dr. mansons food pyramid | Clone High
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dr. mansons food pyramid | Clone High
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You are Lord fucking Humongous. The master of fire. The king of the wasteland. Lord Humongous doesn’t get cheated on by some stupid bitch. Lord Humongous doesn’t say, “Was it good for you?”, he doesn’t say, “Who called?”, or “Where were you last night?” And he doesn’t leave the fucking gang when he falls in love. Nobody fucking tells Lord Humongous what to do. Lord Humongous fights when he wants to fight, fucks when he wants to fuck, and when all else fails, he drives straight into the fucking tanker. The thing is, is that Lord Humongous dominates his women, and they fuckin’ love him for it.
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When women got the right to vote, I’m pretty sure no one was worried about whether or not bears were going to try to vote. Come one guys. Bears, hamsters, single-celled organisms and toasters can not give consent. Don’t worry about these things destroying the sanctity of marriage.
That’s another thing.
When did all these things become sacred all of a sudden? I’ve been hearing a lot of “Life is sacred” lately. No. Life itself is not sacred. I mean, sure, we like to feel that way when an unborn organism with the potential to become a baby is involved- but you don’t hear anyone preaching about the sanctity of life when we’re getting rid of cancer. (or when those babies grow up and we send them of to war for that matter)
Oh? what’s that? HUMAN Life is sacred? Oh well that’s just rich. Imagine - human’s (who are alive) thinking human life is sacred. Seems a little self-serving to be honest. I’m sure if cancer could speak, think, or form poorly thought out arguments, it would believe cancerous life is sacred. See how that works?
It’s self preservation. It’s a survival instinct. I hate to burst your bubble, (actually, no. I don’t) but this species isn’t that special.