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Day

Day. Beautiful, sunny, warm, charming - 
No, it fucking isn't. It's overcast, the weather is gloomy, and you have a fucking class to attend in an hour.
- alight with birds chirping on the trees. The branches of the same are lush with fruits, and the bushes around them are dazzling with flowers. The sunshine -
Bullshit. You're in your dorm. You were masturbating all night and now you have overslept. You have to run to class now without brushing. You filthy animal.
- bathes my shoulders as I take a gentle dip in the calm lake - 
More like a thirty-second shower.
- ah! Refreshes the mind and body and soul.
Too bad they don't refresh your miserable grades.
The fish tickle my feet.
Seriously dude?
== A Poem About Day: Awakening Earth ==
Look yonder as the dawn freshens,
 It's nearly noon you wanker. 
As the early birds take flight, 
You're still in your smelly bed in your smelly underwear.
Look upon the sky as the day awakens,
Look up to the cracks in the ceiling,
Watch your stupid football posters peeling. Fucker.
And the vales are awash with light.
Get a life man. 
== Why I Like The Day ==
It's so beautiful! A great time to go out and play, or just bask in the sun,
You'll do that when you actually get off your computer. And, I told you it is fucking gloomy outside.
or perhaps enjoy a game of football with friends.
You don't have any friends. 
It is sad that people underestimate the gaiety of daytime, and spend it on the Internet instead. Wouldn't you rather play with your dog in the pool, than browse Wikipedia?
And might I remind you of the websites you usually visit?
I was looking for cats.
On pornhub?
== A Quiet Afternoon ==
 Lol.
The sun charms the earth with its warmth this afternoon. The insects are droopy, the strays are sleeping.Everything is quiet and lazy. After consuming a basket of fruits --
Chips cannot be classified as fruits.
-- I'm resting in a cool shade of a tree --
First you come late to class, second you sleep. Third, you don't see the prof standing beside you.
--without a worry in the world. 
...You spoke to soon. 
OW! What the--oh fuck. 
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== I Had A Bad Day ==
 I was in detention, the prof is an asshole, I'm hungry and tired and fucking pissed with the world. Don't you fuck with me. I'll crack your ass into seven pieces and feed them to hellhounds.
"The fish tickle my feet."
Fuck you.
Finally, you're speaking my language
 
Category:Time
Category:Vital articles
nl:Dag
De Gustibus Non Est Disputandum

De gustibus non est disputandum is a maxim that some people love and some people can't stand. There is heated debate over whether the phrase is useful at all, and proponents from each side of the debate claim to have indisputably resolved the matter.
==Proponents==
People who support the phrase often indicate that the pleasant sound of its phonemes are literally soothing to their souls. There are also those who maintain that the phrase brings them joyful fits of laughter and mirth.
These people will use the phrase at any opportunity, often to the dismay of the phrase's many detractors.
Supporters of the phrase tend to be very accommodating of the detractors, understanding that the delight that they take in it may not be shared by everyone. They tend to be overly hopeful that the opponents can be encouraged to use softer language in their criticism of it.
==Opponents==
People who advocate against the use of this phrase are often disturbed by its very sound. For instance, there are some who claim that the "gu" sound followed so quickly by the "bu" sound is a travesty of phonetic dissonance.
Others have simply heard it so much that they tire of it. 
Detractors of the phrase have a tendency to be self-absorbed, unaware that their own opinions regarding it may not be shared. On some occasions, these individuals have been known to be incredulous at the delight that proponents take in it.
==Importance of the dispute==
Some people even question the need to report on the arguments over this phrase in a scholarly article. Others very much enjoy the debate, and welcome such an effort.
Still others, this author included, think it is very amusing to presume that there is such a debate, because it highlights the meaning of the phrase in a delightful way. Such people tend to enjoy subtle self-awareness as a point of humor. People who disagree with this notion will wish to delete any articles about it, because they will feel that it adds no value to the effort at hand.
But it should be noted that if they were to do so, they would be committing the very irrational act that the phrase itself implicitly decries. This will not bother them in the least, however, because they are probably also detractors of the phrase in the first place.
==Conclusion==
It is very important that you understand which side of this debate you support. There is no middle ground here - there is clearly a right opinion and a wrong opinion. It is your job to decide which is which for yourself.
==Footnote==
Category:Language
Deanna Troi

