What's this? You giving up so soon? You gotta have a little gumption. Yeah!
A can-do kinda attitude. Take it from a gull who knows
Now look at me
You see this face
In terms of beauty I'm a basket case
And as for style and savoir faire
Well I guess there ain’t
A whole lot there
Yup, although perhaps
It makes no sense
I strut my stuff
With lots of confidence
Cause though I lack
And awful lot
There is one thing I got!
I got positoovity!
I got positoovity!
It gives me the zam
And the zow
And the yaddle laddle laddle
That’s why I walk
With a wiggle in my waddle
Cause once you’ve heard that word
There aint nothing you can do
So let that positoovity
Work for you
Course there is in the dictionary right between popsuckle and prehysterical.
Believe you me I seen it work miracles!
Now he's a shmoe
And he's a shlep
And this one doesn’t
got the sharpest rep
In fact all three
without a doubt
missed the day that brains
were handed out
We got positricity!
We got poositivity!
Just try it out, come on!
And the yippee-dip-doodle
That’s why we sounds
Like there's knowledge
In our noodle
And once you learned that word
There ain’t nothing you can do
A can-do kinda attitude. Take it from a gull who knows
Now look at me
You see this face
In terms of beauty I'm a basket case
And as for style and savoir faire
Well I guess there ain’t
A whole lot there
Yup, although perhaps
It makes no sense
I strut my stuff
With lots of confidence
Cause though I lack
And awful lot
There is one thing I got!
I got positoovity!
I got positoovity!
It gives me the zam
And the zow
And the yaddle laddle laddle
That’s why I walk
With a wiggle in my waddle
Cause once you’ve heard that word
There aint nothing you can do
So let that positoovity
Work for you
Course there is in the dictionary right between popsuckle and prehysterical.
Believe you me I seen it work miracles!
Now he's a shmoe
And he's a shlep
And this one doesn’t
got the sharpest rep
In fact all three
without a doubt
missed the day that brains
were handed out
We got positricity!
We got poositivity!
Just try it out, come on!
And the yippee-dip-doodle
That’s why we sounds
Like there's knowledge
In our noodle
And once you learned that word
There ain’t nothing you can do
I got positoovity!
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Colleague: This modality of the social construction of gender can _speak_ causally, but it cannot _think_ causally.
Me: You are wasting my time with this silly postmodernism.
Me: You are wasting my time with this silly postmodernism.
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Postmortem Depression (PMD) is a form of clinical depression which often affects people, less frequently deer, after becoming what medical experts around the world refer to as "dead."
Symptoms include sadness, fatigue, changes in sleeping and eating patterns, reduced libido, crying episodes, excessive rotting, anxiety, colonic-maggot infestation, and irritability.
Physicians around the world report increasing rates PMD over the last few decades. In a recent medical double-blind study, results showed that 98% people will die at some point in their life. Out of those, 40% will be diagnosed with PMD, an increase over 27% in 2000, 14% in 1990, and -3% in 2 billion BC.
It is sometimes assumed that PMD is caused by a lack of nutrition (a result of one's digestive system being decomposed) but studies tend to show that more likely causes are the significant changes in a person's (or deer's) hormones during death. On the other hand, hormonal treatment has not helped postmortem depression victims; scientists are still baffled by these findings.
A debunker of the "Hormonal Imbalance Theory," Dr. Isaac Goldbergshtein, of the National Postmortem Depression Research Institute for the Advancement of the Medical Understanding of the Human Mind (more commonly referred to as NPDRIftAotMUotHM), says, "The findings are clear. Injecting a victim of PMD with hormonal injections only results in them being just as dead, if not deadER than they were before. It's just common sense."
Symptoms include sadness, fatigue, changes in sleeping and eating patterns, reduced libido, crying episodes, excessive rotting, anxiety, colonic-maggot infestation, and irritability.
Physicians around the world report increasing rates PMD over the last few decades. In a recent medical double-blind study, results showed that 98% people will die at some point in their life. Out of those, 40% will be diagnosed with PMD, an increase over 27% in 2000, 14% in 1990, and -3% in 2 billion BC.
It is sometimes assumed that PMD is caused by a lack of nutrition (a result of one's digestive system being decomposed) but studies tend to show that more likely causes are the significant changes in a person's (or deer's) hormones during death. On the other hand, hormonal treatment has not helped postmortem depression victims; scientists are still baffled by these findings.
A debunker of the "Hormonal Imbalance Theory," Dr. Isaac Goldbergshtein, of the National Postmortem Depression Research Institute for the Advancement of the Medical Understanding of the Human Mind (more commonly referred to as NPDRIftAotMUotHM), says, "The findings are clear. Injecting a victim of PMD with hormonal injections only results in them being just as dead, if not deadER than they were before. It's just common sense."
Guy 1: "Dude, have you seen Tyrone? For the last 2 weeks since he died after being accidentally shot by a cop 11 times in the face, he just SITS there on the couch, rotting. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep, he doesn't go out partying, he hasn't even gone to work in 3 days! We should really talk to him..."
