What's that fallacy called when they ask you to answer a question with a set of options that does not allow you to answer a question adequately? a) Ad Hominem b) Ad Populum
hehe, you noticed that too eh... i looked the first question and neither of the answers were good. The whole thing is a set up.
Hmm, that was pretty amusing. But it wasn't really as funny as I thought it'd be. Oh, well. It was neat, anyway.
how would you know that Mr. Libertine? a rather judgmental comment towards someone you dont know very well ..wouldnt you say?
No, I wouldn't say. I would say what I did say. But, that doesn't make what I did say correct. Just an observation from my limited scope. But, I've no reason to believe otherwise so far.
It was funny Not the getting ripped apart by bears part, though, that was scary I think the sickest sense of humor here is God's... ...then maybe Libertine's
shadows drip ragged from the orifice of demons cackling smiles as my God rears it's bloody children from ignorance to hate.... than a laugh cracks through the deities rough smile as the children realise that the cold play of light doesn't break with another beat from another rapper with shit they can't play. Ohh wait, did I just say that? What are you gonna do now Liberty? is there another demon from hell on the loose, dripping curses like blessings from a nuns juicy impaled **** upon a horses cock that rips threw flesh rending maggots from bloody puss as rotting entrails writhe in the steaming sunlight? what poetry is this, words I spit, no flow cums out when the words turn around on you like a jagged knife, no flow from the little one who can't spit blood and teeth from gnashed eyelids torn from the skulls of the still loved... when I walk the streets there is no other with the credz of cons that flows with the blood of ex felons from another bright day waking to smell the roses... Sweet freedom of the mind, words of another bliss, a darkness impaled upon a cross of light and wisdom. Love at a cost. No darkness lost.
Well now you're just making it weird Kharakov. Anyhow, the "rate your God" joke could have been funny if it had merely employed the age old technique know as "humor". My God got the second highest rating.
