Hahaha Quotes

What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are.

They laugh. What’s so fucking funny? I want to say. But I don’t. I laugh with them. Ha. Haha. Hahaha.

Ganito pala yung feeling.. haha… eto pala yung na-feel mo nung ginawa ko sayo dati.. hahaha.. nasaktan ka.. nasaktan ako.. pero bakit parang mas masakit yung sakin..

Won't you need my help with the cache?' Fitz asked her. It felt very good to tell him, 'I don't see why.' Ro snickered.

Spread love and understanding,” Reacher said. “Use force if necessary.

Don't worry chief,"said foaly,"It's like riding a unicorn,you never forget.

Hua Cheng said woefully, “Gege, although I’m happy you’re so happy, but, is it really that funny?” Xie Lian hugged his belly. “Of course! Only after having met you did I rediscover that it’s such a simple thing to be happy, hahaha…

Because the purpose of feminism isn’t to make a particular type of woman. The idea that there are inherently wrong and inherently right “types” of women is what’s screwed feminism for so long — this belief that “we” wouldn’t accept slaggy birds, dim birds, birds that bitch, birds that hire cleaners, birds that stay at home with their kids, birds that have pink Mini Metros with POWERED BY FAIRY DUST! bumper stickers, birds in burkas or birds that like to pretend, in their heads, that they’re married to Zach Braff from Scrubs and that you sometimes have sex in an ambulance while the rest of the cast watch and, latterly, clap. You know what? Feminism will have all of you. What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are.

Ed, "I hate deserts. There is nothing but sand *collapses* If there was some grass I could turn it into bread. I'm starving! Huh? Hey! Al' where'd you go? Al? Hey!" Al, "Down here! *Al's hand emerges from the sand beneath Ed and grabs Ed's leg*" Ed, "AHH!!" Al, "I sunk again. . ." (cut to later, after Ed dug Al out) Al, "I get full." Ed, "Full of what? *kicks Al and sand falls out of his chest plate and buries Ed*" Al, "Hahahaha. . .hahaha. . .haha. . . ha. . . *still laughing, inches away from Ed*" Ed, "*bursts out of sand and starts running after Al* Get back here!" Al, "What are you going to do?" Ed, "Nothing!" Al, "Than why are you chasing me?" Ed, "Stop and you'll find out!" Al, "I promise I won't get buried again!" Ed, "Not unless it's by me!" Al," Ed!" Ed, "Rrrrrrrrr!

Jason asked the question first "Why was the last strongest rank never to be found? is it weak or something? Hahaha

Banyak sekali orang yang doyan kopi tiwus ini. Bapak sendiri ndak ngerti kenapa. Ada yang bilang bikin seger, bikin tentrem, bikin sabar, bikin tenang, bikin kangen... hahaha! Macem-macem! Padahal kata Bapak sih biasa-biasa saja rasanya, Mas. Barangkali, memang kopinya yang ajaib. Bapak ndak pernah ngutak-ngutik, tapi berbuah terus. Dari kali pertama tinggal di sini, kopi itu sudah ada. Kalau 'tiwus' itu asalnya dari almarhumah anak gadis Bapak. waktu kecil dulu, tiap dia lihat bunga kopi di sini, dia suka ngomong 'tiwus-tiwus' gitu," dengan asyik Pak Seno mendongeng. Filosofi Kopi

By nature, it's impossible to describe enlightenment! How do you plan on sharing your enlightenment? Hahaha, that's impossible. Wake up! That'll be the end of the world if you ever succeed!

Don't let your teeth make you lose respect by permanently keeping them opened for the sake of being friendly.

Later, I remember to tell Ben about the girl. “Seconds!” I say, but he is unmoved. “People always talk about email and phones and how they alienate us from one another, but these sorts of fears about technology have always been with us,” he claims. When electricity was first introduced to homes, there were letters to the newspapers about how it would undermine family togetherness. Now there would be no need to gather around a shared hearth, people fretted. In 1903, a famous psychologist worried that young people would lose their connection to dusk and its contemplative moments. Hahaha! (Except when was the last time I stood still because it was dusk?)

To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: HAPPY CHRISTMAS Have you gotten used to the time difference? Bloody hell,I can't sleep. I'd call,but I don't know if you're awake or doing the family thing or what. The bay fog is so thick that I can't see out my window.But if I could, I am quite certain I'd discover that I'm the only person alive in San Francisco. To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: I forgot to tell you. Yesterday I saw a guy wearing an Atlanta Film Festival shirt at the hospital.I asked if he knew you,but he didn't.I also met an enormous,hair man in a cheeky Mrs. Claus getup. he was handing out gifts to the cancer patients.Mum took the attached picture. Do I always look so startled? To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: Are you awake yet? Wake up.Wake up wake up wake up. To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: re: Are you awake yet? I'm awake! Seany started jumping on my bed,like,three hours ago. We've been opening presents and eating sugar cookies for breakfast. Dad gave me a gold ring shaped like a heart. "For Daddy's sweetheart," he said. As if I'm the type of girl who'd wear a heart-shaped ring. FROM HER FATHER. He gave Seany tons of Star Wars stuff and a rock polishing kit,and I'd much rather have those.I can't beleive Mom invited him here for Christmas. She says it's because their divorce is amicable (um,no) and Seany and I need a father figure in our lives,but all they ever do is fight.This morning it was about my hair.Dad wants me to dye it back, because he thinks I look like a "common prostitute," and Mom wants to re-bleach it.Like either of them has a say. Oops,gotta run.My grandparents just arrived,and Granddad is bellowing for his bonnie lass.That would be me. P.S. Love the picture.Mrs. Claus is totally checking out your butt. And it's Merry Christmas, weirdo. To: Anna Oliphant From: Etienne St. Clair Subject: HAHAHA@ Was it a PROMISE RING? Did your father give you a PROMISE RING? To: Etienne St. Clair From: Anna Oliphant Subject: Re: HAHAHA! I am so not responding to that.

