Let it all Hang Out...

[Till]

I look like a guy with a plan.



Midnight hits, I'm ready to smash,
But the floof-ass ho still flashin' no ass,
Waitin' like Xenu trapped in a pod,
Fifty million years and my dick still throb!

Door bust open, titties flyin' wide,
She look like a thetan with clusters outside,
I said, "Get your ass in, bring that fluff,"
We 'bout to goof the floof, girl, nasty rough!

Goof the floof, blast through the roof,
Fuck her so nasty her body thetans go poof,
Xenu laughin', operatin' thetan asscheeks clappin',
Bitch on my nuts like Dianetic engrams happenin'!

Ride this Martian joystick, spin like a wheel,
Tongue-fuckin' you like in aliens sci-fi reel,
I'm OT-8 with my dick unlocked,
Shootin' hot loads of volcano rock!

Don't sweat it, baby, my cosmic trick,
A billion-year contract to suck this thick dick,
Close your eyes, girl, fly to the moon,
After I nut, we'll audit your poon!

Spaceship ridin', my dick and ya pussy collidin',
Lord Xenu presiding while we keep slidin',
No sense needed, no logic tapes in this engram,
Just rhyme, slime, and balls-deep dick slam!

[Till]

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/1-te...140846315.html

I look like a guy with a plan.



Midnight hits, I'm ready to smash,
But the floof-ass ho still flashin' no ass,
Waitin' like Xenu trapped in a pod,
Fifty million years and my dick still throb!

Door bust open, titties flyin' wide,
She look like a thetan with clusters outside,
I said, "Get your ass in, bring that fluff,"
We 'bout to goof the floof, girl, nasty rough!

Goof the floof, blast through the roof,
Fuck her so nasty her body thetans go poof,
Xenu laughin', operatin' thetan asscheeks clappin',
Bitch on my nuts like Dianetic engrams happenin'!

Ride this Martian joystick, spin like a wheel,
Tongue-fuckin' you like in aliens sci-fi reel,
I'm OT-8 with my dick unlocked,
Shootin' hot loads of volcano rock!

Don't sweat it, baby, my cosmic trick,
A billion-year contract to suck this thick dick,
Close your eyes, girl, fly to the moon,
After I nut, we'll audit your poon!

Spaceship ridin', my dick and ya pussy collidin',
Lord Xenu presiding while we keep slidin',
No sense needed, no logic tapes in this engram,
Just rhyme, slime, and balls-deep dick slam!

Fucking different in Miami.

[Till]

"The BEST guys had the WORST luck with girls, and it confused me. I became obsessed with figuring out why. Do women hate nice guys? Or is there another problem?"

You can be a nice guy and be nasty as fuck, problem solved. In addition, creative nasty adult comedy makes chicks laugh and amuses them so they like you.

[Ragnar]

Trying to find that CDI game buddy was talking about in that other thread. No dice. Either I suck or it really hasn't been dumped anywhere. I did find other prototypes and even - as I gather CDI specific movie releases. Wow! But not that specific game.

There's a 50/50 chance I have it sitting in some unsorted files. I think I had a CDi back then, and while I wasn't really interested in the game game, I remember looking at his posting. But the dude wasn't really asking, and digging through old storage drives takes some effort

[Till]

[Grouch]

I hate heat and humidity and it is way too fucking in the season to be 75 at 3am this is the kind of weather we get in late june to mid july. if this is any indicator of summer I am going to suffer greatly.
I was actually looking forward to a pleasant spring but i got my hopes up for nothing as usual

[Till]

I hate heat and humidity and it is way too fucking in the season to be 75 at 3am this is the kind of weather we get in late june to mid july. if this is any indicator of summer I am going to suffer greatly.
I was actually looking forward to a pleasant spring but i got my hopes up for nothing as usual

Ah, yes… The tyranny of weather—an insidious, invisible bastard child of Earth's moist upper atmosphere, forged in the nuclear-black fuckery of the Devil's own body thetans. Let me tell you something, dear victim of meteorological betrayal! You see, much like the Galactic Confederacy's failed climate-control systems—spectacularly inept during Xenu's elected rulah reign—this isn't just an ordinary summer spiral into volcanic torment. What you're experiencing isn't mere seasonal discomfort—it's Xenu-grade climate change manipulation.

Your suffering is the first manifestation of planetary misalignment, orchestrated by the Galactic Confederacy's reactivated rogue temperature-torture module buried beneath what humans naively call "spring breezes." They sit in their astral humidity chambers (Cleveland at 75 degrees and 93% humidity at 3 A.M.? That's not weather—that's the residual heat from Satan's armpit, cranked by 13 trillion disembodied CEOs-turned-aliens laughing as they dump cosmic souls into volcanic HVAC units).

