My beloved flock, let us turn to The Woid and examine the truth of giving, or not giving … a fuck.
Good Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life? And Jesus said to him, … “You know the commandments, ‘Do not murder, Do not commit adultery, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Do not defraud, Honor your father and mother.’” And he said to Him, “Teacher, I have kept all these things from my youth. Looking at him, Jesus felt a love for him and said to him, “One thing you lack: GO AND SELL ALL YOU POSSESS …. But at these words he was saddened, and he went away grieving, for he was one who owned much property.
BACKGROUND
The Stressed Out Dude: What do we know about the one who “went away grieving”? Well, he was a Ruler. Young. And, rich. Not much to go on at first glance. But, did you notice that he was RICH? Say whatever evil your jealous souls want about that, but one thing is certain …. rich people give a fuck! You never hear a rich person say; “I don’t give a fuck about money.” No, this young man gave a fuck, probably many fucks, and became fucken rich.
Here is his counterpart in today’s world … a man burdened with too many fucks to give.
The Laid Back Dude: Jesus simply told the Stressed Out Dude to …. sell everything! In other words …. Jesus doesn’t give any fucks!
How do we know this for certain? Because of just released clip-art found in those Dead Sea scrolls thingies. Before taking on his preacher-circuit name of “Jesus”, he was simply known as “Timmy”. Here’s Timmy-Jesus ascending to heaven his first time, thereby proving the lesson ….
Thus endeth today’s sermon.
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BIBLE STUDY QUESTIONS FOR FURTHER ILLUMINATION
All questions are optional … cuz I don’t give a fuck. They are numbered for your convenience …. cuz, apparently, I still have at least one more fuck to give.
Q1: Who do you admire the most? The Ruler, or Timmy?
Me? I’m going with Timmy. Oh, how much I admire imagining one of TBPs Big Dogs partaking of this golden truth; — “Did you hear that Indentured Servant told his boss to ‘go suck diseased donkey dick’, and got promoted anyway?! Jeez, that dude just doesn’t give a fuck!”.
Q2: Do you know anyone who just didn’t give a fuck yet, still accomplished great things?
Me? Yeah, I do …. me! After 19 years of marital bliss (sarcasm), I woke up one day and decided I no longer had any fucks to give. The divorce was final within a few months. What great things were accomplished as a result? Well, I met Ms. Freud, OK?
Q3: Is giving a fuck part of human nature (born with it), or is giving a fuck something we learn?
Me? It’s both. Exactly 2.5 seconds after popping out of my momma’s uterus, I started giving a fuck, screaming my ass off for a little titty milk. Cursed into fuckery-giving right from the get go … and still going strong.
Then the learnin’ began. Give a fuck about good grades, they said! Give a fuck about college, they said! Give a fuck about eating well and exercising, they said! Give a fuck about a good career, they said! Give a fuck about electing Trump, they said! Give a fuck about Da Future, man (!!) … even though my future, and yours, will ultimately result in being food for worms. I wonder if worms give a fuck as they munch on your brain, other organs, and the right shade of lipstick you once gave such a big fuck about?
Q4: What situations/things are there right NOW in your life where you give a fuck … but, where no fucks should be given?
Me? Sadly, I give a fuck about waaay to many things; safe space assholes, fags, #blacklivesmatter, Joos taking over the world, eating well, exercising, Trump’s tweets, … in other words, all the shit YOU PEOPLE stick in my head day in and day out every fucken day of the year. Thanks a lot!
And, when I attempt to lighten the heavy burden of giving too many fucks — for example, extolling the wonders of Wicca, a religion based on not giving a fuck … how am I received? With hundreds of thumbs down!! I’m sorry if I sound deplorable. It’s clear I still give too many fucks.
Q5: Where are you currently on the chart below? Where do you want to be?
Me? I’m probably halfway on the downslope. It’s not where I want to be. I want to be way on the bottom … where, literally, no more fucks are left to be given. That’s one beautiful thing about getting older, perhaps the only thing, we become very very stingy about giving away our fucks. Get off my lawn!!
Q6: Is not giving a fuck the same as not giving a shit?
Me? They are quite different. Fucks must be managed into obscurity. Shits are the essence of character and integrity.
People who don’t give a shit are lame, lazy, and losers. Ironically, they became this way because they gave too many unneeded fucks … which leads to fear … which leads to mental paralysis … which leads to not giving a shit about important things … like putting food on the table, or letting your little girl snuggle up with you while watching a move. People who don’t give a shit become Free Shitters …. swamp creatures no one should ever give a fuck about.
In closing, to the Holy Rollers who take umbrage with my interpretation of Da Woid, guess what? I don’t give a fuck, or shit. See what I did there?
Blessings!
.
This should have been subtitled Stucky Sunday Sermon: Shearing Sheep and Fleecing the Flock.
Well, since your REAL subtitle “Giving” was so misleading for Christ’s Sake and made me think you were going to ask about sundaygotomeetingchurchplate giving, I guess that subtitle will have to be held in reserve.
