Where does the dick get stored?

What's type F have going on?

I'm not a biologist or anything, but FACT as far as I'm aware. Domesticated cats are much closer to wild cats than domesticated dogs are to wolves. They likely stem from an older version of the species that currently live in Africa, which is routinely that hot even in the shade. Their hearts just beckon back to the olden times when they were worshiped as gods, it was comfortably warm outside all the time, and they could engage in all the casual murdering of smaller creatures that they felt like.

You don't need to know. You're not meant to. You didn't see anything, and if you did, someone at the hospital is going to remind you how dangerous stairs can be...

A lot of butt related metaphors in that headline...

That's literally what narcissism is. The circuitry in your brain that is responsible for feeling shame and guilt and finding fault within yourself just doesn't exist in an affected brain. The idea that something negative that happened could be his fault is like you trying to understand how 2+2 could possibly equal 5. It doesn't even cross your mind as a thing that's worth considering as a possibility.

I don't think you fully understand how narcissistic personality disorder works. If a healthy person starts getting a little too full of themselve, either because of frequent success making them feel infallible, or the Dunning-Kruger effect making them think they know more than they do, they can be brought back down by a reality check, or an embarrassing failure that inescapably shows them that they too have flaws. That's the "shattering" or the "bubble" you're referring to. That's a healthy response. His mind literally doesn't have the capacity to choose "personal failure" as an option for the cause of ANYTHING except positive results, because it isn't even in the drop-down list. It's super tempting to just say that it's because he's an asshole (he is though), but it's a mental illness just like OCD, or schizophrenia. He could probably have masked it a little bit better when he was younger, but the clearly worsening dementia just makes it more obvious now.

I've always loved this painting, because it looks like he's flipping off of God while he tells the guy in red everything that he hates about him personally. His friends behind red, are trying to get him to go home because he's drunk and causing a scene, and the two guys in back it just came to watch the drama when they heard commotion. The bartender, who still has his tab open, is handing him another drink.

I believe it is. See my reply to DrSoap in this thread for details, but it's a famously difficult task to put oneself in the mind of another, especially one with a definable mental illness. It's much simpler to imagine evil being an intentional act. It allows us to hate a person we consider evil without any strings attached, because it was their choice to be evil. It's a bit uncomfortable to imagine evil acts being caused by a mental condition that's listed right alongside autism and schizophrenia, which we usually consider as sympathetic, but I think that's what we're dealing with. Most of his followers get roped in with a cult ideology, which is its own bag of worms. To clarify, I don't see this as an excuse, only a reason. It's hard to remember that, in his mind, he's doing the right thing, because he's doing what's best for himself, and that is the only thing that has any value to him. I try to view this sort of thing the way I would see a rabid dog. I don't hate the dog, and I know it's not the dogs fault that it has rabies, but that doesn't mean that it can keep going around biting people either. He has to go away.

In case anyone reads all that, and their only take away is that I don't hate Trump, yes I do, he's in the worst category of humans that plague the planet, but I try to keep these things in mind, because unbridled hate only and always leads to more hate.

This is also a good time for your quarterly reminder that, conically, Klingons have two dicks. Please sign the roster by the door so we know you attended this mandatory training.

If I recall correctly, it was written by Plato based on the witness of a person in an adjacent cell. By all accounts, he was not a charlatan. He kept talking to people about all his usual stuff and telling people to quit crying because it's not that big a deal. When the guard came with the drink, he thanked him for his troubles, and asked him how to make it work the best. The guard told him to drink it, and then walk around his cell until his legs feel heavy, and then just lay down. He downed it in one pull, paced around his cell making jokes about how he was taking this so much better than everybody else around him until he had to be helped into bed. He picked that moment to remind his main student, Crito, that he owed an animal sacrifice to Asclepius, but hadn't gotten around to it yet, and died. Legend.

Real talk though. You ever read the Apology of Socrates? It's haunting.

My friend's Dunning and Krueger would like to talk to you about this feeling.

.......just the weirdest boner right now.......

Do it again, but include sneezing this time.

I think it would break something irreparable in my brain if a really attractive 30-something year old woman in a sharp business suit stepped out of that car.

Women are drowning while men are dying of thirst. Neither can fully appreciate the plight of the other, but we can abide it. I won't touch your butt uninvited, but, personally, I'm cool with it.

Jesus Christ this hits home. We used to link 4 xbox, from the basement to the 2nd story. My parents, extatic that I was interacting with other people, would order bottomless pizza and soda, and kids WAY outside of my social tier would show up and be nice to me. Then, on Monday, I'd just go back to being the weirdo nerd again...

He looks like you just called him some kind of dog version of a racial slur.

What about the thing where he fucked kids? Anybody still looking into that?