The_scorpion
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call me un-edgy and everything, but a single non-retarded women in fiction wouldn't hurt. (doesn't mean she can't be hot, really)
call me un-edgy and everything, but a single non-retarded women in fiction wouldn't hurt. (doesn't mean she can't be hot, really)
she's a mary sue, no? mary sues also fall under the retarded category.
As for the portraits, i wonder what would your reaction be to all the male ones having prominent dick bulges and maybe a testicle peeking out.
I don't care. You have to understand that boobs are more aesthetically pleasing than hairy testicles, though and that's why they are put in. My dick is fucking ugly. This is by the way not some indoctrinated social code maintained by the mysoginist patriarchy. Even the oldest cultures found tits&ass to be so important that they literally worshipped them. Humans like tits. It's that simple.
she's a mary sue, no? mary sues also fall under the retarded category.
i have no idea what that means.
http://i.imgur.com/kvYyd.jpgfigurine-phalluses.jpg
use the internet luke
Your definition of humanity seems to exclude anyone who isn't a heterosexual male but if you say so.
Maybe it's because it's too small :D ?I don't care. You have to understand that boobs are more aesthetically pleasing than hairy testicles, though and that's why they are put in. My dick is fucking ugly.
So this is why you insist on making your own engine... I see. Everything is clear now.I'd support more characters onscreen sporting hardons during combat. Is it too much of a stretch to call no homo after saying that?
So, "women" of the codex, do you agree?I am very sorry to inform you most of us want to sleep around, have fun, get the hot guy with the nice bod to walk him like a pet in front of all our friends, spend four hours a day in the gym and then dress likea sluta Kpop idol to show around the results, etc, instead. *shrug*
seriously, I can guess your answer but I want to see you justify "most"
Though the balls have no hair on them, I'll give you that
oh shitThe Kanamara Matsuri is centered around a local penis-venerating shrine once popular among prostitutes who wished to pray for protection from sexually transmitted diseases. It is said that there are also divine protections for business prosperity and for the clan's prosperity; and for easy delivery, marriage, and married-couple harmony.
Today, the festival has become something of a tourist attraction and is used to raise money for HIV research.
Kunga Legpai Zangpo (1455 - 1529), was also known by other names such as Drukpa Kunley, Drukpa Kunleg and "The Divine Madman of the Dragon Lineage".
The Tantric Buddhist Master Drukpa Kunley is one of Tibet's foremost saints and yogis and the patron saint of Bhutan. He belongs to the Drukpa (Dragon) school of Tibetan Buddhism established by Tilopa, Naropa, Marpa and Milarepa. Well known to common Tibetans through the oral tradition of legends and songs, as well as to scholars and mystics through his biographies, he is greatly loved by all the people of Tibet as an enlightened master and an exponent of 'crazy wisdom'. He taught through outrageous behavior and ribald humor in order to awaken the people he met to a higher awareness free from conventional morality and self-obsession. In particular he took his female friends and disciples along the path of sexual desire and relationship to free them from attachment to the illusory world and to awaken their buddha-nature.
Drukpa Kunley's anecdotes are ribald beyond belief. Wherever he went he carried his 'divine thunderbolt of wisdom' (his penis) before him. It penetrated the mysteries of life as it did willing virgins. The bawdy tales of fornication and copious intake of chung wine are interspersed with words of wisdom, advice on how to square one's karma, escape the vicious circle of samsara (birth, death and rebirth) and attain nirvana. The god-fearing but high-living Lama Drukpa Kunley sums up his philosophy: "The best chung wine lies at the bottom of the pail / And Happiness lies below the navel."
Converting Demons with his Thunderbolt
The Lama Kunga Legpa decided to go to bind the Demon of Wong Gomsarkha (in the Thimphu district), who was threatening to exterminate the people of that area. From an inaccessible hiding place high up the valley, this venomous Serpent Demon had terrorize the inhabitants living on the terraces by the river, carrying them off at night, until only one old woman remained. Kunley entered the demon's territory and lay down using his bow and arrows and long sword as a pillow; he placed a pot of tsampa beside him, sucked in his stomach, smeared tsampa on his behind, and gave himself an erection. Lying on his back, he relaxed and awaited the demon, who was not long in coming.
