling and begging, and Theodor and I begged, too, but he threatened us, and struck the dog again with all his might and knocked one of his eyes out, and he said to us, `There, I hope you are satisfied now; that's what you have got for him by your damned meddling' - and he laughed, the heartless brute." Seppi's voice trembled with pity and anger. I guessed what Satan would say, and he said it. "There is that misused word again - that shabby slander. Brutes do not act like that, but only men." "Well, it was inhuman, anyway." "No, it wasn't, Seppi; it was human - quite distinctly human. It is pleasant to hear you libel the higher animals by attributing to them dispositions which they are free from, and which are found nowhere but in the human heart. None of the higher animals is tainted with the disease called the Moral Sense. Purify your language, Seppi; drop those lying phrases out of it." He spoke pretty sternly - for him - and I was sorry I hadn't warned Seppi to be more particular about the word he used. I knew how he was feeling. He would not want to offend Satan; he would rather offend all his kin. There was an uncomfortable silence, but relief soon came, for that poor dog came along now, with his eye hanging down, and went straight to Satan, and began to moan and mutter brokenly, and Satan began to answer in the same way, and it was plain that they were talking together in the dog language. We all sat down in the grass, in the moonlight, for the clouds were breaking away now, and Satan took the dog's head in his lap and put the eye back in its place, and the dog was comfortable, and he wagged his tail and licked Satan's hand, and looked thankful and said the same; I knew he was saying it, though I did not understand the words. Then the two talked together a bit, and Satan said: "He says his master was drunk." "Yes, he was," said we. "And an hour later he fell over the precipice there beyond the Cliff Pasture." "We know the place; it is three miles from here." "And the dog has been often to the village, begging people to go there, but he was only driven away and not listened to." We remembered it, but hadn't understood what he wanted. "He only wanted help for the man who had misused him, and he thought only of that, and has had no food nor sought any. He has watched by his master two nights. What do you think of your race? Is heaven reserved for it, and this dog ruled out, as your teachers tell you? Can your race add anything to this dog's stock of morals and magnanimities?" He spoke to the creature, who jumped up, eager and happy, and apparently ready for orders and impatient to execute them. "Get some men; go with the dog - he will show you that carrion; and take a priest along to arrange about insurance, for death is near." With the last word he vanished, to our sorrow and disappointment. We got the men and Father Adolf, and we saw the man die. Nobody cared but the dog; he mourned and grieved, and licked the dead face, and could not be comforted. We buried him where he was, and without a coffin, for he had no money, and no friend but the dog. If we had been an hour earlier the priest would have been in time to send that poor creature to heaven, but now he was gone down into the awful fires, to burn forever. It seemed such a pity that in a world where so many people have difficulty to put in their time, one little hour could not have been spared for this poor creature who needed it so much, and to whom it would have made the difference between eternal joy and eternal pain. It gave an appalling idea of the value of an hour, and I thought I could never waste one again without remorse and terror. Seppi was depressed and grieved, and said it must be so much better to be a dog and not run such awful risks. We took this one home with us and kept him for our own. Seppi had a very good thought as we were walking along, and it cheered us up and made us feel much better. He said the dog had forgiven the man that had wronged him so, and maybe God would accept that absolution." ""It is some more Moral Sense. The proprietors are rich, and very holy; but the wage they pay to these poor brothers and sisters of theirs is only enough to keep them from dropping dead with hunger. The work-hours are fourteen per day, winter and summer - from six in the morning till eight at night -little children and all. And they walk to and from the pigsties which they inhabit - four miles each way, through mud and slush, rain, snow, sleet, and storm, daily, year in and year out. They get four hours of sleep. They kennel together, three families in a room, in unimaginable filth and stench; and disease comes, and they die off like flies. Have they committed a crime, these mangy things No. What have they done, that they are punished so? Nothing at all, except getting themselves born into your foolish race. You have seen how they treat a misdoer there in the jail; now you see how they treat the innocent and the worthy. Is your race logical? Are these ill-smelling innocents better off than that heretic? Indeed, no; his punishment is trivial compared with theirs. They broke him on the wheel and smashed him to rags and pulp after we left, and he is dead now, and free of your precious race; but these poor slaves here - why, they have been dying for years, and some of them will not escape from life for years to come. It is the Moral Sense which teaches the factory proprietors the difference between right and wrong - you perceive the result. They think themselves better than dogs. Ah, you are such an illogical, unreasoning race! And paltry - oh, unspeakably!"" |
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