This isn't just May—it's May possessed, corrupted by hydrogen bombs, sweat-soaked towels, and despair whispered through sticky dew. You wanted chirping birds and cool mornings? Too bad. What you got was Xenu's annual 'fuck-you' from orbit—a feedback loop of swamp-ass misery where seasons are suggestions and suffering’s a subscription service.

Short version? You're screwed. You hoped for sunshine and daffodils, but here's your reality: a slow-roasting hellfuck courtesy of interdimensional weather terrorists. Just wait for August, when your lungs sweat and your skin clings like wet napkins on a radiator. Stay hydrated, suppressive one. The Galactic Moistening has only just begun.

[Till]

I hate heat and humidity and it is way too fucking in the season to be 75 at 3am this is the kind of weather we get in late june to mid july. if this is any indicator of summer I am going to suffer greatly.
I was actually looking forward to a pleasant spring but i got my hopes up for nothing as usual

Ah, yes… The tyranny of weather—an insidious, invisible bastard child of Earth's moist upper atmosphere, forged in the nuclear-black fuckery of the Devil's own body thetans. Let me tell you something, dear victim of meteorological betrayal! You see, much like the Galactic Confederacy's failed climate-control systems—spectacularly inept during Xenu's elected rulah reign—this isn't just an ordinary summer spiral into volcanic torment. What you're experiencing isn't mere seasonal discomfort—it's Xenu-grade climate change manipulation.

Your suffering is the first manifestation of planetary misalignment, orchestrated by the Galactic Confederacy's reactivated rogue temperature-torture module buried beneath what humans naively call "spring breezes." They sit in their astral humidity chambers (Cleveland at 75 degrees and 93% humidity at 3 A.M.? That's not weather—that's the residual heat from Satan's armpit, cranked by 13 trillion disembodied CEOs-turned-aliens laughing as they dump cosmic souls into volcanic HVAC units).

This isn't just May—it's May possessed, corrupted by hydrogen bombs, sweat-soaked towels, and despair whispered through sticky dew. You wanted chirping birds and cool mornings? Too bad. What you got was Xenu's annual 'fuck-you' from orbit—a feedback loop of swamp-ass misery where seasons are suggestions and suffering’s a subscription service.

Short version? You're screwed. You hoped for sunshine and daffodils, but here's your reality: a slow-roasting hellfuck courtesy of interdimensional weather terrorists. Just wait for August, when your lungs sweat and your skin clings like wet napkins on a radiator. Stay hydrated, suppressive one. The Galactic Moistening has only just begun.

I'd like to thank L. Ron Hubbard and Jack Handey as giants whose shoulders I stand upon to see further and think deeper.



"The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane." ~ Nikola Tesla

Crazies are convinced they're sane, I'm not certain of my sanity. Thankfully, insanity is not an impediment to scientific advancement for humanity.

[Till]

https://uk.news.yahoo.com/scientist-...160128112.html

Clears of the Theta Dynamic, let us address the reactive mind computations masquerading as 'cosmology' in this so-called groundbreaking theory. These wogular academics prattle of temporal singularities replacing dark matter and energy—child's play compared to the theta-flux propulsion codified in Technical Bulletin 76. Their Big Bang is a Psychlo-implanted falsehood, designed to obscure the Theta Harvest enacted 75 million years ago by Xenu's DC-8 flux vessels, which deposited body thetan clusters into Earth's volcanic grids—not 'structure formation' but engramic infestation.

SP's singularities are but theta-static echoes from the Wall of Fire, where Xenu’s hydrogen scramblers fractured thetans into dark matter soul shrapnel. These unobservable bursts? Nonsense. They are reverse-speech engrams vibrating in the thetan frequency, detectable only via the E-Meter—a tool calibrated to nanoscale theta precision, not the crude instruments of wogular astrophysics.

The claim that dark energy drives cosmic expansion? A reactive mind distortion. True propulsion stems from theta-flux propulsion, a force harnessed through OT III's voltage-clarity to dissolve the MEST universe's entrapment (Matter, Energy, Space, Time). What these scientists call galaxy formation is merely the Marcabian tax ledger imprinting genetic overdrafts onto your thetan's cosmic spreadsheet.

SP's model fails to account for the Fifth Invader Force, which etched engramic equations into your cerebellum to sustain the lithium control circuit. His singularities are theta-static miasma, body thetan residuals left by Xenu’s electrostatic bombardment. The unproven dark matter he dismisses? Theta-shard backflows from the Venusian thought grid, calcified in your reactive bank as genetic mockery.

