⚡The magical mind of Badbean⚡
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I want to go play some messed up games like happy wheels. However, to do that correctly I need a soundtrack to do it to. Here's what I want from you guys. I need some fucked up music. If you have seen the superhero movie "kickass", then think the music that plays while the little girl is fighting. It's the type of upbeat crazy music that inspires insanity.
Examples: Nyan cat and that sail away song from the girl with the dragon tattoo movie. -
Wolf like me- TV on the Radio
Wait do you want some REALLY FUCKED UP STUFF? Like endless void and melancholy that makes you feel alive? -
Guess not! 😜
Here's a consolation price!
YouTube "the caretaker". Have fun trying to sleep guys! -
💚Gяз̶͠з̕η̕Μα̴η̨ wrote:
While that isn't the exact form of music I was looking for, that was an excellent song.Wolf like me- TV on the Radio
Wait do you want some REALLY FUCKED UP STUFF? Like endless void and melancholy that makes you feel alive? -
Plants are conspiring against us. Vines, crazy mouth flowers, poisonous delicious looking fruit, and trees. Trees fit in this category for one all important reason. Trees just don't give a shit. If a tree wants to do something trees do it. Whether its defying gravity and growing sideways, or eating a stop sign(if you haven't seen the photo it's insanely funny). Any ways, trees specificly hate me. I've been hit by a falling tree branch on 3 separate occasions. I think Gaia has it out for me. Even worse a baby tree decided to grow right in between the handle bars of my lawn feeder in the middle of August. We only use it during summer. The tree clearly meticulously planned its assault to grow for 7 months without us having to use the seeder. It's right outside my window, laughing at me.
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You know, I've never really understood the practicality of some methods of working out. My most ponderous thought is regarding bench press. Bench press, for those of you who have been stuck in a Chilean mine for your whole life, is the act of laying down and pressing a weighted metal stick up and down as many times as possible before you put it on a hook or you inadvertently drop the bar and crush your throat or ribcage. Keep in mind many people are holding up to 600lbs above your most vital of organs. I understand you are strengthening many muscles at once making it efficient for muscle gain, but here's the thing. When are you going to use that specific motion?
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Did the hulk just flip a car on top of you? If so, you may have more problems than just lifting the car considering the fact that super people clearly exist in your world, meaning that there is quite possibly an evil super villain in your immediate vicinity with some form of death ray.
Are you covered in women that are attracted to your unnaturally muscular physique and have to get to work, so you bench press the ladies off of you? If that's the case good on you and keep on keeping on with the bench press. Generally though, unless something falls on you, you have no need to bench press anything, ever. Curls are understandable for lifting and pull ups are acceptable due to any form of climbing, but bench press has no practical application. As well, don't say bench press helps with pushups because they are essentially the same exact work out. -
You know those smoky the bear commercials with the piano playing and all. Well, whenever I hear that, I take it as a challenge to create an on the spot tune. I would tell you the one I just did, but... it wasn't that great this time. Not in the sense that it didn't work, it did match the tune, but the lyrics were basicly elementary psychobabble. If I'm on my game I can weave an intricate story of love won and lost in that 30 seconds. Some stuff that would reduce even the hardest of men to tears at the unequivocal beauty and sense of loss in the song.
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Permindex is a company founded in 1952 in Switzerland.
This company is interesting for many reasons.
>>They were implicated in partly funding the assassination attempt of French president Charles du Gaulle in 1962.>>It was later found to be a CIA front by a Italian government investigation.
>>the list of initial board members in 1958, were as follows, as taken from wikipedia, and other verified sourced.
- Louis Bloomfield, Lawyer, President
-Ferenc Nagy, former anti-Communist Prime Minister Hungarian
-Georgio Mantello aka George Mantello aka George Mandel, alleged "rescuer" of Jewish refugees and official founder of PERMINDEX
-Roy Marcus Cohn, US lawyer for Senator Joseph McCarthy, Lionel Corporation
-Joseph Bonanno, Mafia figure, Lionel Corporation
-Jean Menu de Ménil, owner of Schlumberger Limitel
-Paul Raigorodsky -
Count Guitierez di Spadafora, Undersecretary of Agriculture for Benito Mussolini
-Hans Seligman, Basel, Switzerland banker
-Carlo d'Amelio, Italian Lawyer, Head Consul for Centro Mondiale Commerciale (CMC)
-Max Hageman, newspaper editor National Zeitung Munich
-Munir Chourbagi, uncle to King Farouk of Egypt
-Giuseppe Zigotti, Italian Fascist
-Ferenc H. Simonfay, Major-General in Hungary and Nazi collaborator
-Clay Shaw, New Orleans International Trade Mart
-JFK spoke at Dallas International Trade Mart an hour before assassination.
