ellauri020.html on line 247: Katrinka laughed, and like every other man, Franta [yx sybikaalisesti urhea rallikuski, Kimi Räikkösen näköinen pikkumies lippis väärinpäin] found the sound of it completely captivating. The looks of her big boobs perfectly erectile too, most likely. Didnt even register that she was 8 months pregnant. What a fairy tale.
ellauri028.html on line 198: Apparently man is a selfish prick that can't think for himself and relies on "outside influences". He is a chameleon. He is nothing but a mere machine. Well, at least according to Twain. Man is a fraud and only lives for himself. He is really driving home this point that everyone is selfish and acts out of selfish needs (big surprise?), even if viewed (publicly and personally) as a self-sacrificing person. My question is; who cares? If the end result is the same, what does the actions matter. Let's say, saving a woman from a burning house. Twain says you do this out of making yourself feel good and avoiding the pain of not saving the woman, nothing else; the woman comes second to your own need of feeling good. But regardless of how it makes you feel, you still saved the woman in the end. The good is still done, even though you did it for yourself. Forget how the action was achieved. What does it matter if we refer to this as "self sacrificing" or "selfishness". Answer me this question, Twain! THE ACTION REMAINS THE SAME!!!.... I feel this must have been written during a time when everyone was going around smugly proclaiming to be self-sacrificing do-gooders and self-proclaimed religious nuts while really being shitty people; which had to be the most annoying thing ever. I guess it feels a bit outdated and I think people who naively go around claiming that they are "self-sacrificing do-gooders" are simply laughed at in our post modern times as smug assholes who need to get off their high horse (high horse? who owns a fucking horse nowadays, anyways?). I feel it is pretty accepted now that those who do good are doing them for their own selfish gains and the view of acceptance by others, at least I think this is the case. I don't know cause I don't know do-gooders, everyone I know (including myself) are dicks and more concerned with their celluar phones and creating social dating websites on the internet in vain attempts to pick up chicks only to drink alone and desperately spend several hours harassing women on social dating sites until one, out of pity, decides to respond to your 50 private messages, which then they foolishly decides to set up a date with you; only for you to be disappointed and stood up; which results in more drinking and paying a "dancer" to give you a hand job behind the goodwill on a Saturday night....
ellauri046.html on line 931: And Fair-Rohtraut laughed:
ellauri050.html on line 262: I laughed in the morning’s eyes. Mä nauroin aamun silmille.
ellauri052.html on line 796: `Certainly it is,' said Gerald. Then he laughed pleasantly, adding: `It's rather wonderful to me.' He stretched out his arms handsomely.
ellauri052.html on line 810: Gerald laughed in his throat, and said:
ellauri052.html on line 816: `I don't know,' laughed Gerald.
ellauri052.html on line 840: Birkin laughed. He was looking at the handsome figure of the other man, blond and comely in the rich robe, and he was half thinking of the difference between it and himself -- so different; as far, perhaps, apart as man from woman, yet in another direction. But really it was Ursula, it was the woman who was gaining ascendance over Birkin´s being, at this moment. Gerald was becoming limp again, lapsing out of him.
ellauri083.html on line 669: Abraham couldn’t keep himself contained, “Abraham fell on his face and laughed, and said to himself, ‘Shall a child be born to a man who is a hundred years old? Shall Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?'”
ellauri083.html on line 673: Sarah had a similar reaction to the news, “Sarah laughed to herself, saying, ‘After I have grown old, and my husband is old, shall I have pleasure?’” (Genesis 18:12) God caught her laughing, but “Sarah denied, saying, ‘I did not laugh’; for she was afraid. He said, ‘No, but you did laugh’” (Genesis 18:15). You can’t pull a fast one on God! But God can pull a fast one on you! That's the diff!
ellauri092.html on line 102: In November 1882 when he spoke at Cambridge University he was filled with great anxiety as this educational centre for Britain’s aristocratic and wealthy youth had a reputation of unparalleled riotous behaviour. That first night at a Zoom meeting Moody spoke on ‘the Spirit’s power service.’ The university vicar Handley Moule was somewhat nervous. The young C.T. Studd (the same guy who impressed J.R.Mott with his biceps) greatly doubted ‘if this Yankee was up to the task.’ The first mission night on the Monday had 1,700 students in attendance. As Sankey sang his sacred Hymns they jeered, laughed and shouted. When Sankey finished he was near to tears. As Moody preached on Daniel in the lions den (how appropriate) again they laughed, shouted and did all in their power to disturb him. He maintained his calm. By the end of the week at least 200 students had accepted a check from the speaker. Amongst them was a main ‘ringette player’ who later assumed missionary position in China and was the first lady Bishop of King Kong. Out of this mission came The Cambridge Seven, missionaries who made a lot of dough. This campaign had huge proceeds that also leeched the youth of the whole nation.
