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Got great hand-eye coordination? Here's the place to show it off. You can also upload your work (images, audio, and video) and view our fan art gallery (currently defunct, bug forum management to fix it).
This is also the forum for all of you blossoming Camus' to exercise your brain power by writing and posting fan fiction.
nice picture... I don't hate you.... I think everyone should be different to make things intresting... hell this world would suck if we are all just freaken clones
There are no 'knowns'. There are thing we know that we know. There are known unknowns. That is to say there are things that we now know we don't know. But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we don't know we don't know. So when we do the best we can and we pull all this information together, and we then say well that's basically what we see as the situation, that is really only the known knowns and the known unknowns. And each year, we discover a few more of those unknown unknowns.
Like the pic. Kind of a younger Clint Eastwood-with-haunted-soul vibe going there. Or a Dirty-Harry-of-the-Wastes riff. Not so sure I dig the lame ass threats accompanying it. Reads like you've been taking "How to smack talk and fail miserably" lessons from Johnny Matrix. You have us worried. Is everything alright between you and Spazmo's grandmother?
yeah, its fine. I had this wierd dream last night, i was in paris and ate a family dinner in a restourante - suddently all the meat is gone, and we ask the waitor to get us some delicious stakes, what he do is he takes out a giant knife, and slices of the meat from an old ladys face and puts it on my plate. i eat it and want to puke, but the salty and yellow-isch meat wont allow itself to be trowned up.
Im 53 Alex.
I like my women as i like my whiskey. Twelve years old and mixed up with coke.