From just glancing at the list you see alot of notable figures. One I find most interesting are Roy Marcus Cohn. Focus on him -
This needs to be continued at once. At once.
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🌾ᏦᎻᎪᏞ🌾 wrote:
I had a couple ones written but I ruled them out for being unfunny. Still working on a good one.This needs to be continued at once. At once.
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You know this started out as a diary thread, and ended up as more of a ranting thread. I'm going to try to go back to my roots. I figure those roots were sweet and awesome like a potato, and not a beet. Beets are just a damn let down when you think about it. When I see red I think of bursting with beautiful delicious succulent flavor, then when you bite into a beet you taste a slightly sweet nothingness that makes you just question the point of life. Beets' colour is false advertisement, and I intend to sue! The farmers growing the should be making a more delectable root such as the all knowing potato atleast, even carrots would do.
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Today, 8:55 am:
I was going into the laundry room to get a new pillow case before I went to sleep(nothing happened to any previous one, I just never used a pillowcase), and I noticed a spider web. This was odd to me because we had just cleaned out a room to paint, and it was quite literally a spider holocaust. We killed atleast 15, including 2 eggsacs( easily one of the more terrifying things I ever observed closely, the thing was literally pulsating with baby spiders; I wanted to pop it to watch all the little spider enter the world, but my sister didn't think that was a good idea and by that I mean she screamed at me until I crushed the sac). I wonder if killing the sacs makes me a serial killer in the spider world, if so I hope I get a cool Codename on their Spider'S Most Wanted show. Like Bean the Basher or the Slaughterer of Sacs(I really hope no female serial killer is ever, ever named that). -
Anyways, back to the spider I saw in the laundry room. I observed it for awhile and realized it must have just constructed its web, and seeing it survived the insurmountable slaughter of its bretheren, I decided to let it live. Though I cannot determine its gender, I have decided to name it Wilfred. I have plans for Wilfred, I hope to catch a fly and give it to him as a form of reparations; then after several flies, I shall attempt to tame him. After successfully taming him, I figure I am only a few generations of spiders away from having my own cult of spider minions. While I have no idea what exactly I can do with said spiders, I have always wanted a hammock made of spiderwebs.
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Today, now:
While writing these posts, it seems my movie I was watching has ended and a new one has begun. I was oblivious to that until now, and I realize it's one of those cheesy porn-parodies. Its like batman, but instead there is a woman in a tight latex suit. The suit is slightly altered. Oh and the plot and dialogue are terrible.
Holy shit, sorry guys, it turns out that was Halle Berry in Catwoman. Whoops. Anne Hathoway was a much sexier feline female. -
Today in the sauna:
Saunas and iPhones don't mix well I've heard. Something about being surrounded with hyper saturated blistering air seems to make iPhones and their ilk sweat(see what I did there...yeah I know it's a bad joke 😞). Anyways, so I can still do things with my iPhone, I put it in a plastic bag to protect it.
A guy walks into the sauna, and he states at me for some time and eventually asks what's up with the bag? Usually, when somebody asks what I interpret as a dumb question, I'll give them an extremely sarcastic answer, but this question seemed legitimate so I answered with the explaination I gave y'all.
Here is the on I wanted to give(I was going for atleast a 9 on the WTF meter with this): -
Germs, germs everywhere, germs on the machines, germs on the wood, germs on you. The germs are coming for me. I can't run fast enough. The computer tells me the most germ prolific place is my phone, so Isolation is my only answer. It begs to breathe, but I decline because it is what the germs want me to do. I come here to incinerate and drown the germs on my skin(the irony in this bit of the speech is that the locker room and sauna are the most germ-centric place in a gym). The germs don't like it here, and I don't like germs; therefore I like it here. Did you know germs affect 57% of people in their lifetime? I refuse to part of the majority! (Then I would sneeze and then scream, afterwards I would run out of the sauna in a panicked manner.
