Friday, March 21, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Best Intellectual Jokes
These jokes have been culled from the smartest corners of
the internet, as well as MIT and Harvard Science forums. Only the brightest
will get them, so if you’re not amused, it’s probably because you’re fucking
retarded.
An intellectual’s wife tells him: “Run to the store and pick
up a loaf of bread. If they have eggs, get a dozen.” He goes out, gets drunk,
and fucks a prostitute.
Q: How many intellectuals does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A: Photons or something.
Three intellectuals walk into a bar. Bartender says do you all
want a drink? They’re like “fucking of course, we just walked into a bar.”
A Buddhist monk approaches a hotdog stand and says “Are you
a Hindu? I fucking hate Hindus.”
An intellectual was fucking a cat in the middle of the
street. When people noticed him, he said, “Hey! I’m fucking Schrodinger’s cat! Or
AM I?”
An engineer, a chemist, and an economist are fucking this
whore. The Engineer says “I’ll fuck her in the ass. The chemist says “I’ll fuck
her in the mouth.” The economist says “Let’s slit her throat.”
Two intellectuals walk into a bar. One says “I bet I can take
a crap on the bar and the bartender will just laugh!” The other says “You’re
on!” so the first intellectual jumps up on a stool and takes a huge dump on the
bar. The bartender says “What the fuck!” and grabs a bat and comes for him. As
they’re running away, the first intellectual says “Well I thought it was funny!”
--Dan Kilian
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Thursday, March 6, 2014
The training of a Grelladin Swordsman
The
training of a Grelladin swordsman traditionally includes the use of
sloar-beast bladders, of which only the seventh and ninth are used. The
others are too small* or, in the case of the fifth, sacred and as such
reserved for the High Rituals.
The
bladders are carefully extracted and sealed shut with a small morsel of
turtle flesh within them. As the flesh rots it releases various gases
which fill the bladder and inflate it to several times its normal size.
These gases are lighter than air, causing the bladder to float.
Depending on the age, diet, and health of the sloar-beast from which the
bladders are harvested, the inflated organ will exhibit various hues –
purple, red, yellow, even blue or green.
The
bladders are tethered to weights which secure them to the training
floor so they are not carried away into the sky. Trainees then strike
the bladders with their blades. The tethers are flexible enough and the
bladders tough enough that a glancing blow will merely push them aside,
bringing great shame to the trainee.
--Steve Kilian
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