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"Have I ever insulted someone (personally)?" No. Because you can't afford to. You don't write, you don't advise, you don't make people laugh, you take random phrases from comments and build reasoning around them. You're useless. So, even if you were to offend, they would ban you. Idiot! :D
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Check out "Danny The Dog." The movie is so bad it’s almost painful to watch, yet it has a soundtrack. I'm not saying it’s magnificent (because only Morricone can be magnificent), but at least it has a soundtrack.
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<< and being Ronaldo. >> Because one day, Ronaldo woke up and he was Ronaldo. << The Miraggio playground has nothing to do with it. >> Ronaldo learned to play football by dribbling in a Bank, because his account was already sky-high. << You teach me that women love culture; some other women love money. >> And all of them love men who are at least confident in their means. Competitive sports are one of the things that teach children self-confidence the most. We’re still laughing in threes, and you’re all alone getting yourself off. These are concrete proofs; we human beings get along, and you, great cultured one, are mocked.
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<< you argue so much that you spend your time fighting on the internet. >> No no, wait. You have to emphasize that he argues on a MUSIC site and he DOESN'T LISTEN TO IT.
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<< but Knowledge is an incredible thing, with girls you can have a thousand conversations, you can understand them, you can go beyond... but the ball, you know what you can do with it? >> Now, take Google, and look up ALL the Wives of great men of culture. Then, just check out the "alleged flings" of Cristiano Ronaldo.
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"Who is the idiot?" Obviously, you. You were so alone that you had time to read Asimov's Foundation, so you were the class loser. No one invited you to parties, you didn't go to soccer school (or any other sports school), you didn't play doctor with the neighbor's daughter. You were the one I stole snacks from: let's be honest. Coming out these days looks cool.
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He forgotten Philip K. Dick. In second grade, I read A Scanner Darkly, it was given to me by the doctor who was giving me methadone at the Ser.T. It was a huge hit among all the kids.
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Is Asimov someone you read in elementary school now? And Wilbur Smith? You really have crap in your brain. You're as stupid as... I don’t know, you're beyond that.
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<< spectacular soundtrack by Trent Reznor >> Nice rhythm, too bad about the shitty sounds. He, who saw the light in the 80s, in 2010 copies the crap he buried with a burp 20 years ago, or copies himself while self-sabotaging. "On We March" (from this shitty movie) is a glaring example: take the worst of The Wretched (i.e., the piano), remove the best, slow down the tempo: you have a new song. Similar but much shittier, and since it's similar, even shittier by principle. You sell a millionth of what "Things Fall Apart" sold (not to mention other Halo games that sold more), yet you're okay with that. Everyone softens to sell, he softened to disappear into nothingness. He claimed to have come to his senses, but for me, he’s now in a really bad place. Like, really bad. There’s a piece in here with Game Boy sounds, stuff that makes you want to go to his house and put dirty toilet paper on the car handles. The movie, anyway, is the usual pointless sequence of scenes that there are millions of, and millions more will come. Unfortunately.
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I remember the super-fantasy books for kids, in the 80s there were "Conan-like," "Star Wars-like," and of course tons of Tolkien-like. I recall a bunch of beautiful covers (so metal), but I never read any of them nor do I know anyone who did. We all admired those gorgeous, metal covers. I had a ton of ultra-cultural books at home, never read. I had a lot of mainstream junk at home, and I only read Follett, but between middle school and high school, because in elementary school I didn't care much about the people who were having sex and stealing. I’m part of the BB'S B'G (bìbìssbììgìì), BartleBoom's Books Generation. Reading was for losers. Bibis Bi Gì, I’ll tattoo it on my knee, so this horror doesn’t happen again.