Ha-ha-ha! I never thought you'd be able to scare me like that! You've grown, Atsushi! The only way I knew how to reward you was by showing you my secret technique: Cardiac Arrest.

S. saw that you might need this. The helmets should block Aiden's hypnotic apsara stuff so no one does anything embarrassing... again >:) -N & S P.S. The tambourine? hahaha "Amazing," said Aru, crossing her arms. "Little sisters can troll you at any distance.

The hell I care with your flavor of the month?' Sabi ko. Yeah, yun yung girlfiend niya which I consider his flavor of the month. Or should I say, flavor of the week? Ang bilis niya kasing magpalit ng babae, well I'm the only exception! Hahaha!" - Arkisha

Another plum, another plum, another plum for me! Jocko shakes the cyber tree! Ah ha-ha-ha, Ah ha-ha-ha!

Hahaha!!!...I wish this veil of pretense could hide my habit of dodging quotes but dissapointingly,it doesn't,which is why,I know none yet.

I guess us folks in California are kind of straitlaced and old-fashioned." Hahaha, I thought on the way downstairs. I never thought I'd say those words with a straight face...

Want something true? - I killed god... ... Hahaha, look your face... you started believing me... whaterver to be honest god is the world best Illusion in this world "Matrix".

Hahaha... biar gaji habis, yang penting hati senang! Buat apa punya duit banyak kalo hati nggak senang. ... biar jauh terbentang jarak ini, tapi hati jangan sampai kauberi jarak, Pol...

So, just out of curiosity, how do you feel about the Amaros?" He cut his eyes at her. "The Amaros?" "Yeah, like Gavin…" "Did he ask you to ask me that? Because I swear to fuck, if he sent a 'Do you like me? Check yes or no' note with you, I'm gonna lose my shit.

Mrs. Tifton had cut off Jane’s ha-ha-ha before it even began. Lydia thought this was probably a good thing.

Once upon a time there was a garden, surrounded on all sides by a great, high fence. In that garden, an old demon ruled over thousands upon thousands of slaves. But the surprising thing was that the only sound ever to be heard within those high walls was the sound of merry laughter. Hahaha and hohoho, all year round-because of the laughing magic which the old demon had used on his slaves. "Why did he use such magic on them? To conceal his evil mistreatment of them, of course, and also to create a deception, saying, 'This is how happy the people in our garden are.' And that's also why he put the fences up, so that the people in other gardens couldn't see over or come in. So, well, think about it. Where in the world might you find such a garden, such a den of evil magic, where cries of pain and sadness were wrenched from the mouths of its people and distorted into laughter?

You mean they’re ghosts?’ ‘Ha-ha-ha. Yep, you could say that, but women are women. They’re still fun to have around, even if they look sort of blurry and don’t have legs.

SHUT THE MILK UP ABBEY" hahaha something with the fam.

lagipula, anak pintar emang biasanya pelit. soalnya mereka berusaha keras buat belajar. lha, kita malah mainan gundu hahaha.

haha yes

Tapi aku kira di situlah letak dari kontradiksinya. Perempuan mati - matian merawat tubuh dan wajah agar tampil cantik dan menawan. Biar kulit jadi putih glowing kata mereka. Dan tentu saja, itu mereka lakukan bukan sekedar untuk menyenangkan diri sendiri. Apa lagi kalau bukan untuk memuaskan mata kita laki-laki. Cantik butuh modal katanya. Jadi jangan salahkan perempuan kalau ngomong demikian. Tapi jangan juga salahkan laki laki, kalau kita coba - coba ambil kesempatan. Sebab ini cara paling gampang untuk membuat perempuan senang; bilang saja mereka cantik! Walau semua tahu, itu cuma pujian semu. Kalau kulit mereka putih, cukup bilang kalau mereka punya kulit idaman para lelaki. Kalau agak gelap kecoklatan, tinggal bilang saja betapa eksotisnya tampilan mereka hahaha... Dan gobloknya, masih banyak wanita yang termakan oleh tipuan buaya serupa itu. Seolah segala nilai dan harga diri mesti dipertaruhkan demi persepsi atau pandangan kita para lelaki atas penampilannya. Padahal ada begitu banyak arti untuk memaknai kecantikan, ada banyak tafsir untuk mengartikan keindahan. Bukankah demikian, Kawan?

What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy, and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are.

You know, I heard this weird sound this morning,” Taters says, breaking the silence. Yup, here it goes. “Sort of like . . . a donkey in heat,” he continues. “Yeah, I heard that too,” Posey adds. “Like a heeeeee-haaaaawww, hehehe-hahaha.

Totul se învârte în jurul Octopussy, un lucru murdar, șocant, scârbos – pentru oricine. Sau poate ăia care i-au cumpărat cartea unchiului, poate ălora le-a plăcut. Wow! Ea și întreaga ei familie au fost personaje într-o carte. „Poate încă suntem“... Hahaha, ce gând nebun! Revenind, totuși. Personajele unei cărți care nu se mai comportă deloc ca personajele acelei cărți. „O fi vreun sequel?“ Hyena trebuie să-și înăbușe fața în pernă, pentru a nu râde singură la miezul nopții.

Congress was forced to take action, passing the Clean Water Act in 1972. Gradually the state of America’s waterways improved, to the point where they now hardly ever catch fire. In a rare example of a happy ending in this book, people actually did what they needed to do to make things better, and hahaha, there’s absolutely no chance that the Trump administration would ever attempt to overturn clean water standards because they’re worried industries aren’t allowed to pollute rivers enough. [Puts finger to ear.] Oh, I’m being told that’s exactly what they’ve done.

It was a great laugh - that kind where you can actually hear the 'ha-ha-ha's' if you listen closely enough.

-Sí, pero tus padres son basura de Long Island. De ti, nadie espera nada. Sabes que no deberías, pero respondes: -Soy de Hells Kitchen, imbécil.