AS for the Give a Fuck? What the Fuck?
I really don’t give a fuck what you think the title should have been. (See what I did there?).
I asked six pretty damned good questions.
You could have taken the time to fucken answer at least one of them.
MY edit: OK, so I responded to your post when you wrote only the first sentence. Then you went back to edit. You did this in order to occupy the top spot. Which begs the question … why do you give a fuck about being first to comment?? How many fucks are in your quiver?
Also, do you think this thread will set the TBP all time record in containing the word ‘fuck’? I desire to hold as many TBP records as possible. I don’t know WHY I give a fuck about such trivial shit …. so do NOT ask.
I agree to a point. But I did think you were addressing charitable giving and not the giving a fuck type.
Stuck, point of etiquette here: A gentleman does not inquire about a lady’s quiver.
Where the hell you been Me Hoe?
‘Fuck you money’ nervous system accounts are born, not learned. It may look learned, but you can’t teach a wo\man to find anything that isn’t already there.
Da woids are da voids…disguised as solid gold Da Vinci’s.
Da woids are da woids – Pontius Pilate
Friends, Romans, countrymen – lend me your gears (sprockets). If you don’t, you know I’m just going to send jackboot-identities to take them, so….
Woids is as inanimate as pistolas, conch shells.
And when woids void correctly prerogative’d comportment, it’s the same as the twinky defense. The twinky•woids made me do it! (Just don’t try that in Nuremberg.)
When woids correlate with woilds colliding, say when getting hit in the head with the phonebook – all those words! – in that torture chamber, the woids is just pretense to the action that’s languaging the woild is that wielder’s oyster to shuck…& jive :: pointing to, muttering, magical woids.
Lord Dosis…oy, my aching back….
I don’t mean to give you a Bronx cheer but I have to use this line before I forget it:
Your comment is but meretricious manuscripting posing as percipient prose.
EC
tsk,tsk,tsk…Nothing riffed, nothing gained.
Which is not to say you’re not more raffish than riffraffish, LC. But Zoot suits need laundering, line-drying, too, every now & then. Chollo style is fine by me, ‘cept I prefer Carhartts, & top 3 buttons of flannels left undone.
Since I’m missing the talent of your borrow, the genius of your theft, maybe you want to clarify?
Hints: I don’t allure, but I am allured by much (curiosity is 9 lives, at least); am not insincere – or stuffed flannel serious, either; & have no prostitute characteristics.
El Mariachi to Desperado…there’s only one El Dorado, & it ain’t out there amongst the audience johns – no matter where Pontius types would Pilate you…(now there’s some prostitution epitome).
I hate the new ‘singers’ using autotune. At least Kilo keeps it real in other terms. I mean most autotune morans want to sound like Boys2Men. Kilo’s short career was brought to an end by an accident.
Neo-chollo, maybe. Things do move. Well, the ride does. Presto – yer a sailor…assailer, (H)esse. Of glass bead clarifications…& slingshot ammo.
The answer to Q3 is: primarily genetic – because we’re “hardwired” to be “social”.
We(eze) is the continuum of I’s.
Weeze is asthma…& bridge of sighs.
Gimme that ol’ time Medici medicine…but know that it’s just one long longing of\by\for the Munchausens & their proxies & their Munchausens.
Jesus felt a love for him and said to him, “One thing you lack: GO AND SELL ALL YOU POSSESS …. But at these words he was saddened, and he went away grieving, for he was one who owned much property.
But then the man, who was now fabulously wealthy, could loan out his profits from the sale of his possessions and eventually he was rich enough to own a major swath of a country so he declared his property a new country. Something that he never could have done in England, but in the shithole that is the middle east the British crown said “sure whatever you want as long as you keep lending me money from that hoard that christ told you to accumulate.” You have to remember that christ was an orthodox jew and alleged to be a descendant of King David. Christ was a jew. Even then he was telling his friends to stop collecting things and start collecting money. In the end, christ is responsible for all of the worlds ills for he is responsible for creating the system of loaning money.
see, crappily worded titles lead to fewer responses.
At least I didn’t alliterate.
You are wrong! Only a MAROON would think think the article was about regyoulah giving … since one does not actually have to click the article to read the first sentence … which mostly cleary shows I’ll be talking about giving …. A FUCK!
No. The reason for the few comments is because nobody gives a fuck about giving a fuck, or not giving a fuck.
I used a Jedi Mind Trick to actually PLANT THE IDEA into every reader’s mind to not give a fuck about fuck, including this article. That this Sermon/QOTD is one of my best ever … yet, is getting fewer comments than any other QOTD before … is all the proof you need that my Jedi Implantations have worked perfectly.
All is going as planned.
In fact, I’ll bet you $100 that tomorrow Indentured Servant will march into his boss’s office and tell him to “go suck Diseased Donkey Dick”.
That, Martha, should give you an inkling of the Vast Powers at my fingertips. Tread carefully.