'Adzi! Adzi! exclaimed the demon. 'What is this? I have never seen anything like it! But perhaps it's edible.' He called loudly to his Elemental Slaves, who immediately descended upon the area in inconceivable numbers like flies on rotten meat. Some of them thought the body was dead, and others thought it was still living.
'We had better not eat it if we don't know what it is,' said the Phuya Fiend. 'The body is warm, so it cannot be dead; it isn't breathing, so it is not alive; there's tsampa in that pot, so it can't have died of starvation; its belly is empty, so it couldn't have died of over-eating; there are weapons under its head, so it's unlikely it died of fear; its penis is still erect, so it must have been alive recently; it has worms in its anus, so it couldn't have died today. Whatever it is, it looks unhealthy for us. We should leave it alone.'
'Whatever we do,' said the Serpent Demon, 'we should eat the old woman today. Let's meet at her door at nightfall.' Agreeing upon this plan, they dispersed.
The Lama arose and went straight to the old woman's house. 'How are you, old lady?' he greeted her.
'You are welcome,' she replied, 'but I am desperate,'
'What's the matter?' the Lama consoled her. 'Tell me about it.'
'Once I was wealthy,' she told him, 'but since no Buddha or Adept has ever set foot in this poor outlandish valley, the demons have run amuck and devoured both men and cattle. I myself do not expect to live through this coming night. You are a holy man and need not stay here. Go away while you can or you will be eaten alive. Tomorrow, if I am not here, you can take anything of value from the house to support yourself or to distribute amongst the poor.' Thus she made her will.
'Things aren't as bad as they seem,' the Lama told her. 'I will stay with you here tonight.
'Do you have any chung?'
'I had a little but the petty gods and demons stole the moisture,' she replied. 'I don't know whether there is any taste remaining in the grain.'
'Bring the grain and I'll see,' he said.
He was drinking when night fell and the demons arrived at the door. When they began pounding upon it the old woman began screaming in paroxysms of fear.
'You stay up here,' the Lama directed. 'I'll take care of this.'
Down below, he took his erect penis in his hand and thrust it through the hole in the door which was big enough to take a fist, and as a Flaming Thunderbolt of Wisdom it rammed into the Serpent Demon's gaping red mouth knocking out four teeth above and four teeth below.
'Something hit me in the mouth!' screamed the demon wildly, and fled down the terraces of the river valley until he came to the cave called Lion Victory-Banner, where a nun called Lotus Samadhi was sitting deep in meditation. 'Naljorpa! Something weird hit me in the mouth,' he stormed breathlessly.
'Well, what was it, and where did it come from?' she enquired.
'It was at the old woman of Gomsarkha's house. A strange man who was neither a layman nor a monk hit me with a flaming iron hammer,' panted the demon.
'You have been hit by a magical device,' the nun told him. 'That kind of wound never heals. If you doubt me look at this.' She raised her skirt and opened her legs. 'This wound was caused by the same weapon. There is no way to heal it.'
The demon put his finger to it and raised it to his nose. 'Akha! kha! This wound has gone putrid, and I suppose mine will go the same way,' he moaned. 'What should I do?'
'Listen to me and 1 will tell you,' the nun told him. 'Go back to the man who hit you. He will still be there. His name is Drukpa Kunley. Offer him your life, and vow never to harm living creatures again. Then perhaps you may be cured.'
The demon took this advice, and returned to the house where the Lama awaited him. He prostrated before the Lama, and said, 'I am yours to command. I offer you my life.'
The Lama placed his Thunderbolt upon the demon's head and ordained him as a layman, binding him with the lesser vows.' He gave him the name Ox-Devil, and invested him as a Reality Protector. Even today he is the Master of Gomsakha, and offering' is still made to him.
Ascending from the Lhangtso river valley, the Lama saw the terrifying form of the Lhadzong Demoness approaching him dressed in absurd, unconventional clothing. He immediately erected his Flaming Thunderbolt of Wisdom in the sky and she, unable to bear the sight of that magical tower, changed herself into a Venomous Serpent. The Lama stepped upon her head and the creature was petrified. It can still be seen today in the middle of the main road.
Not enough teeth-brushing fetishes for you?Fuck. This thread.
that really sounds sufficient, no need to edit more stuff in