Would having a vending machine in my house mean I would need to call someone every month or so to re-stock the thing?
If so, who would be paying for these things? Me? You? The State? If it's me then you can just go fuck yourself right now. Even if it's filled with enough drugs, butt plugs and scummy hookers to keep me happier than a kitten in a trash bag full of rocks by the river side forever; once that's all gone and my house smells like mould and dick cheese why would I really want to pay someone to re-fill it? In fact why would I want someone in my house anyway?
People be judgemental yo!
Bitchez be crazy.
If not and this is some sort of magical re-filling vending machine that has some sort of power given to it from that very realm of metaphysical quandary that is so debatable between theologians to this day just beneath the heavens in order to carry out the Lords divine will then you're taking us all down a road we really don't want to go, aren’t you? Let me explain, dear reader for those of you who are a little slow on the uptake, who really do not have the ability to think critically for the moment. Now, while it's all well and good having as many hits of LSD available that can and definitely will undoubtedly kill your dog many times over and as many venereal disease spreading, smelly vagina having ladies of the evening at your beck and call for as long as you so please, do we not hold out any consideration for this seemingly conscious or at least semi conscious “being” (or whatever we could call it) trapped within the hard plastic, metal and glass casing that is today's modern vending machine? Will it be pleased to see its Earth shattering powers are going towards the downfall of an already mentally retarded human being? The moral position here would be to take this information into consideration and allow this being - with powers unknown to the average human being - to be out there free amongst those who really need it. Not stuck in an environment akin to the last days of Sodom & Gomorrah.
But no, this is the human condition in a nut shell isn't it. Who gives a damn about the God like super being who has the ability to change our very surroundings sitting in my toilet in case I’m in the mood for a toothy blowjob while I’m taking a shit? No, ME, ME, ME - give me what I want. I'm more important than those disgusting pigs who feast off of pity. Selfishness is a virtue is it not, in today's society. We no longer care about our fellow man, why? Because the sense of fulfilment we acquire in watching two stretched out prostitutes - one of whom looks a little like your sister before she died - on your bed at 2pm while you're shooting your second round of smack for the day, fills you with far more pleasure than the knowledge that hunger, war, disease has been wiped out because that place behind your eyes where the true you resides gains no extra sense of pleasure for that. Your name isn't written in stone anywhere, you won't be remembered, and you aren't going to get your cock sucked at the Presidents dinner, so why should you care. Just more bitches crying, ain't that right!?
Icecold322, you and your ilk are the perpetrators of the modern age’s obsession with apathy. You should be ashamed of yourself.
And that's not even getting onto the issue of who really has to pay for these items once they've been stocked.
GAH!
Would having a vending machine in my house mean I would need to call someone every month or so to re-stock the thing?
If so, who would be paying for these things? Me? You? The State? If it's me then you can just go fuck yourself right now. Even if it's filled with enough drugs, butt plugs and scummy hookers to keep me happier than a kitten in a trash bag full of rocks by the river side forever; once that's all gone and my house smells like mould and dick cheese why would I really want to pay someone to re-fill it? In fact why would I want someone in my house anyway?
People be judgemental yo!
Bitchez be crazy.
If not and this is some sort of magical re-filling vending machine that has some sort of power given to it from that very realm of metaphysical quandary that is so debatable between theologians to this day just beneath the heavens in order to carry out the Lords divine will then you're taking us all down a road we really don't want to go, aren’t you? Let me explain, dear reader for those of you who are a little slow on the uptake, who really do not have the ability to think critically for the moment. Now, while it's all well and good having as many hits of LSD available that can and definitely will undoubtedly kill your dog many times over and as many venereal disease spreading, smelly vagina having ladies of the evening at your beck and call for as long as you so please, do we not hold out any consideration for this seemingly conscious or at least semi conscious “being” (or whatever we could call it) trapped within the hard plastic, metal and glass casing that is today's modern vending machine? Will it be pleased to see its Earth shattering powers are going towards the downfall of an already mentally retarded human being? The moral position here would be to take this information into consideration and allow this being - with powers unknown to the average human being - to be out there free amongst those who really need it. Not stuck in an environment akin to the last days of Sodom & Gomorrah.
But no, this is the human condition in a nut shell isn't it. Who gives a damn about the God like super being who has the ability to change our very surroundings sitting in my toilet in case I’m in the mood for a toothy blowjob while I’m taking a shit? No, ME, ME, ME - give me what I want. I'm more important than those disgusting pigs who feast off of pity. Selfishness is a virtue is it not, in today's society. We no longer care about our fellow man, why? Because the sense of fulfilment we acquire in watching two stretched out prostitutes - one of whom looks a little like your sister before she died - on your bed at 2pm while you're shooting your second round of smack for the day, fills you with far more pleasure than the knowledge that hunger, war, disease has been wiped out because that place behind your eyes where the true you resides gains no extra sense of pleasure for that. Your name isn't written in stone anywhere, you won't be remembered, and you aren't going to get your cock sucked at the Presidents dinner, so why should you care. Just more bitches crying, ain't that right!?
Icecold322, you and your ilk are the perpetrators of the modern age’s obsession with apathy. You should be ashamed of yourself.
And that's not even getting onto the issue of who really has to pay for these items once they've been stocked.
GAH!
Dude you wrote an essay on vending machines, really?