Deanna Troi (aka Troy aka Hot mind reading babe) is named after the famous Roman mind reading goddess who can read minds and can move men's hands over their naughty regions with ease. Troi proved so popular with men in the audience that she got to help improve sagging ratings on the Janeway show.
Troi's mom is a wonderful, fun and ass kicking ambassador who saved the Mind Reading chick planet from slavery. Troi's mom also stole all of her daughter's flirtatiousness and was particularly fond of bald starship captains and soon to be euthanized scientists named Major Winchester. Her butler was played by Lurch.
Troi had a long and very meaningful relationship with Riker but he pussed out with an excuse about how she was holding back his career. Realizing that Worf had no career and due to her interest in interspecies mating, she found Worf and they started having sex. Because of this, Troi and Worf are both guilty of bestiality. This made an alternate Riker upset, because he had been on a planet for seven years in which his penis was abraded away by incessant masturbation.
Troi's mind powers were able to do all kinds of things, like tell Captain Picard that the Warship approaching was going to blow the shit out of them, she said she sensed danger. When talking to young prepubescent boys she could sense that they were thinking of tits. The best of all is when the Borg almost destroyed the Enterprise, she told the crew "We're fucked." The rest of the crew told her "No Shit."
Troi has a fetish for chocolate. Whether it's eating it, drinking it, rubbing it on her tits, having sex in it, making model starships with it. She loves chocolate. Troi once dreamed that the Enterprise was made of chocolate and wanted to eat the whole thing, thus killing the crew and then she woke up. Disturbed by the dream and needing to relax, she had a hot chocolate. One time the Ferengi had taken over the Enterprise and subjected Troi to using her mind powers to make money. After getting over this experience, she had Chocolate ice cream with Hot Fudge.
She has also been targeted for removal from the ship because of her counseling abilities. Most crew members thought that they would be better served if a ice cold keg would sit in her place. Instead of listening to her talk about her feelings, crew members would rather tap the keg and drink one with the team.
==Some Highlights==
*A black slimy monster once threatened her with death.
*She once got impregnated by some flash of light.
*An evil (well, actually not that evil) old man once drove her almost insane with a music box. No, we're not kidding.
*Troi started changing her clothes more and got to captain the Enterprise after it was nearly blown to pieces by stupid non detectable, invisible and therefore budget friendly alien energy. 
*She once was the "Goddess of Empathy" on the holodeck and in the imaginations of every boy between 13 and 43 for the next six seasons. 
==See also==
*boobs
*Nerd
*alien
*You
*sex
*Chocolate City
Category:Star_Trek Category:Stuff that lonely men masturbate over
Dear Diary:I Met the Love of My Life Today

== July 29th, 2009: Community Pool ==
Ah, the Wednesday dip. My weekly reprieve from the world, 10 minutes of just me, the lap pool, and my water wings. Little did I suspect, this Wednesday would be like no other Wednesday. This Wednesday, my destiny would come to me in a polka-dotted onesie, ready to whisk me away to a land of ecstasy and lollipops.
She was exiting the locker room just as I was finishing my second lap. Our eyes locked, I blushed slightly, she tripped over a small child. I pray she didn't hear my snickers. She brushed off my gallant offer of aid with a small smile and quietly slipped into the lane next to me. Even from behind her bulbous goggles, I could see her eyes shine.
She swam beautifully, as if the water were rushing to propel her forward as eagerly as I was. Alas, the water was a jealous fiend and hindered my journey, so I could only watch as she raced to the far end of the pool, bravely defying the deep end I dared not traverse. Upon reaching the far wall she submerged herself, only to abate my panicked frenzy by resurfacing more gracefully than a mermaid, mysteriously moving in the opposite direction.
Upon reaching my end of the pool once more, she removed her goggles and shook the water out of her hair, as if to impersonate the ritual my basset hound always undertook to dry his magnificent mane. My desperate attempts to seize a lock of the beautiful hair were to no avail. It was then that I noticed a small child staring at me with some wonderment (the same small child, in fact, that the lovely vixen next to me had previously tripped over), so I viciously compelled him to return to the kiddy pool that he belonged in. Noting that my antics had alarmed my poolmate, I smiled and said simply, "kids, ha ha!".
After some hesitation, my beautiful salmon asked if I was going to be swimming as well. I gave a small smile and took off, not even giving my passage over the deep end a second third thought. Mother would have been proud. After floundering around for a bit, I sunk an inch, touched off bottom, and sped back in the other direction. I emerged like a blue whale, spouting water in all directions as if to show my dominance of the sea. I'm sure she was smiling at my majestic achievement before I spat water in her face. 
When the water had settled from my display of superiority, she was already back in the water continuing her swim, surely too intimidated to socialize any further. I continued swimming as well, as I'm sure that when she returns for the next Wednesday dip she'll have collected herself enough for me to make my real move. When she had finished, she nimbly lifted herself out of the pool and returned to the locker room. As I watched the door close behind her, I felt unfamiliar emotions well up and erupt within me. Maybe it was joy, maybe it was excitement.
At any rate, I quietly thanked God that they use chlorine in swimming pools and promptly left.
Category:Love
Dear Jenna

