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[hops]

Oh, right, their god is probably the stock market, which demands ever-increasing growth.

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[LordBaal]

Oh, right, their god is probably the stock market, which demands ever-increasing growth.

Profits for the profit god! Stocks for the stocks throne!

[BlackFlyme]

And now the site buggered my payment. I somehow paid my bills twice. And had to deal with pop-ups and attempted redirects to "business partners".

On the bright side, I owe a negative amount.

[Truean]

http://www.indystar.com/story/entertainment/2015/08/13/sesame-street-moving-hbo/31627391/

That just... what? You know what, I'm sorry, but these budget cuts have gone too far when Sesame Street has to seek outside funding like this. Thankfully they still get aired on PBS, after a 9 month window or so, but still. It's the single most successful educational show in history and has united everyone with a common experience across all lines.

Come on, please tell me we can afford a puppet show, and the best damn one there ever was too. HBO has been out of the kid's entertainment business for years and there was a reason for that. Now Big Bird is on the same network as The Wire, and Game of Thrones.

....

One of these things just doesn't belong here....

[Flying Dice]

Oh, right, their god is probably the stock market, which demands ever-increasing growth.

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Are those unexpected excess dividends in your pants or are you just happy to see me?

[Loud Whispers]

Mentioned I partake in the spice to a newly met Asian; we 5 set off to indulge in the spice. My credentials as a spice partaker were heavily on the line. He spoke in Urdu to the doner kebab chef, the words 'very very very very extra spicy' were muttered amidst a string of untranslateable curses. A fiver was exchanged, one twenty returned. A sprite in hand and banter in the land I awaited spice. We talked of many things, showing off injuries and making many philosophical inquiries upon the nature of cow and bull milk. The spice arrived, greasy chips and asbestos-red doner kebab looking innocent enough to my nose. To my right, a chicken tikka masala had arrived alongside my spice; the orange flooded the plate like the river ganges in monsoon season, the brave man eating it maintained it was fucking delicious. By the time this observation was made I had downed the salt tinged chips and three pieces of lamb. It was not spicy. Emboldened I wolfed down piece after piece over good converse on the cheap lighting and dingy flooring; on the wall a poster declaring that the ignorant never listened to Allah even though reckoning was close. More lamb found its way in my gullet, and it was horrendously delicious. Finally the critical mass was hit and I felt the Vietnam war spice my palette. For a brief moment physical functions ceased and animal instincts kicked in, physically forcing me to hesitate in my consumption of this caustic poison... Delicious poison. On my face no hint of spice betrayed the battle of wills going on within, my credentials as spice man ting rested on filling my hunger with this inglorious kebab.
Then suddenly there was only silence. The great inferno was gone. I took advantage of this nirvanan spice victory and devoured the last lamb, briefly alternating with the chicken to recover. Crafty deployment of chocolate orange and ketchup was utilized to speed recovery for the final assault. When at last I had finished I was fulfilled, but so cold. Goodbyes were made and we set off on four cardinal directions with the spirits of the damned dynsenterious casualties of the lands from Portugal to Malaysia within. Definitely in my top 10 for most spicy spice I have had. Considered a proposition from one of my older Asian friends for a can't handle the spice but cautioned him; there would be no winners in our battles of spice, only death.

[Aseaheru]

Dear lord thats awesome.


 Meanwhile, after a day of next to noone ordering popcorn, noless than three separate groups each requested noless than three gallons of popcorn.

 Also, how bad does a movie have to be to not be shown?

[Orange Wizard]

Pretty sure "bad" is immaterial. The real deciding factor is popularity. I mean, look at how many people watched Fifty Shades of Gay, or whatever mindless action blockbuster is showing this season.

[hops]

Fifty Shades of Gay is a real book that should have been the one that was made into a film.

[Orange Wizard]

It was also a typo, but I too want to see it as a movie.

[Amperzand]

Would that be some kind of polyethnic homosexual rom-com, perhaps?

Yeah, the lowest common denominator sells, and well. It's amazing how many genuinely good stories are borderline unknown.

[LordBaal]

Mentioned I partake in the spice to a newly met Asian; we 5 set off to indulge in the spice. My credentials as a spice partaker were heavily on the line. He spoke in Urdu to the doner kebab chef, the words 'very very very very extra spicy' were muttered amidst a string of untranslateable curses. A fiver was exchanged, one twenty returned. A sprite in hand and banter in the land I awaited spice. We talked of many things, showing off injuries and making many philosophical inquiries upon the nature of cow and bull milk. The spice arrived, greasy chips and asbestos-red doner kebab looking innocent enough to my nose. To my right, a chicken tikka masala had arrived alongside my spice; the orange flooded the plate like the river ganges in monsoon season, the brave man eating it maintained it was fucking delicious. By the time this observation was made I had downed the salt tinged chips and three pieces of lamb. It was not spicy. Emboldened I wolfed down piece after piece over good converse on the cheap lighting and dingy flooring; on the wall a poster declaring that the ignorant never listened to Allah even though reckoning was close. More lamb found its way in my gullet, and it was horrendously delicious. Finally the critical mass was hit and I felt the Vietnam war spice my palette. For a brief moment physical functions ceased and animal instincts kicked in, physically forcing me to hesitate in my consumption of this caustic poison... Delicious poison. On my face no hint of spice betrayed the battle of wills going on within, my credentials as spice man ting rested on filling my hunger with this inglorious kebab.
Then suddenly there was only silence. The great inferno was gone. I took advantage of this nirvanan spice victory and devoured the last lamb, briefly alternating with the chicken to recover. Crafty deployment of chocolate orange and ketchup was utilized to speed recovery for the final assault. When at last I had finished I was fulfilled, but so cold. Goodbyes were made and we set off on four cardinal directions with the spirits of the damned dynsenterious casualties of the lands from Portugal to Malaysia within. Definitely in my top 10 for most spicy spice I have had. Considered a proposition from one of my older Asian friends for a can't handle the spice but cautioned him; there would be no winners in our battles of spice, only death.

The... spice... must... flow...

[SirQuiamus]

*snip*

HAHAHAHA, prepare yourself, infidel, your guts have been enriched and a storm of fire and brimstone is coming... THE WRATH OF ALLAH SHALL ERUPT FROM YOUR ARSE LIKE AN ENDLESS FLOW OF MAGMAAAAAAAA

[Orange Wizard]

Would that be some kind of polyethnic homosexual rom-com, perhaps?

GET ON IT, HOLLYWOOD

[Amperzand]

Would that be some kind of polyethnic homosexual rom-com, perhaps?

GET ON IT, HOLLYWOOD

Nah, they don't have enough foreign actors. They'd probably just end up putting stereotypical makeup on twenty different cuts of Brad Pitt and George Cluny.