In an erotically blessed couple, the woman's clitoris, focus of all devotion, from which emanates such intense energy, joy and transcendent oneness that her lover can think of nothing else. ... Excuse me. What were you saying?
When somebody says “ Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let others recognize me as me! But then, what am I? Is this me? My true self? My fake self? What is it that I am? Nobody understands me!” You just go “ I am you, I am just like you. That’s why I was attached to you. I wanted to give you happiness. I’m sorry I misunderstood your happiness.”
Its a disease which symptoms are basically hating on people constantly; there is no found cure for this disease.
A word rapper WIz Khalifa made on one of his youtube video's.
Boy- I hate Wiz Khalifa....he & that whole "Taylor Gang" can go die.
Boy #2- You're suffering from a very chronic disease right now.
Boy- What disease?
Boy #2 - It's called "Hatinassniggaritis"
Boy #2 - To bad there isn't a cure..
A daily web comic found on the website explosm.com. The comic writers are 4 comic artists named Rob, Kris, Dave, and Matt. Each artist has his own sense of humor; like Rob and Dave's comics having a genuine sense of humor, while Matt's tend to focus around AIDS and sex, and Kris's comics are usually about someone dying or missing limbs. The web comic also has a dozen or so animated shorts.
guy 1: Man, Cyanide and Happiness is a great web comic!
guy 2: Hey, I've never heard of it.
guy 1: You should check it out sometime. It's really funny.
guy 2: Ok I will.