June 24, 2008
:Dear Jenna,
:I hate to tell you this, but I'm not going to be able to see you anymore. I know it's a cliché, but it's really not you, Jenna. It's me.
:I think it's just that it was too soon after my relationship with Carol. After Carol, I promised myself I would never get into a relationship with girls who caused birds to suddenly appear every time she was near. It was just too hard.
:Like I told you, when I first met Carol, it was actually kind of nice. We'd go have a picnic, and there would be songbirds everywhere, and it would just be a beautiful sound, even if we did usually had to eat our sandwiches under a sheet, on account of all the poop.
:But after a while, it just got to be too much. I had to get up at 5:00 in the morning to take the first shower, or else the tub would be full of ducks. And then, that one time, when we were making love and I looked up and there was a giant ostrich staring me in the face, I knew I had to end it.
:When I met you, I was worried it was going to be too much like it was with Carol. But I thought "Well, she's not Carol. It's not birds that suddenly appear every time she's near; it's bees. So, let's give her a chance."
:But, honestly, Jenna? It was worse. At least birds can't fit in a sandwich. I never imagined how hard it would be to have bees suddenly appear in my sandwich as soon as I was about to take a bite. And the sex, you know, it was really good, but I'm just not the kind of guy who enjoys constant stinging in bed. I hope you understand. Like I said, this is really about me and how I just wasn't ready for this relationship at this time in my life.
:I know it's just a failing on my part. I'm sure most any guy would be lucky to have you. Especially a guy who had his own bee suit and mask. Like a beekeeper. I know the last thing you want from me right now is advice, but maybe you should think about dating a beekeeper.
:I know you're probably going to call me a coward for writing this letter instead of telling you this in person, but the fact is, I am scared. I'm scared of how much I love you. But mostly, I'm scared of the bees.
:I'll miss you,
:Brian
Category:Articles written in the style of letters
Category:Romance
Death Ray

"Death Ray" was the nickname given to the cybernetically reanimated body of the late Ray Charles. 
==In Life==
Charles had tried with varying success to become a pianist during the twentieth century, but a tragic handicap left him unable to achieve this dream until late in his life, since he suffered from chronic gout that left him unable to play more than two keys at a time. While naysayers said nay and others criticized him for wearing black in a world of whites, Ray Charles persevered and earned himself some acclaim as a piano player.
Charles served three tours of duty in the Vietnam conflict and won the silver bullseye for single handedly killing 247 staff sergeants. He was promoted to Colonel when he called in an air strike on the parking lot of a small Evangelist Church in central Idaho from his fire base in the Vietnamese Central Highlands. He returned to the United States a hero, and earned a cult following as one of only two people to have been dubbed an Elvis impersonator "fit for the king."
Charles retreated from public life in the late twentieth century to take up his favorite pastime, hiding in his house sleeping on piles and piles of money that he had earned during his career, and still recovering from a wound he endured in Vietnam, when a Vietcong trap exploded near his patrol while they were walking through a small village. Shrapnel showered his body and a pair of sunglasses was permanently fixed to his face. Two young soldiers nearby had both been killed instantly by large novelty sunglasses from the same souvenir shop. Charles took this as an omen and thus decided to not have the glasses surgically removed. Doctors agreed it would be the best choice.
==In Death==
His most recent fame was earned by allowing his likeness to hand an Oscar to Jamie Foxx in a shoe-in victory. Charles, however, had stipulated in his will that if his life ever be the subject of a movie which won an award, he was to be brought back to life in order to destroy those who had corrupted his legacy. Now kept alive by mechanical and electrical devices that have replaced or augmented his physiological functioning, Death Ray walks Hollywood very mechanically, striking fear and pointed sticks into the hearts of those that oppose him. Police are powerless, as Ray has been cybernetically altered so that his glasses now form a shield for his eyes. If he removes the glasses, a powerful JAZZ LASER(tm) be pullin' some crazy ass shit and get its thang on meltin' their cheapass gats.
At the time of publication, Death Ray was still at large.
Category:Biographies of Ridiculous Persons
Category:Cyborgs
Category:Pop musicians
Category:Death
Death to America

