Has cancel culture gone too far?
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He's been Cainceled.
Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
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The fuck does DNI means? All the search engines are confused about it.
Do Not Inseminate
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The fuck does DNI means? All the search engines are confused about it.
Documento nacional de identidad. It's The Spanish ID
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I don't believe this, what's the source?
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He's been Cainceled.
Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
God put a downvote on his forehead and now he is cursed to wander the earth
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Calling Cain Abelist is some funny shit.
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I don't believe this, what's the source?
My favorite version is from a book with a talking gorilla. Although if you prefer talking asses, you can find it in another book too.
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He's been Cainceled.
Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
Alright, I'll fight you. Raising Cane's has mid chicken and weak fries. The only thing worth going to RCs for is the sauce.
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This is some bullshit, Cain was asked BY A GOD to kill (sacrifice) the thing he loved the most, he did it. Sure maybe you say it was jealousy but maybe it was love. It was the thing he was most proud of. God (this one says hes all knowing) knew this would happen yet people are down here blaming Cain.
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This is some bullshit, Cain was asked BY A GOD to kill (sacrifice) the thing he loved the most, he did it. Sure maybe you say it was jealousy but maybe it was love. It was the thing he was most proud of. God (this one says hes all knowing) knew this would happen yet people are down here blaming Cain.
What version of the Bible did you get that from? Cain killed Abel out of jealousy, nobody asked him to sacrifice anything other than the occasional farm animal.
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Kane > Cain
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David Cross as Cain: "I DIDN'T KILL MY BROTHER!"
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This is some bullshit, Cain was asked BY A GOD to kill (sacrifice) the thing he loved the most, he did it. Sure maybe you say it was jealousy but maybe it was love. It was the thing he was most proud of. God (this one says hes all knowing) knew this would happen yet people are down here blaming Cain.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Uh... No? They were both tasked with offering a sacrifice and while Abel sacrificed his best bull, Cain just burned some twigs or something. God gave Abel his favor, which infuriated Cain so he killed Abel.
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The fuck does DNI means? All the search engines are confused about it.
Direct Neural Interface
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He's been Cainceled.
Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
wrote last edited by [email protected]Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
Heard this for years. They finally opened one near me and I tried it. It's not terrible, but it's also not great. It's perfectly just okay, but also kind of expensive.
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Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
Heard this for years. They finally opened one near me and I tried it. It's not terrible, but it's also not great. It's perfectly just okay, but also kind of expensive.
Perfect summary
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He's been Cainceled.
Unrelated: Raising Cane's is the best restaurant fight me.
Raising Canes should be a strip club name
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My favorite version is from a book with a talking gorilla. Although if you prefer talking asses, you can find it in another book too.
wrote last edited by [email protected]The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk
By William S. Burroughs
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called āThe Better āOleā that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, āOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?ā
āNah I had to go relieve myself.ā
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: āItās you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.ā
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoleās tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneous except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldnāt do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnāt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabās eyes on the end of a stalk.
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The Man Who Taught His Asshole to Talk
By William S. Burroughs
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down you dig farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard.
This ass talk had sort of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well this talking hit you right down there, a bubbly, thick stagnant sound, a sound you could smell.
This man worked for a carnival you dig, and to start with it was like a novelty ventriliquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called āThe Better āOleā that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it but it was clever. Like, āOh I say, are you still down there, old thing?ā
āNah I had to go relieve myself.ā
After a while the ass start talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy in-curving hooks and started eating. He thought this was cute at first and built an act around it, but the asshole would eat its way through his pants and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags nobody loved it and it wanted to be kissed same as any other mouth. Finally it talked all the time day and night, you could hear him for blocks screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it, but nothing did any good and the asshole said to him: āItās you who will shut up in the end. Not me. Because we dont need you around here any more. I can talk and eat and shit.ā
After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpoleās tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call un-D.T., Undifferentiated Tissue, which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly and grow there, grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell. So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneous except for the eyes you dig. Thats one thing the asshole couldnāt do was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophied so the brain couldnāt give orders any more. It was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For a while you could see the silent, helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crabās eyes on the end of a stalk.
wrote last edited by [email protected]I checked out Naked Lunch from my high schools library when I was a junior. Read the entire thing. Not big on controlling what kids read, but someone probably should have said somethingā¦ was weird to read about post hanging erections. Even weirder when it showed up when I read Ulysses that year too.
