I watched this movie recently. Lost City of Z. Good movie.
The main character killed something and said death is the best sauce for life.
to death, the best sauce for life,
And I believe that. Death is that ingredient on top that really brings out the flavor of life. A life without death is like a pizza without sauce and cheese.
"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."
And fuckin Spartacus. Loved that show. lol. "I AM SPARTACUS. BRINGER OF RAIN."
"Tell your Gods that Crixus pisses upon them!" - the Undefeated Gaul.
Batiatus: You are here because of my grandfather. He built this ludus. He believed that no man was without worth. That even the most vile among us could rise to honor and glory. He instilled these beliefs in my father, who in turn passed them on to me. I am a lanista. Like my forefathers, a trainer of gladiators. I see things in men that they themselves have lost, small spark, an ember, I give it breath, tender, until it ignites in the arena.
Best dialogue in a fuckin show ever. lol
"And in those days shall men seek death, and shall not find it, and shall desire to die, and death shall flee from them."
So, instead of going out and fighting for causes (or money with causes as a proxxy) and earning glory and honor (or shame and dishonor, if you behave badly), you sit in your basement all day and night glued to a screen, munching on Cheetos and getting your hand sticky. And you consider this a good thing.
Not ExFx.
Am I somehow supposed to feel ashamed of myself? Pornography has fueled my imagination and provided me with grandiose ambitions, and a dramatic vision that lies beyond your wildest dreams. Let us just say that I seek glory in the bedroom, rather than on the battlefield - after all, we have drones to do that shit now. I could obliterate the enemy while you gave me a blowjob, wearing some sexy lingerie and a top hat.
Now that is power.
Not SO first.
You are either a troll or the dumbest person alive. No one of any age, sex, race, or creed thinks that a dumb dude with an acne-ridden face and chest sitting around in his brown-stained underwear and wanking with Cheeto-dust covered hands is someone they'd want to bang, and no one is afraid of someone who brags about how great it is that they watch porn instead of joining the military being able to get anything without consent either.
I am a stickler for efficiency, so devolving some responsibility for sexual services (and warfare) to machines appeals to me, as we can get so much more done with our time.
Your assumptions about attractiveness are also easy to disprove. Go out on to the street and do some people-watching. You should see quite a few acne-covered nerds, and some of them have hot girlfriends. This used to surprise me, too, but at least I now understand why. These less aesthetic dudes nonetheless created something and made money, and that is ultimately more important to women than honour, glory and a hot body are. If you don't believe me, ask yourself why so many lumberjacks and veterans can't get laid.
You would gladly fuck me for a million dollars, yet you won't for a hundred. Therefore every woman has her price, and we are just negotiating the terms of your employment.
Some acne-ridden nerds have other redeeming qualities that some hot girlfriends might find attractive. Still doesn't seem particularly appealing, as I tend to be pretty visual , but that can't be said of you.
You think all the money in the world would be enough to compel anyone to fuck you? Maybe if you meant you wanted to be fucked with a 12-inch spiked strapon, but I still think whoever took up the offer would feel it's a dispassionate act.