Contrary to widespread media belief, terrorism is not the leading cause of death in America. Freedom fries and big tobacco companies kill more people than terrorists every day.
Pick your poison:
*Lawyers
*Samurai Lincoln
*Food warfare launched by France on the United States
*Goths on drugs
*Death by Telemarketing
*Ralph Nader coming at you in an exploding Ford Pinto
*The Amway wars
*Natural Causes
Category:Terrorism
Category:Death
Category:United States
December

December (pronounced duh-SING-ga) is a slang term for the month of Dismember. It is a magical time when snow covers the land and Santa Claus rides around on his sleigh pulled by flying reindeer. Unless, of course, you live in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case El Santo Jesús will ride into your town on a burro and give you a taco.
==The Discovery==
December was discovered inJ 1952 by an intrepid team of explorers inhabiting Czechoslovakia. The natives prayed to December as their God, offering up a human sacrifice, but that was all ruined when the explorers captured December and brought it back to civilization. It was put on display and paraded around the nation. This is also the month the world discovered that behind the scenes of the Simpsons, Lisa was a prostitute.
==The Escape==
Tragedy struck on May 8, 1955 when December escaped from its cage and disappeared into the wild of Nevada. No trace has ever been found of it since. Its very existence is doubted by many foremost scientists of the day, including Albert Einstein, who was said to say "December? I'll show you a December, just like I showed your mom my December last night!"
==The Mystery==
Strangely, only one clue to the location of December has turned up since the disappearance, occurring in the Marilyn Monroe movie Some Like it Hot. In the scene on the beach, if you look towards the upper right-hand corner, you can just make out a blurry object that vaguely resembles the description of a December. No explanation has ever been offered by the producers or the government.
==The Drink==
* 5 oz. Triple Sec
* 1 oz. Bombay Sapphire gin
* 1 cherry life saver
Mix, stir to taste. You've just made yourself a tasty December!
==The Shatner==
December is also the month in which Shatmas falls. One of the cardinal holidays of the Shatifferous faith, Shatmas is only second to the Ides of Smarch in religious importance.
==See Also==
*List of December Anniversaries
*White History Month
Dismember
Category:Months
category:Winter
da:December
de:Dezember
el:Δεκέμβριος
eo:Decembro
fi:Joulukuu
he:דצמבר
ja:12月
nl:December
no:Desember
pl:Grudzień
pt:Dezembro
uk:Грудень
zh:十二月
December 25

What does December 25 mean to you?
*Christmas Day (National Shopping Day for residents of the United States only) 
*Chwistmas pwesents!!!
*The day Baby Jesus was boned
*Hanukkah
*Chanukah
*Hanookah
*Harmonica 
*Chakanuuka
*Canuckistan 
*Festivus
*Saturnalia
*A night of hard drinking, followed by a long day of hard drinking. 
*The Day I lost my virginity to a fat man in a red suit with a giant candy-cane dildo.
*A day when a sexy old man invites some kids, bros, and bras over to the Rede Globo, and sing. (the aforementioned "kids", if female, may also have additional attentions from him as well... if you know what I mean...)
*This day reminds me of September 25th
*Jesus being years old
category:Days
Category:Christmas
da:25. december
fi:25. joulukuuta
it:25 dicembre
ja:12月25日
pl:25 grudnia
Decepticon Party

