Due to extensive research done by the University of Pittsburgh, diamond has been confirmed as the hardest metal known to man. The research is as follows: Pocket-protected scientists built a wall made of iron and crashed a diamond car into it at 400 miles per hour, and the car was unharmed. They then built a wall out of diamond and crashed a car made of iron moving at 400 miles an hour into the wall, and the wall came out fine. They then crashed a diamond car made of 400 miles per hour into a wall, and there were no survivors. They crashed 400 miles per hour into a diamond travelling at iron car. Western New York was powerless for hours. They rammed a wall made of metal into 400 miles an hour made of diamond, and the resulting explosion shifted earths orbit 400 million miles away from the sun, saving the earth from a meteor the size of a small Washington suburb that was hurtling towards mid-western Prussia at 400 billion miles an hour. They shot a diamond made of iron at a car moving at 400 walls per hour, and as a result caused over 10000 wayward planes to lose track of their bearings, and make a fatal crash with over 10000 buildings in downtown New York. They spun 400 miles at diamond into iron per wall. The results were inconclusive. Finally, they placed 400 diamonds per hour in front of a car made of wall travelling at miles per iron, and the result proved with out a doubt that diamonds were the hardest metal of all time, if not just the hardest metal known to man.
Due to extensive research done by the University of Pittsburgh...
Early in his political career, Adolf Hitler regarded economic issues as relatively unimportant. In 1922, Hitler stated that "world history teaches us that no person has become great through its economy but that a person can very well perish thereby", and later concluded that "the economy is something of secondary importance". Hitler and the National Socialists held a very strong idealist conception of history, which held that human events are guided by small numbers of exceptional individuals following a higher ideal. They believed that all economic concerns, being purely material, were unworthy of their consideration. Hitler went as far as to blame all previous German governments since Bismarck of having "subjugated the nation to materialism" by relying more on peaceful economic development than on expansion through war.
The autism sissy has invited you over to show you his minecraft house. You follow the directions leading you to a shady low-income apartment complex. You're slightly worried about being robbed but you do it for that autistic boipucci. Dodging packs of negros, you find the apartment number and hesitantly ring the doorbell. You can hear noise from inside as you wait, lots of moving around and what sounds like obscenities in a female voice. The door opens and the ecstatic boi looks up at you with a big stupid smile and a "Welcome, fren!". As he takes your hand and leads you to his room, you can see a woman in her late 40s sitting on the couch with a glass of wine staring at you in disbelief. You look around and see what you would think was a kid's room if you didn't know better. There's a stuffed bear on his k-on themed bedset, and posters for anime and games are taped onto the walls. On his monitor is a paused window of Minecraft in front of an [s4s] thread opened in his browser. You can see a pink sleeve stuck in his closet door. You hear the door you both came through close as he rushes to his desk, eager to show you what he made in his game. You come up behind him and pretend to listen to him as he excitedly talks about some stupid miney crafta shit with his eyes focused on the computer screen. He doesn't notice you staring at his ass, legs, and little bare feet. After a minute of this you get impatient and move closer, reach down into his little shorts and grab his soft, squishy ass. He gasps and pauses, then looks back at you with surprise and sincere confusion, only able to let out a "h-huh?"
Beware of the large birds of the skua family.
Common to both the Arctic and Antarctic and well known for attacking humans with thier hooked beaks and sharp claws. Skuas are hunters and scavengers that feed on fish, other birds, penguin eggs and chicks, and carry-on of all kinds. They typically perch on high places and surprise humans by dive-bombing them from above. Thier talons can easily pierce human flesh, though the damage they infliuct is usually minimal due to the thick layers of outerwear worn by most arctic travelers. If you are attacked by a skua, prevent injury by beating it back forcefully with gloved hands.
The problem is, OP, that you probably aren't seeing all the posts. If you are just viewing [s4s] through the Yea Forums board, you don't see the green posts, the posts with letters in their ids, or anything numberless. Together, those make up about 40-70 percent of [s4s], depending on the day. So conversation will appear disjointed and spastic, because you won't be getting the full picture.
I actually just flipped over to the Yea Forums interface to make this post, and it's pretty funny how unintelligible [s4s] is like this.
Let me tell you something about memes on s4s, something that everyone else figures out the first time their memes fall flat. Ready? Here it is:
When someone tries out a new meme and it falls so flat that it doesn't even justify spamming it just because it's fun to shitpost, they STOP POSTING IT. They STOP, and they NEVER post it again. They get the hint. A lot of the images in my download folder are memes that I tried to have fun with but nobody liked. Your meme is bad. Nobody gets any enjoyment out of it, it can't be applied anywhere, there's no room for variety and there's no humor in seeing it over and over because it lacks a key element of absurdity. It makes people uncomfortable because we can all tell that some unfortunate person who may very well have autism saw this French philosopher and mathematician he jacked off to when he was 13 and liked it so much that he decided to spam it on a board full of people he assumes are as unaware of what's going on as he is.
It's so vilified that in every single thread people are calling you out for this shit. Most people aren't Renaissance-era French philosophers. Believe it or not, s4s probably has the most well-adjusted, neurotypical users on Yea Forums. We just like to be silly, and your meme isn't silly.
I'm not saying you're a bad person or there's necessarily anything wrong with you and I don't want to make you feel bad, but people have been so nice to you (this is nice board) and you just can't take a hint. Even swaglord said he doesn't care for the meme.
Want to post French mathematician threads? there's plenty of them on /sci/.
