Dragon Ball Z Uncensored

[MADali]

The mini pic looks like a post AIDS picture

[cloacal kiss]

You let a guy with AIDS suck your cock!?

[MADali]

What is this, 1980s?

[Ryoko's Biatch]

If it was, then ALDP wouldn't have been born yet to make that post.

[L Ron Butterfly]

Yeah, Peter, I'm going to steamroll you with my two years of JAVA study at the University of New Orleans!

I'm pretty sure you could be an anthropology major at WHATEVER COLLEGE YOU ATTEND(ED), and get a better computer science education than I did.

(Peter's sarcasm not noted)

But seriously, I'm saying if movies A, B, and C are all receiving similar (either really high or really low) ratings by a large enough group of people, then the program creates a new group, (say group X1 or whatever) and puts those movies into the group. That way, if Norwegian seaman porn-dramas or whatever become the new fad, then whichever six or seven Norwegian seaman porn/docudramas are popular among whichever two to four hundred users will be made into their own group, and if two users both really like THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MUSTACHE THE MOTORBOAT and HAM SANDWICH ON PREBUSCENT MALE MIGRANT WORKER SALAMY TOAST, but they both absolute hate GUNSONG: SEX UNDER THE SAIL, then those two people will have images of eachother's screen name's constantly FLASHING ACCROSS THEIR SCREENS until they eventually MEET UP AND FUCK.

The problem with this is determining the importance of the program-developed groups. Perhaps the program can send messages to the users who are rating them similarly and say something like, "THE LIFE AND TIMES OF MUSTACHE THE MOTORBOAT, HAM SANDWICH ON PREBUSCENT MALE MIGRANT WORKER SALAMY TOAST, AND GUNSONG: SEX UNDER THE SAIL seem to be related somehow. Is there a name for their intimate connection?"

Actually, fuck it, this is getting way too complicated.

MADALI, fuck this movie idea. Art in all its forms is for losers who aren't good at war. Just find some oil and hoard it and raise prices every week or so, and you'll live the good life until America pays some rabi with really good hand-eye coordination to fly planes over your house and drop bomb after bomb on it. Then we can make a movie about it: JEWISH TOP GUN: ATTACK OF THE KOSHER SALAMI GAY DEADEYE.

By the way, Peter, are you still in college? You should have graduated by now. I would have if it were not for bad weather, and changing my major to English. What are you doing these days?

[Rice]

Punkasss, it's a real shame we didn't get to hang out when you were in Knoxville.

[L Ron Butterfly]

Yeah, seriously, how did that happen? I feel like an asshole.

Did I know you were there?

Or was I not really at the forum enough in those days for that communication to present itself?

I remember my friend Paul knew this guy they called BIG DUMB CHINK, and he used to get really drunk and fall down. I thought it might be you.

Paul has a girlfriend who is a BIG HOT CHINK.

Do we share any friends on our Facebook accounts? I wonder how separated I was from your clique.

Being a New Orleans refugee meant I fell in mostly with really religious people who joined AID GROUPS and really social people who wanted to mingle with newcomers (read: chicks who wanted to fuck my totally hot room mate, who I'm not ashamed to admit was a guy who is totally hot).

And then of course anybody who could sell me marijuana.

[Rice]

I think it's actually because you were there like a semester before I started. You may know some of my friends though, because I mostly hang out with people a year or more above me. Did you meet any champions at UT? I may be looking in the wrong places but most people there seem to be BIG GAY.

[L Ron Butterfly]

The greatest person I met was this football graduate who was really, really fucking huge, and dumb and friendly in a somewhat non-threatening jolly giant way and -- at the same time -- a somewhat disturbing "Is this guy really as dumb as he lets on?" sort of way.

I don't remember his name, but he was really big and really black and really horny. He graduated from UT after smashing a bunch of school records for tackles or something. Then he played in the NFL for a season before landing a RAPE CHARGE. Or maybe he got the rape charge before he went into the NFL. It was all kind of fishy.

Anyway, all he talked about was girls and how he wished they were easier to have sex with, and if anybody had a girlfriend, he would express jealousy for them. And he told a story about a girl he bought a really expensive dinner for, and then she didn't put out, and how upset he was. And he also said that when he played in the NFL for a season, he had sex with Christina Aguilera(!!!!) If anybody is interested in this, I remember his story to the most minute detail.

I don't know why he was hanging out with the people I was with. I was with Paul and his hot chink girlfriend and this really gay pothead guy from San Francisco that lived in my building. For some reason, when I showed up at gay pothead guy's room, this giant, horny bulldozer of a man was there, and he was garrulous as hell.

I don't remember his name, but I feel like he must be some kind of local celebrity. If any names come to mind, don't tell me yet. I'm going to ask Paul what his name was and get back to you on it. I wouldn't want you to guess right, and then have everybody say I was just making it up and then agreeing with you.

I'm pretty sure Paul will remember his name.

Also, after talking to him for -- I don't know -- maybe an hour or two, I was totally convinced that he committed the rape for which he was accused, even though he insisted it was just some girl trying to get his money!

[cloacal kiss]

How the fuck do you write so much?

[L Ron Butterfly]

As far as champions that you could personally meet, I never really found any cool places to hang out. You could go to THE FORT (you know what I'm talking about) if you want to do drugs and hang out with terrible red neck sub-hippies.