I bet the very first piñata was surprised. “Oh, hey a party! Cool! What’s the occa— HEY, WHAT THE HELL, KID?

I observe too that the bed is neither too hard nor too soft. It’s a perfect bed. Just right. Goldilocks could set up shop here forever. Masturbate. I picture Goldilocks brazenly masturbating in this bed while the Three Bears watch. She is daring them with her slitty eyes to tell her to stop. The Bears are too polite to say anything. I laugh at what a picture that makes. Ha. Hahaha.

Got to go sing in a few minutes... no, that's GOT to go sing in a few minutes, as in... GOT TO GO SING in a few minutes... hahaha It's an all consuming compassion/obsession... a drawing... a wonderful bliss... a union of soul and spirit, of notes and voice, of all of life's vibrating essence. String theory... all of life is vibrating, is alive, and the life of that essence is music itself!!

I cry for a second, but I’m faking it. Waaaaaaahhhhhh. Poor me, poor me, who cares. This is what I wanted. To sit here and not have someone judging me. I’m fat, I smell, no one likes me, my clothes suck, I’ll never amount to anything, everyone around me is an idiot, self‑involved, judgmental, stupid, too dumb to know the harm they’re doing, too dumb to know they’re not happy inside, not like me, I know. Ha‑ha‑ha.

I would like to be able to convey to you the sound of dead voices, to break open this unbearable tomb of sound, to wrest something more than silhouettes from vanished years and by some unimaginable trick let you hear the ha-ha-ha with which Catulle Mendès accompanied the slightest sentence, the muffled voice of Edmond Rostand or the laughter which Proust smeared over his face with his white-gloved hand and his beard.

This finding or inventing of words for incomprehensible things has nothing to do with understanding. On the contrary, if we could get rid of half of our words perhaps we should have a better chance of a certain understanding.

Fighting: As with most couples, probably, most of our fights were not about anything, but rather about fighting itself. We negotiated the rules, slowly, stupidly, over time. The word “sulk” got banned early on, in the summer of 1990. “Pout” was soon to follow. “Don’t start” was banned in the fall of 1992.

How dare she be happy? Let’s see how happy she is in eternal pain!’ The Queen of Heaven spread her arms and addressed the entire earth below her. ‘Hear me, world! Hear me, Mother Gaia! I forbid any land with roots in the earth to receive Leto when it is time for her to give birth. Any land that dares to oppose me, I will curse for all eternity! Leto will have no bed to lie in, no place to rest! She will be forced to wander without a place to give birth, she will stay pregnant and in labour forever, suffering for the crime of taking my husband! HAHAHA!’ Yeah, Hera was definitely channelling her inner Wicked Witch of the West that day.

But he is something, he is something,” she cried, and her voice broke with anger. “He is far more than you think, you thing of the woods. You wait. Oh, he shall talk to you—I will ask him myself. You don't believe I love him, but you shall see you are mistaken. I will marry him; I will think of him night and day. Mark what I say: I love him. Let Eva come if she likes—hahaha! Heavens, let her come—it is less than nothing to me. And now let me get away from here...” She began walking down the path from the hut; she took a few small hurried steps, turned round, her face still pale as death, and moaned: “And let me never see your face again.

No.” She gawked. Her arms seized me and turned me to face her. “You didn’t!” She screeched, her jaw dropped. I pulled myself from her hold. “Nothing happened.” I muttered. “Liar! I can see it all over your face!” I groaned. “Tell me everything!” Her eyes had lit up like this was the most exciting news she had ever heard.

October first it was, fifteen past eight. For twenty minutes my heart was ringing, my soul was singing. Because he was typing on the other side. Just the hi, and hahaha. Silly, meaningless conversation, he didn’t even remember. That was my happiest twenty minutes. I stepped out of my house, got a haircut, I thought he’d like. After three days when my face was fine, I scrolled through his page, looked for the things he liked. Then I made a list of things to do, French class, swimming class, aerobics, and a road trip on November nineteen. On October first, fifteen past eight. My heart was ringing, my soul was singing because he wasn’t just typing on the other side. He was writing on my heart with a permanent marker, in pink.

Nie mogę więc się skarżyć, jednak coś z życia wyciągnąłem, a że inni więcej, no cóż, zresztą kto ich wie, każdy tylko trajluje, przechwala się, że z tą, że z tamtą, a naprawdę bida z nędzą, wraca do domu, siada, buty zdejmuje, do łóżka się kładzie sam z sobą, więc po co tyle gadania, ja przynajmniej, wie pan, jak człowiek tak na sobie się skupi i zacznie sobie małe, nieznaczne przyjemnostki świadczyć, nie tylko zresztą erotyczne, bo na przykład, może się pan jak basza zabawić kuleczkami z chleba, przecieraniem binokli, ze dwa lata to uprawiałem, tu mnie głowę suszą sprawami rodzinnymi, biurowymi, polityką, a ja sobie binokle… otóż, mówię, co to ja chciałem, acha, pan nie ma pojęcia jak się od takich drobnostek ogromnieje, wprost nie do wiary, człowiek się rozrasta, swędzi pana pięta to jakby gdzieś daleko na Wołyniu, na kresach, zresztą ze swędzenia pięty też można mieć trochę satysfakcji, wszystko zależy od podejścia, ujęcia intencji, panie, jeśli odcisk może boleć, to dlaczegożby nie miał i rozkoszy przysporzyć? A wsadzenie języka w zakamarki zębów? Co chciałem powiedzieć? Epikureizm, czyli rozkosznisium, może być dwojakie, bo primum dzik, bawół, lew, secundum pchełka, muszka, ergo w skali wielkiej i w skali małej, ale, jeśli w małej, to potrzebna jest zdolność mikroskopowania, dozyfikowania i właściwego podzielenia, lub rozczłonkowania, bo jedzenie karmelka możesz pan rozłożyć na etapy primum wąchanie secundum lizanie, tertium wsadzanie, quartum zabawki z językiem, ze ślinką, quintum wyplucie na rękę, przypatrzenie się, sextum rozpęknięcie za pomocą zęba, że poprzestanę na tych kilku etapach, ale, jak pan widzi, można już sobie jako tako poradzić i bez dancingów, szampana, kolacyjek, kawioru, dekoltów, frufru, pończoszek, majteczek, biustów, wyprężeń, skotek hi, hi, hi, ojej, co pan, jak pan śmie, hihihi, hahaha, ;hochoch, yych, yych, z karczkiem. Ja przy kolacji sobie siedzę, z rodziną gawędzę, z lokatorami, a przecie i tak trochę paryskiego szantanu sobie po cichu wyskrobię. I niech mnie przyłapią! Tle, he, he, nie przyłapią! Cała rzecz polega na pewnego rodzaju wewnętrznym wymoszczeniu się rozkosznisiowym i przyjemnościowym z wachlarzami, z pióropuszami, w rodzaju Sułtana Selima Wspaniałego. Ważne są wystrzały artylerii. Oraz bicie w dzwony. Wstał, ukłonił się, zaśpiewał: Gdy się nie ma, co się lubi To się lubi, co się ma!

