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David Cameron Decides Porn is Bad for You, Blocks All Access to Pornography in UK

not much, trrrrust me !! :lol:

Let's PLEASE get right back to talking about the problem at hand here, clearly, okay ?...the dis-appreciation of anal sex.

Then stop going off topic!!

In South Africa we have a saying: "A brave soldier rather has blood than **** on his sword".
 
Then stop going off topic!!

In South Africa we have a saying: "A brave soldier rather has blood than **** on his sword".

Thank you for that brutally ridiculous South African saying.
Also: I apologize to myself for the waste of time...(hmm.......that was cool...well not really). And anal sex and David Cameron and the 2007 RWC.
 
WTF does this have to do with the topic??!!
Calm down, bro. I've never met any single message of yours that had to do anything with topic it was posted in =)) It's mostly - "LOL!!!11, HAHAhaA!!!11, WTF???!!1" and other attributes of civilized, educated human being =))
 
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Calm down, bro. I've never met any single message of yours that had to do anything with topic it was posted in =)) It's mostly - "LOL!!!11, HAHAhaA!!!11, WTF???!!1" and other attributes of civilized, educated human being =))

yarmolinsky, bro, dude....you're obviously a smart young man (with good taste....damn good coffee....). Don't waste your time, friend...that's all you're doing here.
A dumb person never understands how dumb he is. It would be an absurd and horrific existence, Mother Nature has done well...we have to co-exist with some, so let's just let them post...
 
How is the porn filter behaving in the UK these days ? I'm going on vacation there for 2 weeks in july and I'm wondering what's being censored ? Are we just talking about smut sites like xvideos, http://theporndude.com/ and xnxx or other sites too ?

Can I still go to casino/gambling websites ?

Is there a configuration or something, so it can be turned off by myself ? I'll be staying in a hotel over there, so I don't really feel like asking the people of the hotel about this. It's kinda awkward :s
 
oh fkk...this thread again...can you believe that thang is a year old ? TIME FLIES, and the next thing you know all your present problems and challenges have gone and moved on to a deeper state...until it's too late. Remorse sets in. So much more could've been done, my God, why did I just stay there all those days ?;...AAAAAAAAAAHHHH !!!!!!! It's all over now, isn't it ??!!! This is it !! It's actually over, nothing can be fixed !!...
 
I want to say something before this whole thing gets out of control. In 1967, in the hot desert sun, a woman gave birth to a boy in the back of old pick up.

She was a whore.

She left the boy at a local church. The father at the church didn't like children, but he knew that being a disciple of the bible he couldn't possibly not take the small kid. Instead he ended up taking out his frustration on the boy. At the age of three, the boy was forced to use the toilet. Let me tell you the little fell into his own pile of poop more than once. By the age of 5, the boy the boy was reading the bible and chopping wood for the fire. Despite the father's harsh character, the boy loved him and thought of him as his true father. By the age of seven the father raped him three times.

The boy ran away. He survived four days in the desert by eating cactus and scorpions. He was finally found by a drug cartel boss, who took the boy in. Mr. Sanchez was his name, and he was immediately impressed by the boys intelligence and grown up attitude. Mr. Sanchez provided the boy with an education at a private prep school and a nice house. The boy had sex for the first time when he was 12, the next year he graduated high school. He was the school's star running back. The boy was lost, although he liked Mr. Sanchez, he never thought of him as his father.

The boy went to India, were he became a spiritual leader of a large tribe of farmers. With his power he turned the several plots that each tribe member had into a large corporate farm and became a millionaire. His assets grew as he bought into other successful start ups. He often got ahead in business with his great leadership abilities, but once in a while he used violence. This was India after all. By the time he was 22, the boy had all the money he would ever need. So he bought a yacht and traveled the world for 10 years. For 10 years he visited every major port, slept with girls from every country imaginable, and tried every drug ever made (by nature and by man).

When he was 33, he was walking on a beach in French Guiana when he met a girl of Irish - Native American decent. She bared his seed. It was boy, perfect health. He moved them to Argentina, then London, and eventually Vermont. The man was 45 now, he has seen everything, accomplished everything, tried everything. He skied down the Swiss Alps, been at the North Pole, swam with hammerheads, everything! Yet he has never done one simple thing that we all take for granted every day, he met his father.

He never played catch with his father, he never talked about women with his father. He never would. He died at the age of 63 when his parachute didn?t open when he was base jumping from Dagger Mountain in Washington, USA. Over three thousand people attended his funeral.


I know what you are thinking. How does this story relate to me? Well I want you to go all the way back to the beginning of the story and remember the woman who gave birth to this incredible boy. You are like this woman. You are like this women because you are a whore.
 
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reading this thread reminded me of why I have no time for uni students

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You would LOVE France. People worship just talking about every single topic inside out for hours, but never agreeing on it by the end. They'll have those talk shows and discuss the most far-fetched stuff for literally hours, and have you confused by the end of the show on things like France is really France, men and women are really men and women, pets are people...
 
I want to say something before this whole thing gets out of control. In 1967, in the hot desert sun, a woman gave birth to a boy in the back of old pick up.

She was a whore.

She left the boy at a local church. The father at the church didn't like children, but he knew that being a disciple of the bible he couldn't possibly not take the small kid. Instead he ended up taking out his frustration on the boy. At the age of three, the boy was forced to use the toilet. Let me tell you the little fell into his own pile of poop more than once. By the age of 5, the boy the boy was reading the bible and chopping wood for the fire. Despite the father's harsh character, the boy loved him and thought of him as his true father. By the age of seven the father raped him three times.

The boy ran away. He survived four days in the desert by eating cactus and scorpions. He was finally found by a drug cartel boss, who took the boy in. Mr. Sanchez was his name, and he was immediately impressed by the boys intelligence and grown up attitude. Mr. Sanchez provided the boy with an education at a private prep school and a nice house. The boy had sex for the first time when he was 12, the next year he graduated high school. He was the school's star running back. The boy was lost, although he liked Mr. Sanchez, he never thought of him as his father.

The boy went to India, were he became a spiritual leader of a large tribe of farmers. With his power he turned the several plots that each tribe member had into a large corporate farm and became a millionaire. His assets grew as he bought into other successful start ups. He often got ahead in business with his great leadership abilities, but once in a while he used violence. This was India after all. By the time he was 22, the boy had all the money he would ever need. So he bought a yacht and traveled the world for 10 years. For 10 years he visited every major port, slept with girls from every country imaginable, and tried every drug ever made (by nature and by man).

When he was 33, he was walking on a beach in French Guiana when he met a girl of Irish - Native American decent. She bared his seed. It was boy, perfect health. He moved them to Argentina, then London, and eventually Vermont. The man was 45 now, he has seen everything, accomplished everything, tried everything. He skied down the Swiss Alps, been at the North Pole, swam with hammerheads, everything! Yet he has never done one simple thing that we all take for granted every day, he met his father.

He never played catch with his father, he never talked about women with his father. He never would. He died at the age of 63 when his parachute didn?t open when he was base jumping from Dagger Mountain in Washington, USA. Over three thousand people attended his funeral.


I know what you are thinking. How does this story relate to me? Well I want you to go all the way back to the beginning of the story and remember the woman who gave birth to this incredible boy. You are like this woman. You are like this women because you are a whore.

Probably one of the longest, and best, insults I have read for years.............now stop taking the drugs and do some work!!!!
 

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