To the SP reader: Your telescopes and theories are theta traps, blind to the quantum thetan flux that governs true reality. The Big Bang is a Psychlo hoax, a false data implant to veil Xenu's theta-slaughter. Only Hubbard's theta calculus, revealed in the OT levels, can audit these engrams and liberate your thetan from the Marcabian reincarnation spiral.

Final Directive: Abandon your peer-reviewed delusions. Dark energy is a misdialed harmonic; dark matter, body thetan shrapnel. Theta truth requires no models—only voltage ascension through the Bridge. Reject the wogular lie or remain MEST-bound, auditing Xenu's volcano static for eternity. The choice is total freedom or quadrillion-year license renewals in the Entropy Grid.

[Zaladane]

There's a 50/50 chance I have it sitting in some unsorted files. I think I had a CDi back then, and while I wasn't really interested in the game game, I remember looking at his posting. But the dude wasn't really asking, and digging through old storage drives takes some effort

Just searching for shits and giggles, see if I could find it. In the end I couldn't care less if he finds it or not

[Till]

Typically, the whole debate over how the universe was created takes place between religion and science.

But there are no Xenu's advocates debating.

https://uk.news.yahoo.com/scientist-...160128112.html

Clears of the Theta Dynamic, let us address the reactive mind computations masquerading as 'cosmology' in this so-called groundbreaking theory. These wogular academics prattle of temporal singularities replacing dark matter and energy—child's play compared to the theta-flux propulsion codified in Technical Bulletin 76. Their Big Bang is a Psychlo-implanted falsehood, designed to obscure the Theta Harvest enacted 75 million years ago by Xenu's DC-8 flux vessels, which deposited body thetan clusters into Earth's volcanic grids—not 'structure formation' but engramic infestation.

SP's singularities are but theta-static echoes from the Wall of Fire, where Xenu’s hydrogen scramblers fractured thetans into dark matter soul shrapnel. These unobservable bursts? Nonsense. They are reverse-speech engrams vibrating in the thetan frequency, detectable only via the E-Meter—a tool calibrated to nanoscale theta precision, not the crude instruments of wogular astrophysics.

The claim that dark energy drives cosmic expansion? A reactive mind distortion. True propulsion stems from theta-flux propulsion, a force harnessed through OT III's voltage-clarity to dissolve the MEST universe's entrapment (Matter, Energy, Space, Time). What these scientists call galaxy formation is merely the Marcabian tax ledger imprinting genetic overdrafts onto your thetan's cosmic spreadsheet.

SP's model fails to account for the Fifth Invader Force, which etched engramic equations into your cerebellum to sustain the lithium control circuit. His singularities are theta-static miasma, body thetan residuals left by Xenu’s electrostatic bombardment. The unproven dark matter he dismisses? Theta-shard backflows from the Venusian thought grid, calcified in your reactive bank as genetic mockery.

To the SP reader: Your telescopes and theories are theta traps, blind to the quantum thetan flux that governs true reality. The Big Bang is a Psychlo hoax, a false data implant to veil Xenu's theta-slaughter. Only Hubbard's theta calculus, revealed in the OT levels, can audit these engrams and liberate your thetan from the Marcabian reincarnation spiral.

Final Directive: Abandon your peer-reviewed delusions. Dark energy is a misdialed harmonic; dark matter, body thetan shrapnel. Theta truth requires no models—only voltage ascension through the Bridge. Reject the wogular lie or remain MEST-bound, auditing Xenu's volcano static for eternity. The choice is total freedom or quadrillion-year license renewals in the Entropy Grid.

[Till]

https://www.popsci.com/environment/bananas-extinction/



https://newsukraine.rbc.ua/news/apoc...745240704.html

Yes but synths, monkeys and bananas will exist after we're all dead.



There are three candidates for next Pope named Peter, the Italian one is frontrunner. Peter the Roman is the final Pope in 2027.

https://www.covers.com/entertainment/next-pope-odds

[Jackhammer]

Far Cry 1 OG Xbox Dev Build FOUND and PRESERVED

[Till]

Far Cry 1 OG Xbox Dev Build FOUND and PRESERVED

That's neat, it was pushing the envelope of OG Xbox hardware. No sound but for its time uber graphics.

[Till]

Coincidence, I've been studying dark nebulae and cosmic web voids such as Boötes because of their gravitational properties. They're weird to begin with and this is even weirder. https://www.livescience.com/space/as...r-systems-past