I prefer Maggie Maggoo today.
“That, Martha, should give you an inkling of the Vast Powers at my fingertips.”
That’s what Al Franken said.
Oh, and commendations on remembering the ‘always avoid alliteration’ dictum from the classic AF writing manual for NCOs – “How to Write Good”.
Special red rope training.
I don’t give a fuck/shit. Same thing.
Main point is to relieve stress.
If overused, can lead to loss of care for friends and family who will stop giving a fuck/shit for you.
The original sermon was to free you from the slavery of being possessed by “stuff,” but not to IDFAF/S about everything, otherwise you become nothing to no one. Tim may look like he’s Cool floating above everyone, but it’s a lonely place to be.
Correction IDFAF/S should be IDGAF/S.
If the original meaning was to free us from the slavery of stuff … then why is heaven all about stuff … like mansions with many rooms and Ethan Allen furniture, and streets paved with gold? Hmmm?
Damn if that wasn’t one of THE BEST questions EVER asked on TBP!!
Says the peanut gallery. Go suck stukfuks diseased donkey donk.
I was waiting for it, and there it is, stukfuk’s disbelief comes shining through. You can count on it like rain during monsoon season.
Any other stukfuk dick sukkers out there. Come on, there’s got to more. Where’s admin?
It was a harsh reality equal to sell everything to purchase the field with treasure or invaluable pearl. Had the young buck said OK, Jesus would have said no need, like Abraham sacrificing his son. Point is, nothing here is more important than eternity.
Give a man a fuck, and he has at least one to give.
Teach a man not to give a fuck, and he is free.
I’d tell you but it would ruin your current theology and I like you just the way you are!
Edit: sorry for being a jerk. IMO it’s kind of like trying to describe what it’s like living and waking in a 4th dimension. I can’t do it so all I have is the stuff of this world to paint a picture. But I don’t recall any Ethan Allen furniture in scripture; have you had a vision? I’m glad it’s not IKEA!
I don’t think you were being a jerk. Not at all.
The entire article was meant to be light hearted .. yet, with a serious undertone … cuz, really, …. giving too many fucks
causes stress, and stress is known as a Silent Killer.
Hey, Not Sure, … I’m trying to fucken save lives here!!
I’m somewhat flummoxed that a few folks took this article, or certain aspects of it, so seriously.
Ya big galoot, ya “clever” metaphorically challenged don’t give a fuck-er. U b the quintessential school yard bully wid all your aggressive fuck you language, not that I have any fucks left to give. Spare us the bullshit questions as grist for the rhetorical mill not intended for clarity. Lord love a fuckin duck. Argue with this, where your heart is there also your treasure.
“Argue with this, where your heart is there also your treasure.”
I can’t.
If I were to list the Top 10 truths in Scripture — (actually, there are many more than that, really) — that one would be near the top of the list.
Ya know what, my friend? I believe you just gave me my topic for next Sunday’s Sermon! Really.
“Stucky’s Top 10 Scripture Truths”. A serious and respectful thread … no bullshitting around. Might even make it a Pictorial.
THANKS!!
“Ya big galoot, ya “clever” metaphorically challenged don’t give a fuck-er.”
That’s yupped up.
EC
I gave a shit when I had shit. I have a plaque in the local Catholic High School gymnasium, two in the local Methodist church and a dozen Red Feather awards from the local United Way. I was asked to be on a committee to dispense the funds I helped create by giving money. I volunteered my time and services for the Better Business Bureau of Northwest Florida, becoming Chairman after a time as Vice Chairman of the Executive Board. I routinely did pro bono dental services for the public’s benefit.
1. I liked the game and the players
2. not really. well with your standards of measurement I did accomplish a good thing with two divorces.
3. ?
4. ?
5. I am just above curmudgeon – a bit higher up on the decline than you.
6. fuck off and get outa my shit.
On another geometric construct I climbed to the top of Maslow’s pyramid and despite not having much shit, still live close to self actualization and sometimes transcendence. So I do give a fuck.
“In his later years, Abraham Maslow explored a further dimension of needs, while criticizing his own vision on self-actualization.[9] The self only finds its actualization in giving itself to some higher goal outside oneself, in altruism and spirituality, which is essentially the desire to reach infinite.[10] “Transcendence refers to the very highest and most inclusive or holistic levels of human consciousness, behaving and relating, as ends rather than means, to oneself, to significant others, to human beings in general, to other species, to nature, and to the cosmos” (Farther Reaches of Human Nature, New York 1971, p. 269″
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs#Self-transcendence
I’m looking forward to venison backstrap and sausage from my family’s weekend hunt. That’s meeting one of Maslow’s needs.
Considering your VAST & VARRIED experiences, a Renaissance Man without equal … perhaps even The Most Interesting Man In The World … I am stunned to learn that a woman divorced you, or let you divorce her … TWICE!
Something smells rotten in Denmark.
it is really none of your business but it is significant in my life. And makes for a good story with a message hidden somewhere in it.
