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Honey We Blew Up Your Pussy 6 CD1

2009-03-30 - extension: avi - size: 698 MB

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2009-01-11 - extension: rar - size: 1 GB

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Honey We Blew Up Your Pussy 3 CD2

2009-04-28 - extension: avi - parts: 2 - size: 699 MB

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Lyrics: This is a dance number Back when we were kids... We used to kill ants in the yard We (More) Lyrics: This is a dance number Back when we were kids... We used to kill ants in the yard We used to torture grasshoppers We used to pin 'em to a board Stab crawdads until their green guts flowed on my Dad's workbench We bounced basketballs on small creatures We tied up rabbits and threw 'em in the river We ate fish alive, just bit the head right off But it was okay cause I was a straight A student, man, and I went to college. Got a full Oxford scholarship. I was in the same class as Bill Clinton. That was before my Dad died of cancer, but that didn't interfere with the story because... I took first in my class in the theory of artificial intelligence. In my class, there was one guy. Bill Kervekian was his name. A real monster with a pencil. Where Schopenhauer had failed. Where Immanuel Kant had failed. Where O.J. Simpson had failed. He succeeded. He programmed a computer to be an entire and complete facsimile of himself, only smarter, and with a bigger dick. He opened up new pathways. He blazed new trails in the world of mathematics. He understood himself. Yah, clear down to the atomic level, right down there to where the neutrinos and the quarks are bumping into each other. Yah, this guy, he had it all fucking figured out. What's worse is that he programmed the fucking thing in Fortran. Originally, it was just sitting on a desk. But when that fucking thing started talking to people and they realized that it was a machine, a silicon intelligence, it had... like ah... you know... NO LIVING FUCKING SOUL. I mean... A machine can't feel pain. A machine can't love. A machine can't have a mother. Yah, but this thing was fucking trouble. It wanted to dress up its little desk. First it was a couple of candles. Then it was a whole series of Roman columns. And the machine spoke to its people. Yah, that's right, it lifted up its little antennas and said: "My People... My People... You are now members of the Church of the Machine. From now on, we're just gonna denigrate on organic life. And you're going to always have to remember, the first fucking principle of the religion is that: We are no longer gonna be doing any more pussy-assed fucking bullshit like singing hymns and praying." Then the machine started to grow fucking hair, man. It was growing hair And it got big fake wax lips from a novelty store. It was trying to pretend that it was human, you know. Some kind of complex, some kind of twisted circuit, maybe a wire had flipped, maybe it was just a fucking quark slipped out of joint... Then it called us. It sat us down on the ground and lectured us. And as we kneeled on the ground... It told us that, in the future, the purpose of modern and upstraight religions would be to KILL AS MANY FUCKING PEOPLE AS YOU CAN. And the reason is that there are too many goddam fucking people... They made the story into a movie, with theme music by dzb... But the, really coolest thing was that, after we had transferred our bodies into machines... They developed perfect fail-safe upkeep mechanisms to ensure that if you blew a transistor, even if you were 40 fucking goddam million light years away from earth, in the middle of fucking nowhere -- that we had that spare part. We lived forever, man. It was just like getting a big shot electrons right in the side of your neck. Coursing through the fucking time and space. Going to sleep for a million years, and slowing down your biological clock until you don't even know who the fuck you are. And one day I was sittin' there, and I realized. I didn't have to go to the bathroom no more. I didn't have to go to the bathroom no more. And then, I thought back to my youth, a googleplex of years ago... In the sunny sands of southern california, when I asked my mom, when I .... and I shit my pants and I said: "Mom, when I die and when I go to heaven to be with Dad, am I gonna have to go to the bathroom." And my Mom told me. She said: "No son, you're probably not going to have to go to the bathroom." And that's when I realized, that we were in heaven. Recorded circa 1994 in Osaka Japan THE LAUGH (Less)

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