And Tottenham shan't be able to to resist me in this dress. No man could." "Olivia!" the marchioness said from her place. "That is entirely unladylike." "Why? That is the goal, is it not? To tempt one's husband?" "One does not tempt one's husband!" the marchioness insisted. Olivia's smile turned mischievous. "You must have tempted yours once or twice, Mother." "Oh!" Lady Needham collapsed back against the settee. Madame Hebert turned away from the conversation, waving two girls over to work on Pippa's hem. Olivia winked at Pippa. "Five times, at least." Pippa could not resist. "Four. Victoria and Valerie are twins." "Enough! I can't abide it!" The marchioness was up and through the curtains to the front of the shop, leaving her daughters to their laughter.

Gan'to pala mag-add ng quote. Ngayon ko lang nalaman. Try lang. Hahaha ge.

Wasn’t Elias blind? Or was it just a pretense? “Hahaha, that was fantastic. Don’t worry kid, he’s truly blind, but he’s only blind in his vision, as he sees the world through his Divine Perception. Hahaha, to think there was someone like him here. This is truly fascinating!” The

Within minutes, I received a response with punctuation I had never seen before. “Hello (((Weisman))),” wrote “CyberTrump.” Nothing more. Just that. I was sitting at my desk at work. I had some time on my hands as an editor at the Times, since my responsibilities then centered on domestic policy—economics, the environment, poverty—and with the nation consumed in this strange presidential campaign, not a lot of policy making was going on. “Care to explain?” I answered, intuiting that my last name in those triple parentheses must somehow denote my Jewish faith. “What, ho, the vaunted Ashkenazi intelligence, hahaha!” “CyberTrump” came back. “It’s a dog whistle, fool. Belling the cat for my fellow goyim.” With the cat belled, the horde followed. What I didn’t know was that I had unwittingly exposed what was known in the alt-right as “echoes,” those three parentheses that practitioners of online harassment wrapped around Jewish-sounding names on social media. Unbeknown to, well, just about everyone, alt-right anti-Semites had created a Google plug-in that could be used to search double or triple parentheses, since ordinary search engines do not pick up punctuation marks. Haters would slap these “echoes” around Jewish-sounding names of people online they wanted to target. Once a target was “belled,” the alt-right anti-Semitic mob could download the innocuous-sounding Coincidence Detector plug-in from the Google Chrome store, track down targets like heat-seeking missiles, then swarm. “You’ve all provoked us. You’ve been doing it for decades—and centuries even—and we’ve finally had enough,” declared Andrew Anglin, the creator and mastermind of the neo-Nazi website the Daily Stormer. “Challenge has been accepted.” And swarm they did.

POP STAR: Oh, that’s so great. I’m really looking for someone young and cool. My last guy had really antiquated ideas. ME: Asha is the best. And very young and cool. Unless of course you don’t want to get your kids vaccinated, hahaha. The pop star froze and everyone went silent. Greta looked at me, eyes widening in horror. I could not have offended a group of people more quickly than if I had announced to a room of male comedy writers that the movie Caddyshack sucks (which I have done, and which did not go over very well). The point is, people were incredibly offended.

Miután mint zongoraművész megbuktam, írni akartam. Most tudom, hogy nem írni több, mint írni. Az az átkozott becsvágy. Meg akartam írni, hogy a szamojédok megérkezése óta mi történt. Irodalom. Piha. Rövid mondatokban a kőkemény tényeket. Az egész irodalom itt úgyis szemét. Össze-vissza hazudoznak, hogy elviselhető legyen. Erre szerződtették őket. Mi lenne, ha leírnám, ami tényleg van? Mi lenne, ha leírnám a Madame, Haszim, Irre, Bujserkác karrierjét? Mi lenne ha a karrierek történetét minden javítgatás nélkül leírnám, hahaha. Történet! Azt mondanák, hogy pesszimista, az idióták. Kávéjukat sem szeretik hazugság nélkül meginni, inkább az egészet letagadják és langyos vigyorgással hazudnak. És ezt hívják irodalomnak. Ezt itt pesszimizmusnak nevezik. Olvastam az úgynevezett komoly szerzőket. Megcukrozzák a rémképeket elvekkel, azt mondják, hogy jószándék, tévedés, emberi. Az egész irodalom szórakoztatás és úgynevezett fennkölt. Omar halála halála fennkölt. Nagyon jó. Mindent megbocsát. Mindent megérteni annyi, mint mindent leköpni. Nem mondok neveket, úgy sem ismeri őket, csak a kalandregényírókat ismeri. A könyvtárak tele vannak velük, hogy az embereknek még legyen kedvük közösülni és gyermeket nemzeni és fölnevelni, hogy ennek a dögvésznek itt folytatása legyen. Ez a teremtés botránya, mondta nemrégiben valaki, már nem tudom ki. Elhiszik, hogy realitás, amit az irodalom költ. Csak ezért, hogy nyugodtan megegyék pacalpörköltjüket. A szamojédek megjelenése minden rémséget meghalad, nemcsak politikailag, hanem a privát életbelieket, az elvieket, a tudományosokat és a többieket is, kivétel nélkül mind. Enélkül ma elmerülnénk. Hová? A pesszimizmusba? Ne bosszantson. Hagyjon békében, hagyja, hogy az irodalomban megrothadjak.