I remember there being a fucking shit load of girls I wanted to fuck. But all I ended up getting was some chubby girl with a lot of acne and some crazy slut who had been in and out of mental institutions all her life, and whom I was worried gave me herpes until months passed, and no bumps appeared on my dick.

A lot of kind of entertaining frat guy types who would get really loud and drunk and obnoxious.

And some shitty rock band. I don't remember their name. Maybe they're still around.

There was this one guy I played an open mic night with who seemed really cool. I'm friends with him on facebook. I'll look up his name later when I'm not procrastinating reading a novel / writing a paper.

He was awesome. He didn't talk much, but he seemed of crazy, and he wrote this really catchy eighties-pop-sounding song that went, "Not another lonely night. I will be the one you know... the one you know, tonight." It was cheesey, but it was great. And cheesey but still good somehow was about as good as it got in Knoxville.

His facebook had stuff like, "I like singing songs and performing weird stunts and publicity stunts and routines in public because it makes people happy."


ALDP, I'm on adderol. Like ninety percent of my recent output at this forum consists of me taking adderol to study or write a paper, and then putting off studying or writing the paper, and making a bunch of hopped-up, hyper-rambling posts because I have an inexhaustable amount of mental energy, and moving my body away from the computer causes me to break out into a cold sweat.

(I really should never take anything stronger than coffee. I'm a nervous wreck as it is)

[cloacal kiss]

Punkasss, I think I'd actually be interested in what you're saying, but I look at your posts and I think "WHOA if I wanted to read a book I'd go get a book!"

[L Ron Butterfly]

ALDP, I really like most of your posts. You are probably my favorite poster right now. The stuff you say is so funny and concise and dead on! A lot of times, I read a thread, and you just run away with the thread!

Keep up the good work.

[Rice]

Yeah. The Fort is a horrible cesspit and every time I go out there I have to be careful of not getting lynched. One time I was walking home and a truckload of guys drove by screaming "WHOO HOO WE'RE GONNA KILL SOME NIGGERS!"

I was wondering if college was universally lame or Knoxville was just a huge piece of shit.

[L Ron Butterfly]

Ha ha ha, do they still have that place on the strip with the word BLUE in the title?

It was like BLUE [SOMETHING] and the whole club was BLUE, and there would be bubbles coming out of it sometimes, and there was a sign that said if you entered, you risked being filmed and the film being used on MTV or something.

And there were always old, sleezy guys there with college girls.

And even though it looked and felt like a techno dance club, the one time I went, the shittiest fucking nineties post grunge pop rock cover band in the whole fucking world played for some reason. They did, like, Blind Melon covers and shit.

When I told people I went, they were really ashamed of me. "Did you get an STD... as soon as you walked in?"

You should go there all the time and revel in the amazing irony and order big, pink drinks and never move a single muscle except to slowly sip the pink drink out of a twisty straw.

And maybe bow ceremonially to girls when they pass you.

I went on Halloween night dressed like Charles Manson and danced with girls in thongs and shamelessly didn't fight my erection and then rubbed my erection all over them until they probably felt the moisture on the tip of it through both of our clothes.

POWER IN ANONYMITY!

[Rice]

Oh yeah! I'm going down to New Orleans in a few days for my sister's graduation. We should hang out then.

[L Ron Butterfly]

I'm down. I just put in a two-weeks' notice at my job, and the semester's about to end.

So I'm about to be totally idle with a few thousand dollars saved up in the bank.

On the same note, my phone's broken, and I might not have a new one when you get here, so give me a day or two, and I'll get my room mate's phone number.

He has man titties and used to be a junky!

God, you are going to be so dissapointed...

[Rice]

Not in the city, I hope.

And do you mean that BLUE CUBE place? For the most part I try to avoid the strip but I like to drive down it and scream out the window at people wearing short shorts when I'm drunk.

[L Ron Butterfly]

Maybe that's it.

Is it really gay, and do bubbles come out of it sometimes?




New Orleans streets are cracked BADLY, it smells like urine in most of downtown, and everybody is some alcoholic self-proclaimed super weirdo.

A lot of people like it.

There are a bunch of cool scenes that I'm not really as connected to as I'd like to be.

I'm lame. I don't really go out a lot. I read and watch TV and record music by myself on my computer and stuff like that.

Most of my social interaction involves playing shows or going to see our sister band Spite. Neither Meatgod or Spite are very well respected in the city.

But like, I know enough of the city to be a pretty decent tour guide. It's not even remotely difficult to get drunk if you're under twenty-one. Plenty of bars don't have bouncers, and the bartender's aren't about to leave their posts behind the bar to card you. So as long as I can buy the drinks for you, we'll be fine.

I'll probably just take you ratting along Frenchman St where the tourists who are IN THE KNOW go. Unless there's some noteworthy show that I know about. We can go to Bourbon St. if you really want to. I guess you have to see it once. You're gonna want to leave soon, though. It's really fucking stupid, boring, and headache-inducing.

Frenchman St. is really great. I hung out there in the days when I left my house for reasons other than going to school or work. I plan on hanging out there again in the very near future.

Taking aderoll to get schoolwork done is so pointless. I always end up doing THIS instead.

[Rice]

I'm pretty sure I know what you're talking about, but I can't remember the exact club. A lot of the strip is super faggy though.

My sister said the same thing about Bourbon St. She was like sort of excited for a second to be bringing me there, then realized she would have to be there.