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and you caused Marsellus' wife to OD and got shot coming out the shitter :eek:

really, they should use it, expand their INTPness, and try taking different approaches. my favorite approach is coming from behind and surprising people, even though putting right there in their face can be affective, too. once you get the INTPness going, theres no telling where you might find...

how so?

"Do they speak english in What?" dibs on Jules.

a lot of angry customers, too. for some reason, people keep thinking they'll enlarge their penises. i have no idea where they're getting that idea.

i usually attribute a sore butt to too many INTPness' bombarding me all the time.

we should just start our own school. or become education lobbyists.

the funniest part is that some of it is true :o

i only ever cut myself once. but i found painkillers and eventually alcohol do a better job of numbing the internal pain for me. i wish i could talk about it in past tense like many of you, but unfortunately its still a work in progress. anyway, i'm sure my talking about it is getting old, so...

at 23 i'd say my Ne is often out of control, but that might have to do with my mind numbing job. my head is so far in the clouds, imagining all these different things i want to do, contemplating theories, having discussions with myself in my head (but maybe i'm just crazy) and thinking about the...

violence, even in real life, doesn't bother me that much. and that bothers me a lot, because i know i should be bothered, but i'm not. i'm not the type that laughs when i hear about someone dying or anything, i really have no emotional response to it. i've even seen those beheading videos you...

my enormous INTPness is my best feature.

a mouthful of... Pness?

whats wrong with Pness? i don't understand what connection you guys are making here.

i think i might get something to eat first. food = the best hangover preventative.

i'm tired from drinking. and laughing. and stroking my INTPness.

sleep is for pussies... ...and people that are tired.

at least they believe in contraceptives.

you know that part about the virgin birth? its not a virgin anymore.

ehhh, you might not want that bible back. i think its missing most of Romans and Revalations... amongst other stuff. i'll have him buy you a new one.

yeah, but the3y don't have a soul, so it doesn't matter.

a kick out of it? he just shit himself laughing. after further examination of the shit, i can see why my raw ground beef approach isn't the most efficient.

i'm sure that serves to exacerbate it, but i can't blame poor Wemmick for all of it.

i'm telling: its because of work. i lift, pull, push, and lug heavy boxes all day.

i'm sore.

i'm drunk.

you know, i generally make it into meatballs and lightly season it with lawry's seasoning salt, but that just might work!

oh, i have a method. it includes a straw, a pound of ground beef, and a litter of kittens. its the icing on the cake (which is also a necessary ingredient).

thats precisely what i plan to happen. with a santa claus suit, a midget, spoons, a garden hose, and precisely 7.297 grams of silly puddy.

as long as you're giving what you can.

i don't even have a living room :eek: but if i did, i'd have a gorilla vacuuming it, i can assure you of that.

must be a culture difference. spoons and water hoses are the mundane details for me, but gorillas are just so hard to come by these days.

she spilled her beer on you? that goes against my 30 (and counting) commandments! and that story was a lot less sexy then i imagined. no midgets? no gorillas dressed like santa claus? no analogies to a tube sock with two eggs in it? i'm dissapointed.

could be an excuse not to go!

wanna play a drinking game? edit- everytime one of us replies to either the INTPness thread or your 1000th post, you gotta drink!

here is a good place to practice against a computer.

you have pricked my INTPness' curiosity. do tell.

that is correct. hence why i put it in quotes.

if you move the knights out, they guard the opening while you move the rooks over. pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn pawn rook knight biship queen king bishop knight rook should look like this after 4 moves: blank pawn knight blank blank knight pawn blank pawn blank pawn pawn pawn pawn...

"i wanna get on my knees and keep pleasin' jesus! i wanna feel his faith all over my face!"

i thought you were dead. have you resurrected, by chance? ARE YOU POSSIBLY THE CHURCH OF INTPness VERSION OF JESUS!?! today will be our easter!

unfortunately not enough writing. i have too many ideas and not enough motivation to write them down.

i used to like bishops more then knights, but i think i'm much more affective with knights. like cryptonia said, if you can hang on to one (or two) until the end game, they're incredibly useful. i usually start by moving both of my knights pawns out, then the knights and moving the rooks over...

i've seriously considered doing that to get out of things before... oh shit, now i don't have my safety net if i want to fake my own death here and escape the madness!

i'm ok at chess, i love to play. i often play against a guy at my work on lunch break (i'm not that great at speed chess though). i usually fuck things up at the beginning of the game, but if i can get past that, i'm usually pretty good at the end game stuff. i also think people highly...

maybe it would be cold, but think about it this way: would you rather some people you haven't talked to in a while think you're cold, or would you rather have to uphold social contact with all of them (possibly resulting in you withdrawing or apathetic and being "cold" anyway)?

i've never had any desire to make a facebook or myspace. i think i stayed under the radar enough during school that i wouldn't get too many people contacting me, anyway. i'm not really sure how it works, but couldn't you just contact the people on it that you want to and ignore the rest?

thats giant? it looks tiny compared to mine!

i think most people would be offended at such "pointing out the truth" but really, to me its like saying "your a male". how can i be angry at the truth? you know what the worst part is, though? that i can realize this, comprehend it, even rationalize it, but for some reason i can't seem to...

shit man, i hear that. its fucking freezing out. ...and i hate the cold, and the snow, and the scraping my car off, and the shitty drivers who think that 4 wheel drive makes them invincible, and the salt trucks, and either the darkness of a 4 PM sunset or the brightness of the sun reflecting...