A csatornalakó a trónuson! Ha a mai emberiséget jellemezni óhajtanám, ezt kellene mondani. Mindenki meghódol előtte. Senki se romlottabb és aljasabb és hitványabb, és ez van legfelül. Ez a szemét, ez a vérszomjas és fekete egzisztencia, ez a botrányos és obszcén szarházi. Nincs helye semmiféle önmérsékletnek. Ismerd meg önmagadat. Hahaha. Nemcsak szennyes, hanem magára is hányja. Ez nem őszinteség és nem bűnbánat. Éppen olyan ízléstelen köpködés, mint a többi. A csatornalakó a trónuson. Mit jelent az, hogy a csatornalakó a trónuson? Azt, hogy a nép ügyét alárendeli saját sötét és piszkos ösztöneinek. Szegény nép. Úgy kell neki. Miért választott így. Mit jelent az, hogy államfő? Hogy a népet leköpdösi és megrugdalja. Négyezer, nyolcezer, tizenötezer. Begyűjtés. Be is vallja. Féreg, mindenki féreg. Hőst csinál önmagából. Irodalmat. Az ifjak ilyenek akarnak lenni, ilyenek is lesznek. Egyetlen szó se legyen bennük igaz, ő a piszkos hős, a színdarab főszereplője. Minél szarházibb, annál inkább ő a hős. Önmagából irodalmat csinál.

The colossal steel and concrete monstrosity was leaning forty-five degrees crooked beside the highway with those same eerie green flames sputtering about like ghostly candles where shreds of steel and concrete had been cast off like dead leaves. Ogre had made it there a bare moment before The Squid; he leapt from his truck and ran out into the enveloping darkness. “Hahaha! Look at that! It almost wrecked that damn tree! I hate that ugly thing!” The

I’ll say I do! Can I have some of that funny-looking pie?” “Ssshh! Don’t let the Abbot hear you, that’s his new invention, wild cherry and glazed plum gateau with elderflower cream. He’s very proud of it.” “Mmmm, so he should be, tastes marvelous. D’you use paws or a spoon?” “Try using your mouth. Hahaha!

Hidupnya hidup manusia yang tak suka aturan keren bagiku, keren untuk hidup diantara ke-tidak-kaku-an hidup. Justru menyedihkan bagiku hidupnya hidup manusia yang menjadikan hidupnya sebagai ladang tempatnya menjilat.

Ha-ha-ha! It sure feels good to cut down history!

No,” said the fox. “But the bag of cheese puffs she’s carrying might be.” “Hahaha,” I said. “Boom bloody boom.” “On Earth as it is on television,” said the fox, and ducked out of sight.

Engkau pikir, aku akan memberimu sebuah ciuman untuk kegembiraan yang tak sepenuhnya ikhlas kau berikan. Padahal pada setiap helai daun itu aku telah memasang mata sekadar untuk mencuri lihat apa yang akan engkau lakukan. Walau kau tak sepenuhnya mengerti, berapa banyak kamera yang sengaja aku pasang di sini. Itu sebabnya tak akan mudah bagimu untuk menaklukkan diriku dengan cumbu rayuanmu. Sekalipun dengan kesabaran dan ketekunan yang boleh jadi membuatmu telah memenangkan banyak pertempuran. Sesungguhnya engkau hanya mengambil secebis kenikmatan dari lidahku, dan  bukanlah seluruh kehormatan yang aku pertaruhkan, sebagaimana yang engkau persangkakan. Sebab aku hanya mengorbankan sebuah bidak demi untuk merebut bentengmu. Bukan untuk sebuah permufakatan palsu, melainkan untuk memisahkan bara dari api. Untuk mengaduk gelas tanpa membuat airnya tumpah. Ternyata, lidahmu hanyalah merah kesumba dan tak ada satu pun senjata yang kau miliki yang mampu melukai dagingku. Sebab pisaumu majal belaka dan tak cukup tajam bahkan untuk mengerat karet gelang pengikat rambutku atau memutus tali dasterku. Sekalipun aku sengaja mengenakannya hanya untuk menyenangkan dirimu. Tapi hanya pada tubuh yang tumbuh dalam mimpimu sajalah aku berbaik hati untuk hadir berkali kali, sekalipun engkau berharap itu akan jadi milikmu sementara atau selamanya. Tidakkah selama ini engkau sadari, bahwa aku bukanlah aku yang biasa engkau lihat berbelanja telur, beras atau gula pada tukang sayur yang mangkal di depan rumahmu. Atau babu yang pura pura sibuk mencabut rumput dan menyapu halaman hanya untuk memancing perhatianmu? Walau, sekali memang pernah kubuka pintu hanya untuk mengelabuimu. Untuk mengetahui seberapa tangguh kuda yang hendak aku tunggangi. Tapi bentengmu ternyata tak seperkasa yang aku duga. Lubukku bahkan masih jauh lebih dalam dari tenggorokanmu dan tali pancingku jauh lebih liat dari urat lehermu. Dan ketahuilah, aku bukanlah kekasih gelapmu atau budak cintamu, melainkan musuh sejatimu. Ratu hitam yang akan selalu membayang bayangi langkahmu di atas petak, di mana kau susun bidak bidakmu dalam formasi pembukaan gambit menteri, yang sudah aku hapal di luar kepala. Namun aku juga mengenali semua variasi yang ingin engkau mainkan.  Sebab ada banyak kemungkinan untuk mengantisipasi semua tipu muslihatmu yang sudah kedaluwarsa itu; dari pertahanan Slavia hingga Kontragambit Albin. Dari Pertahanan Baltik hingga pertahanan Chigorin. Dan hahaha... engkau bukanlah raja yang mesti aku junjung dan aku bukanlah kawula yang dapat engkau perintah. Sebagaimana aku selalu mematahkan keinginanmu untuk memangkas dahan dari pohon mangga yang berbatasan di antara rumah kita. Mengusir ular jenaka berkaki tiga yang diam diam menyelinap ke kamar mandi atau memperbaiki kabel listrik yang tiba tiba korsleting. Tak ada cukup alasan bagiku untuk mengerik punggungmu yang masuk angin atau memintamu mengurut pinggangku yang keseleo. Tetapi hanya sepasang mata yang sudah tak awas lagi, dan barangkali gigi yang mulai tanggal yang akan terus menjauhkan dirimu dari satu satunya kemenangan yang engkau impi-impikan. Selama engkau tak bersedia berfoto selfie bersamaku, dan mengabadikan semua luka yang kita sandang dari pertempuran yang tak kunjung usai ini, maka aku tak akan pernah lagi mengijinkan dirimu untuk mengisap putih darahku dari bagian tubuhku yang tersembunyi. Sebagaimana aku telah menetak lehermu berkali kali dan mengusir mambang dari pohon sialang, agar aku bisa menumbai madu dari sarang tawon milikmu yang konon katamu lebih nikmat dari air surgawi.