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😂😂😂 spiderweb hammock = win
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🔰࿈Ᏸลอ🔥Ᏸεαη࿈🔰 wrote:
im from NYC, we say "ay yo" "yo" "whats up" "hey boys" and some say "y'all" and thats all to address groups of peopleAs a side note, I have a British friend who calls the parking lot a car park. Why the hell would you call it that. There is nothing fun about a parking lot. When you say car park I picture the stupid cars from the chevron commercials living it up at a carnival.
Also, why do northerners not say y'all. You guys just sounds dumb. "Hey you guys" just sounds like your in a 90s television show. Speaking of 90s shows Boy Meets World was da shit when I was young. That one hoes name was Tapanga. What director made that decision. Yeah we're gonna have a main character whose name is so original it sounds like it was invented up by a director, genius. -
Today, 10:15pm:
I shit you not I met a pimp at taco bell. Im sitting there eating a lacklusterly(is that a word? If not it is now), made burrito. The burrito was 1/4 of the advertised size, and the green sauce was leaking from every crevice of the burrito like some sort of rest stop bathroom. Anyways, I over hear the guy saying some stuff like, "yeah I want some chili sauce on it, brown like me, ya understand." This caused me to look over and I'll describe to you what I saw:
An African American man around his mid 40s in a black and white full pinstripe suit, including matching hat and cane; he also wore shiny(I believe alligator hide) shoes, that you could practically see your reflection in. I'm only assuming he uses his shoes like a mechanic uses the mirror to check the undercarriage of the vehicle(in this case he would be checking a different type of undercarriage). -
Anyways, his garb, although unusual, did not force me to think pimp. I thought he just liked to dress nicely at Taco Bell. I've done stranger things.
Continuing on with my meal, I finish and am leaving when I hear, "my brother!"
Keep in mind I'm a 17 year old white male who as you can tell from my thread is sort of odd. I turn around and begin to have one of the oddest conversations in my life.
(I would like to note I had 1000 more words written after this but when I went to copy it I accidentally hit return and deleted the whole thing, I'm going to rewrite it, but I would just like y'all to know that currently I'm staring at my phone in a passive aggressive rage.) -
Now I'm angry it happened again this time I wasn't writing for a minute and my iPhone shut off. Then, when I opened it the page reloaded, thus losing everything I wrote. I try to do stuff on notepad but most of this is spontaneous, so I feel the notes just hamper my thought process.
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Ahh, memories... This post feels more than a year old. I remembered it after ranting to one of my friends, and I realized I was just reusing one of these rants. Good times, good times.
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Nice to see ya Bad Bean!
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☠ÐɪmƝͣƖͩSͩHєʀ☠ wrote:
It is indeed!Nice to see ya Bad Bean!
Bean my old friend, how did you discover that your pimp guy at Taco Bell was a pimp anyway? You never told us that detail 😱😉
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тʊʀғᵃ wrote:
Aww man, I forgot all about him, but reading that jogs my memory. I rage quit the whole thing after having that post screwed thrice more times for random reasons. Ill do my best to recount since I left y'all hanging( 45 week cliffhanger for the win).☠ÐɪmƝͣƖͩSͩHєʀ☠ wrote:
It is indeed!Nice to see ya Bad Bean!
Bean my old friend, how did you discover that your pimp guy at Taco Bell was a pimp anyway? You never told us that detail 😱😉
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If I remember correctly( this is key here because his phrasing was what made it so great), he repeats "my brother, my brother." (I am a Texan and as was he, so imagine this in a creole/Texan accent, slight slur(he was buzzed I believe)).
I replied, "yes"
"Keepin it young?" He slithers(not a typical verb for speech but I know no better way to describe it. His words weren't eerie, scary, etc. but they had a flow to them. A flow that made it seem like one word not 3, like that clown handkerchief which you inexplicably ties itself together)
I respond "doin' my best" (don't be too liberal with that texan accent here, I don't ride a horse to school! I live in the city and not one of those single small rolling tumbleweed western towns. My town has at least 4 tumbleweeds and they are of medium size at the smallest( imagine a large 5-year-old rolling down a street). -
😂😂😂😂👍
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Anyways...
He replies, "brother, you gotta do it" (he gives his woman he's there with a hair gostle at this time which just adds to my confusion).
"Yeah, I know man" (I in fact know just as little of what he is talking about as I know what goes into taco bell's "Chicken burrito" which I am currently really hope come soon so I have a reason to exit this conversation(spoiler alert: it takes awhile)).
He shakes his head, " you know you gotta keep it young brother, women help" (his "girlfriend" shakes her head approvingly")
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