Guys, Tennessee Superthread

[The Sad Punk]

Though I can do it without actually taking my shirt off. So that really helps.

I have mastered that into an art.

 

[Serena Vox]

As a formal representative of Guys, I would like to issue the following statement: down with bras.

Better off than on! *throws it*

 

[Reggo]

That happens to me. Hence why I take it off!
Though I can do it without actually taking my shirt off. So that really helps.

Well, I wasn't able to do that, so I had to slip into the ladies' room and strip halfway.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Well, I wasn't able to do that, so I had to slip into the ladies' room and strip halfway.

You should have stayed in the office and freed the twins there.

Unless you have... triplets or something.

 

[Reggo]

I have mastered that into an art.

I can do it, too. The t-shirt I was wearing yesterday was too tight with the bra on, so I couldn't just whip it off at my desk.

 

[Serena Vox]

I have mastered that into an art.

A fine one at that!

Well, I wasn't able to do that, so I had to slip into the ladies' room and strip halfway.

I learned how to do it back when I was in school. It was pissing me off, so I wiggled my way out of it and shoved it into my backpack. Nobody noticed. Then again, I sat in the back of that particular class.

 

[Axver]

Speaking of oversharing, I'm just really glad that fucko wasn't still awake at 4am when I was outside giving my man head. That would have turned out a bit bad.

Or it could have launched you into a new career.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Or it could have launched you into a new career.

Yes, that's what I mean. It could have turned out bad.

 

[Axver]

For the record, it's really fucking hard to proofread an essay about historiography when you lot are talking about wriggling out of bras.

Not that I object.

 

[Reggo]

For the record, it's really fucking hard to proofread an essay about historiography when you lot are talking about wriggling out of bras.

Not that I object.

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

 

[Serena Vox]

For the record, it's really fucking hard to proofread an essay about historiography when you lot are talking about wriggling out of bras.

Not that I object.

I'm sure wriggling out of bras is a lot more interesting than historiography.

 

[Serena Vox]

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

I like your response better.

 

[Reggo]

wow, five whole minutes without a single post.

I had a phone call. What, is everybody else wanking?

 

[Serena Vox]

wow, five whole minutes without a single post.

I had a phone call. What, is everybody else wanking?

I dunno about the others, but I was in an MSN convo with a filthy bitch. I mean, my sister.

 

[Reggo]

I dunno about the others, but I was in an MSN convo with a filthy bitch. I mean, my sister.

About Axver, so yes, you were wanking.

 

[Serena Vox]

About Axver, so yes, you were wanking.

Wait a sec.
Axver fronts Porcupine Tree now?

 

[Axver]

BULLSHIT HISTORIOGRAPHY!

The idea [of "provincialising Europe" in post-colonial theory] is to write into the history of modernity the ambivalences, contradictions, the use of force, and the tragedies and the ironies that attend it. That the rhetoric and the claims of (bourgeois) equality, of citizens' rights, of self-determination through a sovereign nation state have in many circumstances empowered marginal social groups in their struggles is undeniable—this recognition is indispensable to the project of Subaltern Studies. What effectively is played down, however, in histories that either implicitly or explicitly celebrate the advent of the modern state and the idea of citizenship is the repression and violence that are as instrumental in the victory of the modern as is the persuasive power of its rhetorical strategies. Nowhere is this irony—the undemocratic foundations of “democracy”—more visible than in the history of modern medicine, public health, and personal hygiene, the discourses of which have been central in locating the body of the modern at the intersection of the public and the private (as defined by, and subject to negotiations with, the state). The triumph of this discourse, however, has always been dependent on the mobilization, on its behalf, of effective means of physical coercion. I say “always” because this coercion is both originary/foundational (i.e., historic) as well as pandemic and quotidian. Of foundational violence, David Arnold gives a good example in a recent essay on the history of the prison in India. The coercion of the colonial prison, Arnold shows, was integral to some of the earliest and pioneering research on the medical, dietary, and demographic statistics of India, for the prison was where Indian bodies were accessible to modernizing investigators.

God, you're wanking a load of shit there, Chakrabarty. Bit of a stretch to somehow get from provincialising Europe to medical studies in prisons.

 

[Reggo]

Wait a sec.
Axver fronts Porcupine Tree now?

He certainly whores them out.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Here's a picture of my wank.

;'(

 

[Axver]

wow, five whole minutes without a single post.

I had a phone call. What, is everybody else wanking?

That would be better than proofreading my essay and compiling a bibliography.

 

[Reggo]

Here's a picture of my wank.

;'(

 

[Axver]

Here's a picture of my wank.

;'(

You're a comedic genius.

 

[Serena Vox]

I love you, Bonnie.

 

[Serena Vox]

He even has a bottle of Baileys. Fucking brilliant.

 

[The Sad Punk]

Merci!

He even has a bottle of Baileys. Fucking brilliant.

I care.

 

[Serena Vox]

Merci!



I care.

Is it OK if I save that?

 

[The Sad Punk]

Is it OK if I save that?

Of course! Why wouldn't it be?

 

[Reggo]

I'd hate to see what Bonnie would do in a cartoon about me. I doubt it'd be flattering.

 

[Serena Vox]

Of course! Why wouldn't it be?

Thanks! Too bad I can't shrink that down into a sig without being unable to read it!

 

[The Sad Punk]

I'd hate to see what Bonnie would do in a cartoon about me. I doubt it'd be flattering.

See, the moment hasn't completely arisen yet. When it does though, I'll try to make sure it's at least a bit flattering!