The Decipticon Party is a global leftist political party, that has had such prestigious individuals as Tom Cruise, Bill Clinton, Gerald Ford, and Lyndon Baines Johnson. Their party platform includes saving America from the Predacons, and tapping as much ass as is humanly possible.
They oppose the Predacon Party.
==Platform==
The Decepticon Party's platform is to always have a plan. Other important ideals are:
*The most important plan is to always do the exact opposite as Predacons.
*Being at least 50% composed of Predacons, or Predacon sympathizers, in order to ensure that no one takes them seriously.
*George Bush is a small business.
*Being homosexual terrorist commies.
*Defeating Optimus Prime.
*Equipping with the correct body armor.
*Ending our dependence on Energon Crystals by exploring other fuel sources, such as humans, and the Prime Matrix.
*Having gratuitous gut-check time.
*Pointing out that the Predacons are a group of pious, overblown hypocrites.
*Pointing out that the Predacons, for all of their pro-war bluster, somehow magically manage never to serve, preferring instead to let Decepticons do all the fighting.
*Find all the Minicons, before those damn Autobots get to them.
*Kick Starscream out, but every time they try he just buys us lots of weed and who can say no to that? But one day, we will kick Starscream out because he is just too charming and evenhanded.
==History==
The Decepticon party at one time managed to save the planet from the econ invaders from Jupiter 4, and are infuriated that the Predacons take credit for it, when the Predacons were in fact in favor of non interference at the time. The party contains many homosexual feminist movie producers hellbent on stuff. They have a long history of Presidential Candidates and Presidents, but have been known to purposely nominate the weakest candidates to lose on purpose. The reasons for this remain unknown, but most probable is the bizarre, 1995 decision to donate the party's balls to charity. This lack of balls is infuriating to party loyalists who long for a strong stance against the Predacons and Optimus Prime. However, Deception Leadership is nearly as retarded as Predacon leadership.
==Famous Members==
* George Washington Carver
* Tom Cruise
* Bill Clinton
* Lyndon Baines Johnson
* Jerry Seinfeld
* Gerald Ford
* Elvis
* Richard Nixon
* Your Mom
* Megatron
* Starscream
* Adolf Hitler
* Chuck Norris
* Barrack Obama
Category:Parties
Deception

Deception is the opposite of conception, the process of creating children. More extreme then abortion and adoption, deception involves inserting the child back into the womb, where it is dissolved by the mother's body and absorbed back into the bloodstream.
From the view of modern Culture this primitive act may seem barbaric and not a good thing and disgusting. But during the time of Barbarians when things were not good and always very disgusting this was considered pretty run of the mill. 
==Modern Views on Deception==
Since the time of Davy Crockett, childbirth has been a risky proposition. It has been up to the man and/or woman involved whether to even have the child - or instead to honorably hurl yourself and unborn child into a volcano where you would be consumed by the millions of gallons of exploding magma and possibly killed.
Obviously, to our modern eyes, this was pretty stupid. In fact, just calm down, it was stupid.
But some groups of people, whom you hate and wish would die, feel it was somewhat honorable, and felt it was in line with many current religious views. This would allow god to be pleased and all it took was the sacrifice of the woman or man and the life of the unborn child in either of their wombs. 
This is when these pious individuals, who were such adamant followers of God, just thought it would be pretty cool if just the baby could be killed and not them.
This is where modern opinion is strongly divided.
*On one side of the wall you have those who feel the act of Deception is disgusting and so horrific that their hair stands on end just thinking about it. 
*On the other hand, there are groups who think that forcing a woman or man and the child they have been incubating inside either of their bodies for the past 12 months or so, into a huge volcano with exploding magma and floating skeletons of men women and children was "horrible".
It is left as an exercise to the reader to determine if deception really is bad, or disturbingly acceptable.
The art of deception is to pull down trousers/pants then underwear (if wearing any) and fuck youself.
==Standard Egyptian Formula for Deception==
:\left\|\,\sum_{baby=1}^{n}\mathbf{M}_2womb\,\right\|^2 = \sum_{k=1}^{n} \|\mathbf{M}_k\|^4bloodstream
Category: Sexuality