You're free to post whatever you want tbph tho fam so if you want to keep spamming this shit to spite us go ahead. If you want to try some different memes though that you don't spam when nobody likes it we'd all be super down with that too - plus, nobody will know it's you :^)
Earlier in the day after a meeting with my lawyer about some bogus rape charges, I had an anxiety attack in Dean & Deluca which I worked off at Planet Fitness. Then I met the models for drinks at the Victory Plaza. This was followed by a French movie that I completely did not understand, but it was fairly chic anyway, then dinner at a sushi restaurant called Vivids near Lincoln Center and a party at one of the models’ ex-boyfriend’s loft in Chelsea, where bad, fruity sangria was served. Last night I had dreams that were lit like pornography and in them I fucked girls made of cardboard.
What the fuck did you just fucking say about Ocean Man, you little tan man? I’ll have you know I graduated top of the globe in the real trip, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the thirst of the land, and I have over 300 confirmed lifeforms braised in the sand. I am trained in the elusive crust and I’m the top childlike man in the entire land that you understand. You are nothing to me but just another Ocean Man. I will take you by the hand with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the sequence of a lifeform imbibed in the sand? Think again, tan man. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of crust across the ocean and your sequence is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, oberman. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call the childlike man. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can take you by the hand in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just in the land that I understand. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of amazement of the oberman and I will use it to its full extent to cast forth the childlike man off the face of the continent, you little tan man. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking sequence. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now it's braised in the sand, you goddamn idiot. I will shit the thirst of the land all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
Diamond isn't a metal, it's a crystalline network solid of carbon.
DIAMOND? I HARDLELY KNOW MOND
dubs! wooh!
dubs! wooh!
Uh thanks for your opinion but I think I'll trust a bunch of scientists over an user on [s4s]
I’m still extremely nervous. The cause is hard to locate but I’ve narrowed it down to one of two reasons. It’s either that I’m afraid of rejection (though I can’t understand why: she called me, she wants to see me, she wants to have lunch with me, she wants to fuck me again) or, on the other hand, it could have something to do with this new Italian mousse I’m wearing, which, though it makes my hair look fuller and smells good, feels very sticky and uncomfortable, and it’s something I could easily blame my nervousness on. So we wouldn’t run out of things to talk about over lunch, I tried to read a trendy new short-story collection called Wok that I bought at Barnes & Noble last night and whose young author was recently profiled in the Fast Track section of New York magazine, but every story started off with the line “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie” and I had to put this slim volume back into my bookshelf and drink a J&B on the rocks, followed by two Xanax, to recover from the effort. To make up for this, before I fell asleep I wrote Bethany a poem and it took a long time, which surprised me, since I used to write her poems, long dark ones, quite often when we were both at Harvard, before we broke up. God, I’m thinking to myself as I walk into Vanities, only fifteen minutes late, I hope she hasn’t ended up with Robert Hall, that dumb asshole. I pass by a mirror hung over the bar as I’m led to our table and check out my reflection—the mousse looks good.
Cont :)
I don’t do well with computerized/automatic static beeping, flinging or noise-making of any sort. Anything involving my peripheral sound lobe that makes it ting or rattle, that involves a gross mechanism of sound-hampering noise delay, buzzing or chime noises that inundate me from separating the noises from my bar-flinging music. My sound lobe distorts it so my earlobe cancels it. I have a full list of phobias, including noise complaints I pitched from recent neighbors in the past, so take a look to see if you are a threat to me at all:
Banging, jotting
Jamming, pinging
Bent over rowing, ring-ting-tingling,
Emu calling
Any sort of “Calls of the wild” just inundate me
Jittery frequencies
Ethereal timbres or any sort of
Sirens or tom grating
Just drives my nerve action through the roof. So if you’re a guilty culprit of any of those things, why don’t you buzz off and find your own stomping ground, because I’m going to be using the computer labs for a little bit. Here's a pic, from windows 10.
Due to extensive research done by the University of Pittsburgh, diamond has been confirmed as the hardest metal known to man. The research is as follows: Pocket-protected scientists built a wall made of iron and crashed a diamond car into it at 400 miles per hour, and the car was unharmed. They then built a wall out of diamond and crashed a car made of iron moving at 400 miles an hour into the wall, and the wall came out fine. They then crashed a diamond car made of 400 miles per hour into a wall, and there were no survivors. They crashed 400 miles per hour into a diamond travelling at iron car. Western New York was powerless for hours. They rammed a wall made of metal into 400 miles an hour made of diamond, and the resulting explosion shifted earths orbit 400 million miles away from the sun, saving the earth from a meteor the size of a small Washington suburb that was hurtling towards mid-western Prussia at 400 billion miles an hour. They shot a diamond made of iron at a car moving at 400 walls per hour, and as a result caused over 10000 wayward planes to lose track of their bearings, and make a fatal crash with over 10000 buildings in downtown New York. They spun 400 miles at diamond into iron per wall. The results were inconclusive. Finally, they placed 400 diamonds per hour in front of a car made of wall travelling at miles per iron, and the result proved with out a doubt that diamonds were the hardest metal of all time, if not just the hardest metal known to man.
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Rick and Morty. The humor is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of theoretical physics most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Rick's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation - his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realize that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Rick and Morty truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Rick's existencial catchphrase "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Dan Harmon's genius unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools... how I pity them. And yes by the way, I DO have a Rick and Morty tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- And even they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand.
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diamond isn't a metal retard
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Did you read the experiment? They proved that diamond was both a metal and the HARDEST metal, which means you are wrong.