Gone are those days when love bites were given by partners to express excitement / pleasure. Now love bites are Strategically Planted so that they get noticed by the one with whom your Woman/Man is making out while cheating on you hahaha Used as “Beware” already sleeping with someone, recently fucked passionately hahaha

Make contact’? Let’s be honest, Mr. Kikuoka. You want me to go and get shot by this Death Gun.” “Ha-ha-ha, well, when you put it that way…” “No! What if something happens to me? Why don’t you get shot? See how you like having your heart stopped.

The sun had set long since. Bright stars shone out here and there in the sky. A red glow as of a conflagration spread above the horizon from the rising full moon, and that vast red ball swayed strangely in the gray haze. It grew light. The evening was ending, but the night had not yet come. Pierre got up and left his new companions, crossing between the campfires to the other side of the road where he had been told the common soldier prisoners were stationed. He wanted to talk to them. On the road he was stopped by a French sentinel who ordered him back. Pierre turned back, not to his companions by the campfire, but to an unharnessed cart where there was nobody. Tucking his legs under him and dropping his head he sat down on the cold ground by the wheel of the cart and remained motionless a long while sunk in thought. Suddenly he burst out into a fit of his broad, good-natured laughter, so loud that men from various sides turned with surprise to see what this strange and evidently solitary laughter could mean. "Ha-ha-ha!" laughed Pierre. And he said aloud to himself: "The soldier did not let me pass. They took me and shut me up. They hold me captive. What, me? Me? My immortal soul? Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha!..." and he laughed till tears started to his eyes. A man got up and came to see what this queer big fellow was laughing at all by himself. Pierre stopped laughing, got up, went farther away from the inquisitive man, and looked around him. The huge, endless bivouac that had previously resounded with the crackling of campfires and the voices of many men had grown quiet, the red campfires were growing paler and dying down. High up in the light sky hung the full moon. Forests and fields beyond the camp, unseen before, were now visible in the distance. And farther still, beyond those forests and fields, the bright, oscillating, limitless distance lured one to itself. Pierre glanced up at the sky and the twinkling stars in its faraway depths. "And all that is me, all that is within me, and it is all I!" thought Pierre. "And they caught all that and put it into a shed boarded up with planks!" He smiled, and went and lay down to sleep beside his companions.

Once the delivery was over and we were led to our hospital room for the night, Jordyn was famished, so I went down to the cafeteria to find her something to eat. I scoured for something that she might actually be able to stomach but retreated back to our room empty-handed, opting to perhaps order from the Jerry’s Deli across the street. I walked across the hall to the nurse station, where there was one nurse on duty, a large woman with Hulk Hogan’s build who barked at me in a thick eastern European accent, “CAN I HELP YOU?” “Yes . . . um, can you tell me if Jerry’s Deli delivers here?” She stared at me with her ice-cold eyes and growled, “I AM NOT AT LIBERTY TO DISCLOSE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT WHO IS DELIVERED HERE.” I smiled, realizing that she’d misunderstood my question, and said, “Hahaha . . . no . . . does JERRY’S DELI deliver here?” Looking like she was about to leap over her computer and strangle me with her giant, professional-wrestling hands, she raised her volume and repeated, “I TOLD YOU! I AM NOT AT LIBERTY TO DISCLOSE ANY INFORMATION ABOUT WHO IS DELIVERED HERE!!!” I scurried away in fear, walked across the street, and ordered a sandwich for Jordyn while standing next to Jennifer Lopez. Another night in Los Angeles. My mother was right, being a father to a daughter was indeed the most special relationship of my life. I was soon well versed in the art of a smudgeless pedicure, how to tie the perfect ponytail, and how to identify every Disney princess just by the color of her dress. This was easy, I thought.

You know, I heard this weird sound this morning,” Taters says, breaking the silence. Yup, here it goes. “Sort of like . . . a donkey in heat,” he continues. “Yeah, I heard that too,” Posey adds. “Like a heeeeee-haaaaawww, hehehe-hahaha.” I did not fucking sound like that. “You know, I thought it was more like a duck who got his bill stuck in a door.” Hornsby does a horrible impression of a duck while slapping the table.