First one, after 7 years of tolerating/forgiving her drug seeking behaviors and addict acting out’s, I divorced her, after buying the house next door to her parents for her and staying in my 1200 square foot pre marriage bungalow. And her mother’s former employer gave – adjudicated the largest divorce settlement the city had ever seen from a man with modest means.
The next one…clever one she was. After she feigned Multiple Sclerosis due to her closet anorexia and bulimia and faked out all the doctors, she divorced me demanding twice the pre nuptial – which the judge gave to her. She got better, bought a new house, a new red Mustang convertible and a boob job…and found another sucker to marry/divorce shortly after her recovery.
Tells me it’s none of my business.
Then proceeds to tell me anyway
Priceless!
You’re starting to grow on me, Mr. Susie.
Like fungus?
Does fungus grow on fungus?
Come on admit it. They both died due to inhaling too much hot air originating from your mouth.
WoW I am moving right on up on this site. I have gone from fecal filled to a fungus amongus and hot air.
In no time at all Diogenes will say something nice about me.
And diog (funny, my auto correct change diog to dog)
I only said “I usually don’t drink beer, but when I do I prefer dos equis”
And enjoined, stay thirsty, never sate your thirst. This was in ’04-’05
I make no claim about the commercial, only that I said it first.
Oh Wow! You mean he is the guy from the commercials – “The Most Interesting Man in the World.”
My namesake “Diogenes of Sinope” Truly did not give a fuck. He is one of my heroes. The word Cynic comes from him.
Deface the Currency Bitches,
Diogenes
If Diogenes is the origin of cynic, it was his way of describing the dishonest men he met, sometimes with his pack of dogs that he slept with. Maybe he said it to Alexander the Great
“A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Oscar Wilde, in Lady Windermere’s Fan (1892); often paraphrased : “A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything but the value of nothing.”
currency has a price and a value. So how do you wish to deface the currency? Maybe by taking the faces off the coins minted for the hoi polloi?
Sinope is a remote and lovely village. I camped there and learned to play a bongo type drum from a local. It was un natural to me – the Hellenic remnants of rhythm but I mastered it in a short while as we sat around a camp fire. There was a radar installation there. Where reportedly nukes were aimed at bears long ago. The Cuban missile deal took care of redundant weaponry poised there.
My namesake [is] “Diogenes of Sinope”
Like we give a fuck.
“Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.” Matt 7:6. Christians should not sweat about certain people who don’t care; the fields are ripe with people who do.
Are you calling me dog?? Or, worse, a swine??
Listen, Twinkletoes, your God takes pleasure in the smoke of those burning in hell.
Does that sound like someone who gives a fuck?? I don’t think so. I’m only following His example. Why crucify me?
I’m filled with The Spirit this glorious Sunday, and I’m only preaching The Word here. Gimme a break.
Yep, nope, and yeah, right. Herr stufuk missing his calling to lead a cult. Instead, he has TBP, at least among those who would be deceived.
“Instead, he has TBP, ” — Asshole Without Brains
Yup. And I have LOTS of friends here. Do have even ONE? I don’t think so. Don’t let it get you down … at least you got Jeebus.
Thank you for giving enough fucks to make FOUR comments. With your help, this could still get to 100. So, go ahead …. make more Stuckfuk comments! I play the fiddle, and you dance. Hilarious fact.
Haha, nope, don’t give a shit except to laugh at your BS. I’m also more than willing to point it out in case anyone else unwittingly stumbles upon it without recognizing it for what it is, unadulterated unbelief and animosity toward the truth of God’s word, which is quite the achievement. Congrats, dumphkoff, you’ve exceeded your peers in both stupidity and irony.
How is it that one can 1) profess such profound unbelief, and 2) express such hatred toward that in which one does not believe?
Christianity is not a religion of tolerance, yet we live under the law of grace. Don’t squander that which God has given, especially by listening to the lies of those who admit they don’t believe the truth.
The cracks in Stukfuk’s logic are many, made that much more egregious by his lack of humility.
Such is the life of a boarding house philosopher. Watch out for the coons, herr stukfuk. They want revenge!
Tis a most noble endeavor you pursue …. trying to save folks from me!
Unfortunately, for you, you have not made even one convert. Hahaha! You babble, but no one listens. Bwahahahaha!
Hey, thanks for comment #5! You’re now over 5% of the commentary. Thanks for giving a fuck. I fiddle, you dance. Keep up the great work.
I can only point out the many falsehoods under which you operate, and the fallacies which you employ, not the least of which is foregone conclusion. I’ll also ignore the irrelevance of your position, because even if no one believed it, it would still be the truth.
I won’t bother counting your comments, because I don’t give a shit.
Just keep replying, which only demonstrates your underlying insecurity issues. Try sucking your thumb, or a security blanket. Haven’t you been coddled by admin enough? I guess he’s willing to let anyone do anything for free. Better yet, don’t reply and save me the time of responding to whatever pack of lies you want to spew this time.