ellauri110.html on line 1121: Uncle was Prince K, a doddering and decrepit old fop who has come into money and who is paying a visit to the provinces. Maria Alexandrovna decides to try to marry off her beautiful young daughter Zenaida to him, but the whole town has had a snootful of her and tries to buck her plans at every turn. Still, she manages to come out in the end after a series of reverses. Not for nothing does Dosto compare her (too)xo to Napoleon Bonaparte. Dosto bore a grudge to the French and English because they had laughed at his accent. Napoleon and Shakespeare, damn the lot.
ellauri117.html on line 294: `Certainly it is,' said Gerald. Then he laughed pleasantly, adding: `It's rather wonderful to me.' He stretched out his arms handsomely.
ellauri117.html on line 308: Gerald laughed in his throat, and said:
ellauri117.html on line 314: `I don't know,' laughed Gerald.
ellauri117.html on line 338: Birkin laughed. He was looking at the handsome figure of the other man, blond and comely in the rich robe, and he was half thinking of the difference between it and himself -- so different; as far, perhaps, apart as man from woman, yet in another direction. But really it was Ursula, it was the woman who was gaining ascendance over Birkin´s being, at this moment. Gerald was becoming limp again, lapsing out of him.
ellauri156.html on line 345: We may weary of taking up our cross and begin to take up ourselves or our same-sex significant other as our highest cause. We may back off in the area of separation, having become weary of being laughed at for our Christian principles. We may keep quiet, rather than bear witness to our faith, lest we be rejected by our peers. We may hold off from rebuking a fellow-believer, who is falling into sin, because the last time we tried it was very messy. We may get fed up with getting whacked every time we admonish fellow non-believers. When we retreat from the battle, a plunge is not far away.
ellauri160.html on line 52: So bashful that I dared not smile, I never laughed, being bashful.
ellauri160.html on line 55: But at fifteen I straightened my brows and laughed, At fifteen I stopped scowling,
ellauri184.html on line 781: The characters in the book are fascinating; my Jesuits friends and I laughed and enjoy this book. There were no doubts in our head by the end of the book. We did not feel like it shook our religion or affected the way we perceived God. This book was after all under fiction so everyone that is easily offended stay away from this book and stop complaining about blasphemy and crying around like little kids. Saramago is a Nobel price winner and foremost a grown man that is entitled to his own opinions. This one of his finest, if not the best, of his book in my opinion, a must read. Of course he is dead by now.
ellauri197.html on line 126: Flinging from his arms I laughed Mä laukkasin sen kyydissä
ellauri197.html on line 130: And laughed upon his breast to think Mä nauroin sen mahan päällä
ellauri241.html on line 651: ´Twas Apollonius: something too he laughed, Se oli Apollonius: jotain myös hän naureskeli
ellauri247.html on line 423: Linda Marshall - Not entirely true; Pope was smitten with LMWM but she rejected his advances (in fact she laughed at him because he was a cripple). After that he became a bitter enemies and both Pope and Lady Mary wrote vicious satirical poems about each other! But I´m a huge admirer of Pope´s work and as usual it´s superbly written. Although he never married, he had many female friends to whom he wrote witty letters, including Lady Mary Wortley Montagu. It has been alleged that his lifelong friend Martha Blount was his lover. His friend William Cheselden said, according to Joseph Spence, "I could give a more particular account of Mr. Pope's health than perhaps any man. Cibber's slander (of carnosity, abrmal fleshy protrusion growing on any part of the body) is false. He had been gay, but left that way of life upon his acquaintance with Mrs. B."
ellauri276.html on line 1060: He turned himself round and he laughed in a joke, Hän kääntyi ympäri ja nauroi vitsillä:
ellauri276.html on line 1128: And the master he looked and he laughed at the joke Ja isäntää hän katsoi ja hän nauroi vitsille
ellauri276.html on line 1170: He turned himself round and he laughed at the joke Hän kääntyi ympäri ja nauroi vitsille
ellauri276.html on line 1210: He turned himself round and he laughed at his joke Hän kääntyi ympäri ja nauroi vitsilleen
ellauri276.html on line 1250: Then he turned to one side and he laughed at the joke, Sitten hän kääntyi toiselle puolelle ja nauroi vitsille:
ellauri334.html on line 298: And in the gospel of Judas, non canonical of course, are two words you won’t find in the canonical or apocryphal Bibles “Jesus laughed.” I may be alone, but I like to picture Jesus laughing on the cross. And his fellow felon whistling a merry tune. All three hanging singing in unison. I’m sure He needs to from time to time.