Mom laid her head on his shoulder. “I love you too, dear. Now then, let’s get inside. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve!” “So today is Christmas Adam?” Jack asked. Dad cocked his head at his son. Then he burst out laughing. “Because Adam came before Eve! Hahaha! Good one, Jack!

over the barrier and through the grass into fucking hell I go one lane silver car two lanes horns horns horns three lanes SEMI WHAT’S A FUCKING SEMI DOING ON THE FDR IT’S TOO TALL YOU STUPID UPSTATE HICK screaming four lanes GREEN TAXI screaming Smart Car hahaha cute five lanes moving truck six lanes and the blue Lexus actually brushes up against my clothes as it blares past screaming screaming screaming

ay. ay. ay ay ayayayy. el viernes por la mañana mari klinski me hizo un nocaut que lo flipas. me dejó medio desangrada en una acera de la calle marina, ahí. palpitando. con un pie ya en el otro mundo, casi. pero mariklinski se tiró conmigo, se puso a reir (ha-ha-ha, como ríen las bicicletas) y me lamió las heridas, las palmas de las manos, y me ayudó a levantarme. la muy . se sentía TOPE CULPABLE pero sabe que la quiero y que me da igual que me tire al suelo, que se me caiga encima –ojito, no se nos vaya a manchar la niña, es bastante delicadita ella– porque yo la seguiré queriendo. igual.

For men like Billy and Blaise (hahaha), it comes down to how fervently they thrust their crotches at the audience. AT THE AUDIENCE. AT! THE! AUDIENCE! For men like Colt and Tristan, it’s your basic hot guy dancing. No rhythm, but looka this bicep and looka this six-pack and whaddaya think of this, though . . . aaaand thrust. Jake and Lantz actually look like they’re having a good time, dancing and playing to the audience. I do love a man who can dance. And then there’s Josh, who just looks kind of embarrassed, fumbling with his clothes and oh, did taking off my shirt reveal an incredible body? Sigh . . . This ole thing? And that’s why he’s the favorite. He’s Lewis Carroll’s snark. He’s the elusive unicorn. He’s the guy who’s model-hot but doesn’t know it. Although he did sign up for the pageant in the first place. So . . .

Women are the one's holding themselves back from participating in the first place - holding back their ideas, holding back their contributions, holding back their leadership and their talents. Too many women still believe that they're not allowed to put themselves forward at all until both they are their work are perfect and beyond criticism. Meanwhile putting forth work that is far from perfect rarely stops men from participating in the global cultural conversation... I like that feature in men - their absurd over-confidence, the way that they will casually decide "well I'm 41% qualified for this task, so give *me* the job..." sometimes, strangely enough, it works. A man who seems not ready for the task, not good enough for the task, somehow grows immediately into his potential through the wild leap of faith itself. I only wish women would also risk these same kinds of wild leaps, but I've watched too many women do the opposite. I've watched far too many brilliant and gifted female creators say "I am 99.8% qualified for this task, but until I master that last smidgen of ability, I will hold myself back, just to be on the safe side. Now, I cannot imagine where women ever got the idea that they must be perfect in order to be loved or successful. Hahaha! Just kidding! I can totally imagine. We've got it from every single message society has ever sent us. Thanks, all of human history!

Women are the one's holding themselves back from participating in the first place - holding back their ideas, holding back their contributions, holding back their leadership and their talents. Too many women still believe that they're not allowed to put themselves forward at all until both they and their work are perfect and beyond criticism. Meanwhile putting forth work that is far from perfect rarely stops men from participating in the global cultural conversation... I like that feature in men - their absurd over-confidence, the way that they will casually decide "well I'm 41% qualified for this task, so give *me* the job..." sometimes, strangely enough, it works. A man who seems not ready for the task, not good enough for the task, somehow grows immediately into his potential through the wild leap of faith itself. I only wish women would also risk these same kinds of wild leaps, but I've watched too many women do the opposite. I've watched far too many brilliant and gifted female creators say "I am 99.8% qualified for this task, but until I master that last smidgen of ability, I will hold myself back, just to be on the safe side. Now, I cannot imagine where women ever got the idea that they must be perfect in order to be loved or successful. Hahaha! Just kidding! I can totally imagine. We've got it from every single message society has ever sent us! Thanks, all of human history!

He could easily imagine what people would say if they could see him now: exactly the same thing they'd say if someone had told them that Ray from work was a transvestite or that Ted from next door had anonymous gay sex at highway rest stops. They'd shake their heads with their heads with the standard combination of amusement, pity, and smug superiority, and say, Ha-ha-ha, poor Ray. Ho-ho-ho, poor Ted. At least I'm not like that. But we want what we want, Richard thought, and there's not much we can do about it.

...I have test... "I wanna to make a screenshot of this... on the board..."... "Can I go to the toilet?"... Hahaha... this fucking people... I'm going to cheat and nobody can do anything about that!

We all have sinned so far in our lives and might continue too but still we all love talking about others sins, Elaborating, exaggerating, laughing, commenting, cursing... And we all enjoy it hahaha

from my interview this morning: “you seem to have your shit together much better than we did a year out of college *chuckles….*” …joke’s on you it’s all an illusion hahaha. ha.

This stupid toaster is ruining my life!

Hahaha..I wish this veil of pretense could hide my habit of dodging quotes but it doesn't which is why i know none yet.

Hahaha!!..I wish this veil of pretense could hide my habit of dodging quotes but dissapoingtly it doesn't which is why i know none yet.

What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy, and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are.

Woods Haha haa hahaha... By myself, in the woods just the sound of the distant water and Eryka Badu Just a scent just the word the vibrations you sending baby they're not good Just a scent ooh - just the smell ooh - just the feeling oooh - I can't help it and now Creativity in my veins the multiplicity, it speaks to me in my brain Oooh... oooh... o-oooh... mmh!... Alone! in the woods nothing else but the sound of water and Eryka Badu Just a taste! mmh! just a taste ooh - just the peak of the higher state of being (Hahahaha...)