#6 !!!!! Woo hoo!
I fiddle. You dance.
Dance, bitch. Dance. Do #7! You can do it.Dance, my little toy bitch.
Bwahahahaha
The ruler because he actually still gave a fuck and then some; dude has skin in the game. Whereas little Timmy is a snot nosed shit head with no skin in the game whom nobody gives fuck what he thinks so little Timmy can float away and go fuck himself.
Craig, Craig, Craig.
Blasphemy is not something to trifle with! Just ask bb … your soul is in danger of hellfire. THAT is something you should give a shit about.
Q6.
My Give A Shit is broken, but my Fuck Off is in fine working order, as relates to SJW’s, easily offended, victim mentality types advancing Lib-Prog PC causes.
I still give a fuck about succeeding in spite of all modern obstacles, concerning myself with things I can do for me and my family & few truly intelligent friends, to avoid becoming early victims of the hardship, and lower standard of living that is to come, when things really start to unravel. Not enough people give a fuck, about the direction we’re heading, and what’s in store. Fuckin’ shame. They’re gonna be blind sided worse than Rand was.
Stucky needs a hug !
You do realize Indent Service had that growth on his private parts when he said those things to his boss.I gave him Godly medical advice and now he is healed because I give a fuck!
The things I give alot of fucks about are things I have no control over.I have fantasies about dropping Nuclear bombs on Washington DC to stop all this shit but I can buy nuclear bombs at Walmart or over the internet (At least not now) Because I give a Fuck . Stucky believe it or not I give a fuck about you. That’s my problem .I can’t stop giving a fuck.Now I’m fucked for sure but I know I made indent Service a happy man even though he will not Admit it.
bb
Thanks for giving a fuck about me. I do feel the same about you. Did I not pray for you over your heart surgery? And I pray for your little pussy daily.
Craig (above) needs a little bb-sermon. Please attend to it as only you can.
Two of my favorite slacknoids are Jay and Silent Bob. They pretty much exemplify timmy.
Favorite quotes:
“Let me have a nickel bag”
“Jungle Love”
“Toby here is my black man servant”
“I’m a smooth pimp who luves da pussy”
(Clerks 2 was a much better movie and sign the apocalypse is near)
https://youtu.be/VKuqaZ0DQtk
I have been giving way too much fucks about YoBot’s posts. Folks have even accused me of being butthurt.
Then again, I have been called ‘condescending’ – huh. Like I give a fuck.
Stuck, for all practical purposes, you can consider me your beaner audience, I am an army of one here. Although I suspect there are many more lurking like la-migra lookouts.
Paul said it was ok to have things as long as they don’t have you. So many folks become slaves to there possessions when they could easily get rid of those things and breathe free again. That includes women. You pointed out how getting rid of the old ship anchor spared you the space to seduce the sexy shrink, Mrs. Freud. We should all look around like Rex Tillerson with jaundiced eye at people and things not up to snuff.
When the fuck did you start with this “Lord Dude” shit??
You give way too many fucks about your moniker. Next thing you know, you’ll be a Free Shitter. Lord No Pesos.
I don’t really give s fuck, except that it pisses me off. Which might be a good sermon for next Sunday, considering how Da Lawd is always pissed off about sumthin’.
I told the Coyote a long time ago I could hear his voice even when he used a different name.
Since Stucky is from a coastal tribe, he should “hesh up.”
Coyote and Wishpoosh
from the Chinook tribe
retold by
S.E. Schlosser
Now Wishpoosh the monster beaver lived in the beautiful Lake Cle-el-lum which was full of fish. Every day, the animal people would come to the lake, wanting to catch some fish, but Wishpoosh the giant beaver drove them away with many threats and great splashing. If they refused to leave, Wishpoosh would kill the animal people by dragging them deep into the lake so that they drowned.
Coyote was very upset at Wishpoosh for the way he treated the animal people. Coyote decided that he would kill the monster beaver and so he went to Lake Cle-el-lum with his spear tied to his wrist and started to fish. As soon as Wishpoosh saw this upstart person invading his territory, the giant beaver attacked. Coyote threw the spear and it pierced the beaver. Immediately, Wishpoosh dove to the bottom of the lake, dragging Coyote with him.
Well, Coyote and Wishpoosh wrestled and tugged and fought each other at the bottom of the lake until the sides gave way and all the water rushed out, pouring out over the mountains and through the canyons until it collected in Kittitas Valley and formed another, larger lake. Coyote and Wishpoosh burst forth into the new lake, shouting and wrestling and fighting each other with renewed vigor until the second lake gave way and the water rushed out, joining in with the waters of several rivers to form a massive lake at Toppenish.
Wishpoosh the monster beaver would not give up the fight. He bit and clawed at Coyote and tried to drown him in the massive lake. Coyote fought back fiercely, and at last the massive lake gave way, the water roared down into the meeting place of the Columbia, the Yakima, and the Snake, where it dammed up into a lake so huge none has ever seen its like before or since.
