What I would do, I say, is I’d be very careful who I talked to about this
paper.
I say, it sounds like some dangerous psychotic killer wrote this,
and this buttoned-down schizophrenic could probably go over the edge at any
moment in the working day and stalk from office to office with an Armalite
AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic.
My boss just looks at me.
The guy, I say, is probably at home every night with a little
rattail file, filing a cross into the tip of every one of his rounds. This
way, when he shows up to work one morning and pumps a round into his
nagging, ineffectual, petty, whining, butt-sucking, candy-ass boss, that
one round will split along the filed grooves and spread open the way a
dumdum bullet flowers inside you to blow a bushel load of your stinking
guts out through your spine. Picture your gut chakra opening in a
slow-motion explosion of sausage-casing small intestine.
My boss takes the paper out from under my nose.
Go ahead, I say, read some more.
No really, I say, it sounds fascinating. The work of a totally
diseased mind.
And I smile. The little butthole-looking edges of the hole in my
cheek are the same blue-black as a dog’s gums. The skin stretched tight
across the swelling around my eyes feels varnished.
My boss just looks at me.
Let me help you, I say.
I say, the fourth rule of fight club is one fight at a time.
My boss look at the rules and then looks at me.
I say, the fifth rule is no shoes, no shirts in the fight.
My boss looks at the rules and looks at me.
Maybe, I say, this totally diseased fuck would use an Eagle Apache
carbine because an Apache takes a thirty-shot mag and only weighs nine
pounds. The Armlite only takes a five-round magazine. With thrirty shots,
our totally fucked hero could go the length of the mahogany row and take
out every vice-president with cartridge left over for each director.
Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice
person.
~FIGHT CLUB~
Chuck Palahniuk is God.
*The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to \the Seventh Level of Hell!\*
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
*Level**Score**Purgatory* (Repenting Believers)*Very Low**Level 1 - Limbo* (Virtuous Non-Believers)*Very Low**Level 2* (Lustful)*High**Level 3* (Gluttonous)*Low**Level 4* (Prodigal and Avaricious)*Low**Level 5* (Wrathful and Gloomy)*Very High**Level 6 - The City of Dis* (Heretics)*Very High**Level 7* (Violent)*Extreme**Level 8- the Malebolge* (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)*High**Level 9 - Cocytus* (Treacherous)*High*
*Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test*
BDSM:
Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & submission, and Sadomasochism
More than fun in bed. It's a way of life.
paper.
I say, it sounds like some dangerous psychotic killer wrote this,
and this buttoned-down schizophrenic could probably go over the edge at any
moment in the working day and stalk from office to office with an Armalite
AR-180 carbine gas-operated semiautomatic.
My boss just looks at me.
The guy, I say, is probably at home every night with a little
rattail file, filing a cross into the tip of every one of his rounds. This
way, when he shows up to work one morning and pumps a round into his
nagging, ineffectual, petty, whining, butt-sucking, candy-ass boss, that
one round will split along the filed grooves and spread open the way a
dumdum bullet flowers inside you to blow a bushel load of your stinking
guts out through your spine. Picture your gut chakra opening in a
slow-motion explosion of sausage-casing small intestine.
My boss takes the paper out from under my nose.
Go ahead, I say, read some more.
No really, I say, it sounds fascinating. The work of a totally
diseased mind.
And I smile. The little butthole-looking edges of the hole in my
cheek are the same blue-black as a dog’s gums. The skin stretched tight
across the swelling around my eyes feels varnished.
My boss just looks at me.
Let me help you, I say.
I say, the fourth rule of fight club is one fight at a time.
My boss look at the rules and then looks at me.
I say, the fifth rule is no shoes, no shirts in the fight.
My boss looks at the rules and looks at me.
Maybe, I say, this totally diseased fuck would use an Eagle Apache
carbine because an Apache takes a thirty-shot mag and only weighs nine
pounds. The Armlite only takes a five-round magazine. With thrirty shots,
our totally fucked hero could go the length of the mahogany row and take
out every vice-president with cartridge left over for each director.
Tyler’s words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice
person.
~FIGHT CLUB~
Chuck Palahniuk is God.
*The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to \the Seventh Level of Hell!\*
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
*Level**Score**Purgatory* (Repenting Believers)*Very Low**Level 1 - Limbo* (Virtuous Non-Believers)*Very Low**Level 2* (Lustful)*High**Level 3* (Gluttonous)*Low**Level 4* (Prodigal and Avaricious)*Low**Level 5* (Wrathful and Gloomy)*Very High**Level 6 - The City of Dis* (Heretics)*Very High**Level 7* (Violent)*Extreme**Level 8- the Malebolge* (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)*High**Level 9 - Cocytus* (Treacherous)*High*
*Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test*
BDSM:
Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & submission, and Sadomasochism
More than fun in bed. It's a way of life.
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That's right, there's no getting out of it this time!
This is the start of a full-scale Hug O' War!
So hug everyone you know!
Hug your friends, your enemies, everyone!
With all the other forwards out there,
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The hug is my favorite sign of affection.
It can mean so much, and many things at the same time.
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