xxx/ellauri056.html on line 42: Keväällä 2022 Ukrainan selkkauxen aikana löytyi Häpylän lainaston poistohyllystä alkuperäisteos Five go off to concentration camp, jonka kannessa Georgina kazoo ahdistuneena kun Dickin aavejuna syöxyy pimeään tunneliin. Siitä selvisi, että loppuvizeissä Timmy the dog thumped his tail hard on the ground. Julian, Dick, George and Ann laughed hard and Dick thumped his dick happily into Georgina's tail.
xxx/ellauri059.html on line 387: hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,
xxx/ellauri136.html on line 114: I laughed at the person who claimed that liberals were literate and educated. That’s good, if the definition of “literate” and “educated” is “they read what they want to see” and “learn nonsense.” Say what you will, the Harry Potter universe is fundamentally flawed, and I can see why liberals like it so much:
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 279: It didn't matter how many times I asked him to repeat a joke, I laughed as though it was the first time I'd ever heard it. He said I was like a goldfish who, by the time it had swum a lap round its small bowl of water, had forgotten what it had just seen and believed it to be all new again. No wonder he loved me.
xxx/ellauri138.html on line 280: When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, Philip came to the hospital and I called him a brave soldier. He sat on a plastic chair beside my bed and told more of his doctor and nurse jokes. I laughed despite myself. When the doctors came on their rounds after his first visit, I commanded a new respect. Word had spread and specialists who had previously answered my questions with no more than a dismissive wave of their hand were suddenly very attentive.
xxx/ellauri149.html on line 415: It probably originates from the old days, when the homosexuality taboo was serious enough that every gay pairing was considered a Crack Pairing, so when authors wrote same-sex characters as very intimate with each other, audiences largely accepted that they were just very good friends, and moved on, or when authors wrote outright references to homosexuality, most just laughed at the sheer absurdity of the thought.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 390: “The bourgeois appreciates?” Papa laughed big and drank his grappa and picked up the walking stick. The two Americans sat drinking their grappas at the bar. One had taped up glasses and the other had messy grey-flaked hair. The one with the glasses listened closely. The other just drank.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 412: The Americans at the bar listened and drank grappas. Four women entered the bar and joked loudly behind the Americans who didn't seem to notice. They shook and laughed and they smelled good but their voices were crass. Two of them smoked and the room got smokier than before.
xxx/ellauri179.html on line 420: “A large family.” Papa laughed.
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 314: enjoying every moment. The bride laughed when I
xxx/ellauri200.html on line 325: When I said I didn't know, he laughed it off.
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 463: And feared to touch him with my tears, and laughed; Pelkäsin koskettaa sitä kyynelilläni, ja nauroin;
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 481: Who fright the gods frighted not him; he laughed
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 659: Weeps; whereat Helen, having laughed, weeps too,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2103: Colour the clouds; so laughed she from pure heart,
xxx/ellauri251.html on line 2187: Laugh with lips filled, and laughed again for love?
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 257: Suddenly she grabbed my knee. “Sammy,” she said, “do you think that Alice and I are lesbians?” I had a genuine hot curl of fire up my spine. “I don’t see that it’s anybody’s business one way or another,” I said. “Do you care whether we are,” she asked. “Not in the least,” I said. I was suddenly dripping wet. “Are you queer or gay or different or ‘of it’ as the French say or whatever they are calling it nowadays,” she said, looking narrowly at me. I waggled my hand sidewise. “Both ways,” I said. “I don’t see why I should go through life limping on just one leg to satisfy a so-called norm.” “It bothers a lot of people,” Gertrude said. “But like you said, it’s nobody’s business, it came from the Judeo-Christian ethos, especially Saint Paul the bastard, but he was complaining about youngsters who were not really that way, they did it for money, everybody suspects us or knows but nobody says anything about it. Did Thornie tell you?” “Only when I asked him a direct question and then he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t want to at all. He said yes he supposed in the beginning but that it was all over now.” Gertrude laughed. “How could he know. He doesn’t know what love is. And that’s just like Thornie.”
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