Coyote and Wishpoosh dragged at each other, pulling and tugging and ripping and biting until the dam gave way and a huge wave of water swept down the Columbia River towards the sea. Coyote and Wishpoosh were tumbled over and over again as they were swept down river in the mighty wave of water. Coyote grabbed bushes and rocks and trees, trying to pull himself out of the massive wave. By these efforts was the Columbia Gorge was formed. But Coyote could not pull himself out of the great wave and so he tumbled after Wishpoosh, all the way to the bitter waters at the mouth of the river.
Wishpoosh was furious. He was determined to beat this upstart Coyote who had driven him from his beautiful lake. The giant beaver swept all the salmon before him and ate them in one gulp to increase his strength. Then he swam out to sea with Coyote in pursuit. The monster beaver threw his great arms around a whale and swallowed it whole.
Coyote was frightened by this demonstration of the monster beaver’s strength. But he was the most cunning of all the animals, and he came up with a plan. Turning himself into a tree branch, Coyote drifted among the fish until Wishpoosh swallowed him. Returning to his natural form, Coyote took a knife and cut the sinews inside the giant beaver. Wishpoosh gave a great cry and then perished.
Coyote was tired after his long fight with the monster beaver. He called to his friend Muskrat, who helped drag the body of Wishpoosh to shore. Coyote and Muskrat cut up the giant beaver and threw the pieces up over the land, thus creating the tribes of men. The Nez Perce were created from the head of the giant beaver, to make them great in council. The Cayuses were created from the massive arms of Wishpoosh, in order that they might be strong and powerful with the war club and the bow. From the beaver’s ribs, Coyote made the Yakimas and from the belly the Chinooks. To make the Klickitats, Coyote used the beaver’s legs, so that they would become famous for their skill in running. With the leftover skin and blood, he made the Snake River Indians who thrived on war and blood.
Thus were the tribes created, and Coyote returned up the mighty Columbia River to rest from his efforts. But in his weariness, Coyote did not notice that the coastal tribes had been created without mouths. The god Ecahni happened along just then and fixed the problem by assembling all of the coastal tribes and cutting mouths for them. Some he made too large and some he made crooked, just as a joke. This is why the mouths of the coastal tribes are not quite perfect.
MiMi from La Mesa called me that. It’s an honorary title. I shall go back to my humble roots soon.
I used to give a fuck. Quite a few fucks in fact. I don’t give a fuck anymore although I’d like to……but it’s futile. No, my fucks are just too valuable to “give” anymore since they are no longer valued by anyone except me so I’ll keep my fucks thank you very much. Maybe in the next life……….if I get trapped on this prison planet again.
The final 20 or so years of my life will become increasingly about me, my wife and our small circle of family and friends as we are the only ones that have been rowing this boat in unison. Fucks given will be for them and them alone!
IS… just stay away from Bobby Brown.
In the interest of spreading a lil’ humor, mind if I piggy back on your Whiney post?
It is a Monday moanin’, after all.
No offense intended, but apologies if it’s old hat (HSF?)…still worth a re-visit, as some might need the laugh this crisp November day.
Respectfully,
B. Brown
My dogs do not approve of the goats. They prefer instrumental music and no bleating.
I can’t view that video you linked, but would like to.
Any other way to view?, cuz I don’t really want to join FB.
If not, that’s OK too.
Here’s an instrumental one for your pups, that I really like.
I have FB on my phone and on the PC… a remnant from the days when Nick and I corresponded via FB message when I lived here.
I love the Chet Atkins strumming.
Let me see if I can actually link the video from my “cloud.” I’ve heard that is doable.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/8kv8i94njg12jo5/Full%20of%20Surprises.MOV?dl=0
Maggie! That was cool!!!
What’s needed to “do” Dropbox? Any software to buy? Any hardware beyond a mic? Is it EASY?
I envision all TBPers getting into it. Would be nice to see what these fuckers look like.
I am giving this all I got to get to one hundred. All you have to do to Dropbox stuff is give them a valid email. The Dropbox bots will send you a link and you can dump your files into the cloud and access them on blogs and the whole world can see you dance. (I do want to WARN you… this is my second attempt at actually USING Dropbox and I think I just got my first nosy nosenstein. I suggest holding off on dropping trow for dropbox. Let me snoop around and see what follows me home to my husband’s computer. You see, when I do one of my trial runs on the internet or go searching for HOW TO DISTILL CBD OIL from plants, I come to my husband’s computer. He often says “What the hell is this link to a marijuana forum on my desktop?” or something along the lines of “I see you linked to that burning platform club of yours.” Sorry, Admin. Nick is devoted to getting his doom and gloom from the Cleveland Browns Pity Party Blog. I couldn’t convert him, so he thinks of TBP like the group of women I joined up with to quit smoking ten years ago. I remain friends with a few of those women and hope, in ten years, I remain friends with some of you. In this stage of the Fourth Turning, I think that is the most we can hope for.
https://www.dropbox.com/s/thp1q1iqkggbzqu/DSCN0407.MOV?dl=0
99?