For Margaret Some people laugh ha-ha-ha. Other people put their hands on their mouths he-he-he. In the department stores Santa laughs ho-ho-ho. But this girl I know− okay, this girl I'm crazy for laughs like an envelope tearing open and good stuff spilling out.

Hahaha! You fools really thought you were gonna walk in here and I would show myself like that. No, you’re mistaken. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. You have a long road until you get to me and like I said, Mr. Angel, I’m the last person you’ll want to see! In fact, if you’re playing attention, you have met me already! However, I’ll leave it to my minions to take care of all of you! - Evil One from Revenge of the Gloobas

There's no pride for me in my skin being white. I was born this way, I had no choice, I had no say. There was no test of worthiness before I was bestowed with white skin. My mom and dad were white, and they fucked, and their kid was white, so fucking what? And people say to me when I make this argument, "Well, what about cultural pride? You know, what about pride in where you came from, what about pride in your fucking pedigree?" Like I'm supposed to get all misty-eyed thinking about the accomplishments of the white race. "We invented wax paper! So beautiful! Hahaha!" No, Thomas Edison invented it, or knowing what a piece of shit he was, he probably stole it from some poor sap. But whoever invented wax paper, it wasn't me, I wasn't there. But let's say I did decide to take pride in that. Let's say I looked at the long history of what the white race had done and took it as my own and said, "Yeah, I'm part of this!" Well, in that case, then I probably SHOULD pay reparations to black people, right? Because if I'm going to own the accomplishments, I also have to own the fucking atrocities. But you know what? I don't want either. I want to be an individual, with my own drives, and convictions, and principles, not just a cultural unit, not just a series of superficial identity categorizations.

Don’t let good old Jane worry you! She thinks she’s a Jane Austen character! Haha-ha! WHAT A FREAK!

What's so funny?" "HAHAHA, nothing ... it's just, your mask is a diaper!" "Well," Yuan began. "Reality is scarier than fiction. Who has the time to create a well-rounded disposable mask just to see you once? I didn't take a designer class after all. Did you know I'm working around a budget?

Hahaha ... I am simply marvelled at your audacity. I'm not the type to be stopped by a high guard. I'm a complete fighter, done and dusted.

Me: I dоn't knоw how to make уоu fоrgіvе mе. Mе: I ароlоgіzеd a thоuѕаnd times. Whаt mоrе dо you wаnt? Ellіе: Actions speak louder than wоmbаtѕ. Ellіе: HAHAHA Wоrdѕ. That wаѕ funny. But I'm ѕtіll rеаllу mad аt уоu.

VIP?” Ellie asked. “Ha-ha-ha! I said ‘pee’!

I think I might have something, Archchancellor,” said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. “This is Woddeley’s Basic Gods. There’s some stuff here about lares and penates that seems to fit the bill.” “Lares and penates? What were they when they were at home?” said Ridcully. “Hahaha,” said the Chair. “What?” said Ridcully. “I thought you were making a rather good joke, Archchancellor,” said the Chair. “Was I? I didn’t mean to,” said Ridcully.

You bastard!” she hissed furiously, barely restraining herself. “You’re that fucking archer, aren’t you?! Shacks?” “That’s right!” he answered with a broad smile. “You fucking bastard!” she screamed. “Lily, stop!” Kai immediately intervened. A squad of guards was already heading for their table. “Gentlemen.” Shacks turned to them. “Forgive us for this incident. My girlfriend is a feisty one. She wants to cut off my head quite often, ha-ha-ha!” He laughed. “It’s all right. I’ll calm her down soon.” The guards stopped and gave him a puzzled look. Lily stared at Shacks with a look that could kill. Her hand trembled, but the blade didn’t move. “Babe, calm down, will you?” Shacks sighed wearily, acting as if Lily was really just his hot-tempered girlfriend.

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Am vrut, fa, să-l prind pe Hitler... Să-l leg c-o postoroncă și să-l port desculț prin tot satul și să-l opresc la toată casa unde a fost ucis câte-un om, și să rog pe gospodari să-i deie câte-o bucățică de mălai și un pahar de apă... Să-l port așa, până ce-oi rămânea cu funia în mână și cu umbra lui legată de dânsa. Ori, dacă vrei, jupuiam pielea de pe dânsul și-ți făceam ție ciuboțele, că el așa a făcut cu alții... Ha-ha-ha!... Ba nu, mai bine legam umbra lui și o aruncam cu tot cu curmei în Nistru, să se înece, de istov... Ha-ha-ha!... Am vrut să-l prind! și, dacă vrei să știi, chiar l-am prins, dar i-am dat drumu'.. Adică l-am scăpat din mâini... Ha-ha-ha!... L-am scăpat. Țineți-l, oameni buni! Iacătă-l! Țineți-l... Trece pe la porțile voastre încălțat și dezlegat... Prindeți-l...

When electricity was first introduced to homes, there were letters to the newspapers about how it would undermine family togetherness. Now there would be no need to gather around a shared hearth, people fretted. In 1903, a famous psychologist worried that young people would lose their connection to dusk and its contemplative moments. Hahaha! (Except when was the last time I stood still because it was dusk?)

Prison? Hahaha. I thought you'd moved beyond this. I'm disappointed, honestly. You're still going by Batman's version of justice. The version where rich bastards hire high-powered lawyers and get a slap on the wrist, while mentally ill outcasts get the crap kicked out of them and thrown in a dark hole.

Hahaha,a

Ya wretched worm!” Sporley yelled crazily. “I will not go down with this ship. You will have to eat me first, and I promise that I will not sit well! Hahaha!

Only Vester, who showed up later than the others, could be found in the corner whispering “I see nothing, ha-ha-ha, nothing. I know nothing; I’m not involved in this…” The way he was slapping himself on the head and talking incoherently made me feel a little sorry for the guy, but let’s just pretend I didn’t see that.

hahaha what