Guy 2: "Yeah, he's really suffering from a severe case of Postmortem Depression."
Guy 2: "Yeah, he's really suffering from a severe case of Postmortem Depression."
by Razgriz117 July 22, 2010
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Josh: I'm going away on holidays and i'm meeting up with a girl there.
Morgan: You dog what will Caroline think!
Josh: Nah its sweet dude the postcode there is 3564
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Morgan: You dog what will Caroline think!
Josh: Nah its sweet dude the postcode there is 3564
Morgan: Postcode theory to the rescue
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The heaviest, most brutal 7 minutes and 44 seconds of anything ever recorded in the history of music. Both of these songs are heavy, fast, angry, unforgiving thrash masterpieces, and they both deserve separate definitions.
Postmortem:
A song about what else? Postmortem. Accompanied by chaotic guitars and lightning fast drumming, Tom Araya's frightening, unforgiving, and morbid vocals in this song make it literally sound like you've gone to hell and are being yelled at by Satan himself. About 1:45 into the song, Tom Araya lets out a high-pitched, epic scream. If this scream doesn't give you an eargasm, then you are not a metalhead. As the song breaks down, you think the ride through hell is over, and you're safe again. You're wrong. The song starts up again with some awesome guitars, and Dave's bullet-paced drumming. Some more hellish lyrics are yelled, and the song starts to break down again. Again you are tricked into thinking the hellish musical pummeling is over. It's not. In fact, it couldn't be farther from it.
Raining Blood:
A loud clap of thunder is heard, along with guitars and slow drumming. You have no idea that you are in for the most brutal, deadly piece of music ever written. As the song starts to pick up, you hear the unforgettable Raining Blood riff, and the drumming starts. There's no turning back now. The song just starts getting heavier and heavier, and faster and faster. Then Tom yells "Trapped in purgatory!!! A lifeless object alive!!!" and his voice sounds even more horrifying and deep than in Postmortem, or hell, even Angel of Death. The ear pounding ensues as the song continues, getting heavier every second, until Tom finishes the vocals, and the guitars and drums keep going faster, faster, and faster until you start headbanging like never before. Then it all ends suddenly, with a thunder clap, followed by the sound of rain. It's all over now. Pussies can now go cry to their mothers, and metalheads can now start the CD over.
In short, two thrash metal masterpieces. If you claim yourself to be a metalhead and you haven't heard these two before, please give me your home address, so I can go to your house and beat the shit out of you.
The heaviest, most brutal 7 minutes and 44 seconds of anything ever recorded in the history of music. Both of these songs are heavy, fast, angry, unforgiving thrash masterpieces, and they both deserve separate definitions.
Postmortem:
A song about what else? Postmortem. Accompanied by chaotic guitars and lightning fast drumming, Tom Araya's frightening, unforgiving, and morbid vocals in this song make it literally sound like you've gone to hell and are being yelled at by Satan himself. About 1:45 into the song, Tom Araya lets out a high-pitched, epic scream. If this scream doesn't give you an eargasm, then you are not a metalhead. As the song breaks down, you think the ride through hell is over, and you're safe again. You're wrong. The song starts up again with some awesome guitars, and Dave's bullet-paced drumming. Some more hellish lyrics are yelled, and the song starts to break down again. Again you are tricked into thinking the hellish musical pummeling is over. It's not. In fact, it couldn't be farther from it.
Raining Blood:
A loud clap of thunder is heard, along with guitars and slow drumming. You have no idea that you are in for the most brutal, deadly piece of music ever written. As the song starts to pick up, you hear the unforgettable Raining Blood riff, and the drumming starts. There's no turning back now. The song just starts getting heavier and heavier, and faster and faster. Then Tom yells "Trapped in purgatory!!! A lifeless object alive!!!" and his voice sounds even more horrifying and deep than in Postmortem, or hell, even Angel of Death. The ear pounding ensues as the song continues, getting heavier every second, until Tom finishes the vocals, and the guitars and drums keep going faster, faster, and faster until you start headbanging like never before. Then it all ends suddenly, with a thunder clap, followed by the sound of rain. It's all over now. Pussies can now go cry to their mothers, and metalheads can now start the CD over.
In short, two thrash metal masterpieces. If you claim yourself to be a metalhead and you haven't heard these two before, please give me your home address, so I can go to your house and beat the shit out of you.
My sinful glare at nothing holds thoughts of death behind it!!
Skeletons in my mind commence, tearing at my sanity!!
Vessels in my brain carry death until my birth!!
Come and die with me forever,
Share insanity!!!
DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!?!
-Part of Postmortem/Raining Blood
Skeletons in my mind commence, tearing at my sanity!!
Vessels in my brain carry death until my birth!!
Come and die with me forever,
Share insanity!!!
DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!?!
-Part of Postmortem/Raining Blood
by I Will Kill You February 2, 2007
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