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Just taking a moment to qualify myself as a Dork....

This is how I can dork up a discussion of philosophy/sociology even more:
(02/16/2011 06:33:54 PM) Palmer:
oh god
(02/16/2011 06:33:54 PM) Palmer:
(02/16/2011 06:34:08 PM) Palmer:
i was just having a discussion with a friend about the morality of eugenics
(02/16/2011 06:34:26 PM) Palmer:
and managed to whip out two fuckin doctor who quotes
(02/16/2011 06:34:34 PM) Palmer:
even tho my brain is starved for food and turning loopy from it
Go ahead, try and kick me when I'm down. I may be thinking in colors instead of words right now, but I can still summon up Doctor Who wisdom and use it seriously to defend/make my point.

Also, who the fuck deliberately engages debates of eugenics in any place other than a classroom? Dorks, that's who.

Also, "Hillbilly Hell" is coming along. Kinda. Rewatched one redneck movie, rewatching the other.  I'd forgotten how much hatred I could find for both movies. This is really hard, guys. Bear with me.

Also! My bfb post is back!


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