Olé Me Americanos XV: chào buổi chiều

Et ils sont bon ?

oui

Et tu bois quelque chose avec ?

al_Tanner en pleine tentative de drague.

Lol, mais je m'ennuis car j'attend une réponse sur mon topic alors, je passe le temps comme je peux.

Ablationer a écrit:

je mange des corn pops

hihihihii ut té tronpé

Non, mais in english, on dit tout a l'envers.

Sekigo Le Magnifique a écrit:

Dieu t'a fait pipi dessus.
Good Game !

non c le papa noël

@Al_tanner :

Hey, ce genre de blague avec le feu en ce moment, ne me fait pas du tout rire.

c'était pas une tentative d'humour
maintenant tu sors, et vite.

nicoulas a écrit:

Ablationer a écrit:

je mange des corn pops

hihihihii ut té tronpé

...

Tu as acheté ca pour avoir la torche Indiana Jones ?

Sauf que :

ce topic devient de plus en plus pathétique...

ou ptete bien que c'est toi

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Wow super tout le CBNA est en train de se caler en invisible sur le forum >_>
On en est à 5, et jvois toujours pas l'intérêt.

c'est quoi eninvisible? ça smange?

put1 de soirée de merdre, je dormirai pas avant 2h

al_tanner a écrit:

Hey, ce genre de blague avec le feu en ce moment, ne me fait pas du tout rire.

Ou ça du feu ?

d'ailleurs, al_tanner est surement le gars le plus mal placé pour parler de l'humour.

Ablationer a écrit:

je mange des corn pops

awesome, faut absolument que je me rachète de ça.

oui

Omg shm n'a pas caché ses sources!

Winston shrank back upon the bed. Whatever he said, the swift answer
crushed him like a bludgeon. And yet he knew, he KNEW, that he was in the
right. The belief that nothing exists outside your own mind--surely there
must be some way of demonstrating that it was false? Had it not been
exposed long ago as a fallacy? There was even a name for it, which he
had forgotten. A faint smile twitched the corners of O'Brien's mouth as
he looked down at him.

'I told you, Winston,' he said, 'that metaphysics is not your strong
point. The word you are trying to think of is solipsism. But you are
mistaken. This is not solipsism. Collective solipsism, if you like. But
that is a different thing: in fact, the opposite thing. All this is a
digression,' he added in a different tone. 'The real power, the power we
have to fight for night and day, is not power over things, but over men.'
He paused, and for a moment assumed again his air of a schoolmaster
questioning a promising pupil: 'How does one man assert his power over
another, Winston?'

Winston thought. 'By making him suffer,' he said.

'Exactly. By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is
suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his
own? Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing
human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of
your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are
creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that
the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a
world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not
less but MORE merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will
be progress towards more pain. The old civilizations claimed that they
were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world
there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement.
Everything else we shall destroy--everything. Already we are breaking down
the habits of thought which have survived from before the Revolution. We
have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and
between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend
any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends.
Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from
a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual
formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm.
Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except
loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of
Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over
a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When
we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be
no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity,
no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be
destroyed. But always--do not forget this, Winston--always there will be
the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing
subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory,
the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a
picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face--for ever.'

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