Ix Nay on RopboxDay.
Dropbox already notified me I am close to my weekly limit of 500MB or something like that. For 4.99 a month, I can upgrade.
Like Photobucket, it is free, but only for a very small amount of data. That’s how they get ya. Oh, well. I am being more careful of showing my face anyway. Is probably close to time to go radio silent and get out those radios I bought for the just in case.
Maybe nothing happens. Maybe the idiots explode a nuke. Maybe the Saudis grow a spine and actually …. nah, that one is too far out to be believable. What a lazy bunch of people.
Anyway, Dropbox gets a NO from me. I will NOT pay them a monthly stipend to access my own files.
Sweet. I’m jelly, cuz I always wished I could tickle the ivories.
Was that a Beethoven nocturne?
Dabbled in guitar for a while, and might be able to resurrect that limited skill for entertainment purposes if we ever retreat to the Gulch, heyhey.
But, I get stage fright in front of a crowd, too, so there will be some fat fingering going on, if it comes to pass.
Back to good instrumental piano, one of my beautiful blond co-workers turned me on to Mozart back in the early 80’s, with a disc of his Piano Concierto’s #’s 20 and 21.
The one featuring F. Gulda and the Munich Symph. Orch. A favorite, still to this day.
Here’s a Boob Tube vid of the 3 movements in # 20.
The 2nd movement is slow and sleepy, but recognizable. Ditto for 2nd in # 21
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1WVYFVDf4E
I work on Mozart’s Alla Turca from time to time. It is a hard piece to master, even if my hands weren’t old and creaky. That was the intro to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. I “do” Fur Elise perfectly. I could do that to push this lame QOTD to 100 for Stucky.
bravo milady. My other epistolary gf captured my heart and mind when I discovered her piano variation for Fur Elise on the internet around the turn of the century.
“Beginning with the simplest harmony, it progresses to a simple run (scale), and then chromaticism, arpeggio run, and finally a heavy chord progression.”
http://www.analyticalq.com/music/arrangements/elise/default.htm
Even for a terribly titled titillating taunt, there are thought provoking responses.
Give it up Red Rope Racoon!!
Those last two words don’t begin with a “t”. Weak. D-
I’m sure you can do better, if you only THINK …. assuming you even give a fuck at this point. Nevertheless, for someone who has criticized MY alliteration attempts … you sure got a set of brass balls after that sad effort.
Stuck, were you a red rope?
Like anyone gives a shit.
White Rope.
Seriously.
I was in the Honor Guard. We wore a white branded rope over our left shoulder, and other white paraphernalia.
Ah, Alejandro was in the honor guard with the snazzy white rope. But that was just for SHOW and PARADE.
I was a red rope will the full authority granted by the squadron commander. I could write 341s and get students punished or rewarded, depending upon my mood.
Thankfully, I was a benevolent dictator.
Yes … show and parade … could be a correct title of my autobiography.
I DO appreciate you obviously blatant attempts to get this to 100. ?
I don’t have access to Word on this tablet. I wonder how many fucks are in the article/comments.
This should be 98, I think.
Titillating Taunts of Thought Teasing Tirades
You big lummox! Too much alliteration is annoying. A little bit’ll do ya.
100!!!!!!
Admin, send my prize to T4C, who apparently has been through some harrowing heart surgery. Blessings and glad you stayed out of the light.
Maggie, she said it was 2015. She had a heart attack due to a plugged up artery. The beeps on the monitor were seriously scary. We almost lost the girl. This month she is celebrating her second anniversary of a renewed sentence on prison planet.
EC
Oh, relieved then because I thought it had happened again. I read it as “second sentence” of a heart attack… so another heart attack.
In any event, I got one hundred. You did not.
Q4: What situations/things are there right NOW in your life where you give a fuck … but, where no fucks should be given?
Stuck, in my normal everyday life, I deal with a bitch (not the sexy mulatta – my wife) who has some weird mood swings. I do not know what goes on in her limited mind but the external signs are sneers, jeers and silent treatment abuse. I have paid far too much attention to these things and in truth, I have more inner peace to not give a fuck about her behavior.
I’m sorry to hear that. Really. You’re a swell guy, and deserve better.
If not giving a fuck about her giving you fuck, and it brings you even some relief, then this article was well worth my time to throw together this morning.
Afroman don’t give a fuck because ….
I once stopped in rural Mississippi outside Hattiesburg to snap a photo in front of Afroman’s broke down van in a gas station back lot.
As usual you miss the point of the story. Jesus was asking the rich young man if he realized He was God. And that if he did it would be simple for him to give up all that he possessed, because he would then know that there would be nothing he possessed that would be more valuable than knowing Him.
It goes along with Jesus’ teaching about the pearl of great price etc….
But I’m sure that because your chooser is broken you really don’t ……….!
