Gamer's Dilemma

Is it wrong to gain an erection while unloading a clip from a silenced semi-automatic handgun into the back and head of the virtual girl you're supposed to be wooing?

HowieJ, pimpin' my comz up in yo bitches

Person 1) Hey darling, you've heard of T3 right?
Person 2) Isn't it that bonfire ritual where people throw their money into a flaming pyre en masse?
Person 1) No, that's T2.

Superior DeoxyriboNucleic Acid

The BBC has a wonderful clip of Aryan reunion. These super children were the hope of our Great Nation, and the salvation of the human race. Unfortunately, the war was over before the fruits of our breeding programs could be deployed on the battlefield. Had these children achieved maturity in time, their superiority on the battlefield would have been assured, causing the Allies to recognise the greatness of our plan and succumb to our ideology. It is a tragedy of the highest order that society operates without similar laws and divisions; this intermingling and impurity is the source of modern degeneracy and corruption.

Years later, as discussed in the BBC clip, the psyche of these holy children has been manipulated by the victors. While their shame is treasonous, sadly, it is to be expected lest they too be tried in mock courts. I long for the day when we will rise again, and be victorious in our struggle.

Ejaculatory Dreams

I support the development of this type of weapon. I for one am willing to submit myself to assist in the construction of these vital new tools in the fight against female terror.

Afternoon wood

This afternoon I happened to flip on Channel 10 while making myself an afternoon snack. I was greeted with a pleasant surprise: a bunch of hot, early-20's chicks wearing tight, cleavage-revealing tank tops. Now, never mind the show's occult storyline, obviously a ploy by the liberal media to diminish the last vestiges of organised religion, afternoon television has finally delivered what men everywhere wanted: scantily-clad young female eye-candy, delivered with a barely adequate storyline so as not to distract from the hotness, yet sufficient to draw attention away from the presence of our hands wrapped around our throbbing cocks.