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"...I only know that my journals have suffered oblivion and that the events which I recount have undoubtedly been submitted to historical distortion for eons..." excerpt from the Inscription on the storehouse at Dar-es-Balat.

Reading this made me thing of the historians he had executed for willingly distorting the events of his rule. He had them made unconscious, then burnt on a pyre formed by their writings.

I started GEoD today. I'm so happy! (I wish I could make sweet love to Heidi Klum)

Let's see...How Leto have them executed?

Not sure. Here's how I would do it:

Have them tied to stakes and whipped until unconscopius. When they reawke, have a man in a robe and hood douse them in gasoline and and burn them alive. Then, in their final moments, reveal the gasoline man to be none other than Frank Herbert, his smiling bearded watching paternally over them as they die. [/i]

Baraka Bryan wrote: you're a horrible person...

Oh! Say it again...

The Golden Path prevented their appearance in that universe.

Baraka Bryan wrote:Frank Herbert, his smiling bearded watching paternally over them as they die. [/i]

you're a horrible person... and yet i think that just might serve them justice.[/quote]

My idea is even more terrible: tie them to chairs and then to have somebody reading them their complete novels!

cmsahe wrote:
My idea is even more terrible: tie them to chairs and then to have somebody reading them their complete novels!

No, tying 'em like that is more like kinky bonage for 'em.
Don't forget they are followers of scientology marketing doctrine.

I say hook Brian up to a lie detector!

Hmmm. Let's see...

Put KJA on a freezing ice-planet.
Only source of kindling: piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
To stay alive, he will have to burn his own books. Page by page.
Chances are, he just can't, so he'll just freeze to death.

Put Brian on an uninhabited island.
Only source of food; piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
There is a runway with a fully fueled plane waiting for him.
Chances are, he'll choose to eat the books instead and die!
Eat that!

Brilliant!

Mr. Teg wrote:The Golden Path prevented their appearance in that universe.

That's all the golden path is.

dunaddict wrote:Hmmm. Let's see...

Put KJA on a freezing ice-planet.
Only source of kindling: piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
To stay alive, he will have to burn his own books. Page by page.
Chances are, he just can't, so he'll just freeze to death.

Put Brian on an uninhabited island.
Only source of food; piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
There is a runway with a fully fueled plane waiting for him.
Chances are, he'll choose to eat the books instead and die!
Eat that!

My sadistic girlfriend just had an orgasm. (You don't want to know what my penis just did)

Sole Man wrote:

dunaddict wrote:Hmmm. Let's see...

Put KJA on a freezing ice-planet.
Only source of kindling: piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
To stay alive, he will have to burn his own books. Page by page.
Chances are, he just can't, so he'll just freeze to death.

Put Brian on an uninhabited island.
Only source of food; piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
There is a runway with a fully fueled plane waiting for him.
Chances are, he'll choose to eat the books instead and die!
Eat that!

My sadistic girlfriend just had an orgasm. (You don't want to know what my penis just did)

Have... an orgasm?

...

...

Sole Man wrote:You don't want to know...

You got something right for a change.

Sole Man wrote:

dunaddict wrote:Hmmm. Let's see...

Put KJA on a freezing ice-planet.
Only source of kindling: piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
To stay alive, he will have to burn his own books. Page by page.
Chances are, he just can't, so he'll just freeze to death.

Put Brian on an uninhabited island.
Only source of food; piles and piles of his own McDune novels.
There is a runway with a fully fueled plane waiting for him.
Chances are, he'll choose to eat the books instead and die!
Eat that!

My sadistic girlfriend just had an orgasm. (You don't want to know what my penis just did)

Are you typing your posts with your dick? I wondered why your spelling had improved.

Sole Man wrote:(You don't want to know what my penis just did)

Don't get scared, it's supposed to point up like that.

Nekhrun wrote:

Sole Man wrote:(You don't want to know what my penis just did)

Don't get scared, it's supposed to point up like that.

Though if you experience an erection lasting more than four hours, you should seek a doctor's help immediately.

Alright, you have invoked my Wrath.

My penis My penis dragged me over to tis one freind in the universe, inserted itself into her, and thrust in and out repeadelty, until it was done and then ejaculated into My Sadistic Girlfreind's belly button, while lighting a cigar and cackliong manically .

I don't like to think about how she got her revenge on it...

Sole Man wrote:...My penis My penis...

Is that like a Walt Whitman thing?

(One of the girls was writing about him this year. Oh...my eyes! )

SandChigger wrote:

(One of the girls was writing about him this year. Oh...my eyes! )

That better be because what you read has scarred you. Otherwise...

SandChigger wrote:

(One of the girls was writing about him this year. Oh...my eyes! )

Oh sensei, my penis, my penis!

Sole Man wrote:My penis My penis dragged me over to tis one freind in the universe, inserted itself into her, and thrust in and out repeadelty, until it was done and then ejaculated into My Sadistic Girlfreind's belly button, while lighting a cigar and cackliong manically .

Your penis smokes?

Tleszer wrote:That better be because what you read has scarred you. Otherwise...

Starring at bad English on a screen for too long.

(Hers wasn't really bad, though. I had one who kept "correcting" my corrections back to her original mistakes. And one who misspelled and left words out in quoted material. I'm glad it's over. I'm beat.)

SandChigger wrote:

Tleszer wrote:That better be because what you read has scarred you. Otherwise...

Starring at bad English on a screen for too long.

(Hers wasn't really bad, though. I had one who kept "correcting" my corrections back to her original mistakes.

No sensei it was not island it was space station.

That would be about par for the course.

I just tried to imagine how big a pyre of all their printed books would be. I bet you could see that sucker burning from space.