Blessings:-}
Ed
Saturday evening, the day before writing this article …
Ms Freud: Let’s watch Deerhunter. (I had recorded it … and for some reason, it’s one of her most favorite movies.)
Me: No.
MF: Why not?
Me: I don’t give a fuck. (Really.)
a small and brief mini argument ensues
MF: You’ve been saying that a LOT lately!! What the fuck is wrong with you!
Me: Don’t take it personally! I mean I don’t give a fuck about Robert Diniro.
MF: You’ve been saying that about a LOT of movies I’ve been wanting to watch. Your not giving a fuck is giving me headaches.
Me: I don’t give a fuck. (OK, I didn’t say that … just thought it.)
And, that’s the motivation for the article. There’s a reason for every QOTD I post.
In this case, my boycotting of shitfuks like Dinero and other Hollywood assholes (like the libtard snowflakes on Seinfeld) is REAL, and permanent.
And, so, I thought to myself — “Self, what other things don’t you give a fuck about?”
Hence, the article. I thought this would reach 100 before nightfall. I figured damn near everyone would be eager to share their own stories about fucks they give, or fucks they don’t give. Ahhhh, well … it’s always a crap shoot with these questions. No problemo.
In closing, I find it very laugh out loud funny that you took my “Bible lesson” seriously. Good Lawd, man!! Jesus was named Timmy?? The real meaning is Jesus don’t give a fuck?? You can’t see past that silly shit??? Man, ya see,. YOU got waaay too many fucks to give in your quiver. Hey, it was a SUNDAY, so I threw that in there for the fun of it.
So, lighten up!
There I was at White Hall, nearing graduation. Amn Sitansquat pushes past me to another dude.
Would you sign my book, he says, I’m only asking people I give a fuck about to sign it.
EC
I’m painting because we have to refukkindecorate the guestroom. So, I don’t have time to give a fuck.
My question is WHY should I give a fuck?
EC- Why are you butthurt?
Bea, I’m not butthurt at all. Did you not see the jokes I made in recent threads?
I was merely addressing Stuck’s question and found one question I could address with a personal issue.
I should know better than to try to be friends with a porcupine. I would like to be insensitive but I absorb negative energy quite easily. That creates psychic discomfort and inner conflict.
There is no benefit to interacting with a person who has personal issues. I should just accept the saying – you can’t fix stupid – and leave it at that. I will repeat 1000 times: Who gives a fuck?
Stuck, bro man, your a cool guy, I could not invent a better internet buddy if I tried to imagine one. And La Maggie, a dream come true. Who could ever say, I want a female friend who hunts and has big tits and have it come true?
My cousin and I were out checking deer cameras and stuff… Here’s a picture of she and I doing what we country gals do round here while the boys are drinking ice cold beer and talking about trucks and bucks and giving big fat fucks.
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97. Catch me if you can.
I own one thousand three hundred and twenty feet of barbed wire. The spool of double strand galvanized wire sits on a concrete square beside my greenhouse. Pamela just sits there, waiting for me. There is no planned date of deployment. Ownership sometimes seems foolish, other times brilliant. In the dark, she be a mean and nasty bitch. In the light, she wags her finger but still bites. I don’t give a fuck, I tell myself, yet there are areas of my life I am prepared to defend. There are places I won’t allow strangers to go.
Stucky, I don’t think this one is gonna make it to a hundred.
However, I did buy my Little Miss Missy Pyr a toy yesterday with you on my mind.
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It is like a consolation prize.
100. I win. Send your cards and congratulatory letters to Admin, be sure to include a small donation of crisp new Benjies. I’m sure he’ll forward the bonanza to me.
EC
That’s just 94, ME HOE.
Did you see my little shameless show to boost the poor old lumberjack’s blasphemy?
That was a sneaky try. Man, you really are good. You figure you drop this here and I trundle off to bed with Nick to snuggle and snooze and then you CLAIM it was really the one hundredth comment, whether it WAS or not. Sneaky, sneaky coyote.
Also, there’s a photo of myself behind Diana (Artemis) on the hunt. Well, she was hunting and I was along for the errands. I’m really new to this life after all those sedentary years in the cubicle.
Hey, Maggie.
I can’t believe this got to 100. You done did a good job gettin’ it done!!
Let’s retire this bitch. Nobody got no mo’ fucks to give.
However if my Dancing Bitch (AWB) returns for #7 — that fool just might — well, I’ll be back one more time to praise his nut licking.
The only tools I see are you and your minion.
You know good and well I am a last worder. Now. Out.
My namesake is a Mexican singer although that wouldn’t be Alejandro Fernandez.
EC
I don’t know any Fernandez family. Nice try.
Admin, the topic was giving and just to be consistent, I thought I’d give a few pesos.
I also sent you a check a couple months ago, idk if you can match my name to my moniker.
EC
I’m the last worder, Maggoo!
This blessed sermon has 140 fucks. Really.
Werd!!
Weird. T4C recounts a harrowing day in the life and the maroons are like, meh.
But say something bad about da Trump and the chimps come unglued.