Too bad nobody fucking talks about the things that matter here, we have some clearly glaring issues that have yet to be addressed so i am utterly abhorred that someone such as yourself would have the nerve, neigh, the sheer audacity to come forth and spit in our faces with this sorry excuse for a lets talk thread. You have tarnished the name of these threads and must be reprehended immediately and thrown to the wolves for such a transgression against the sanctity of these threads. Some cultures looked upon the stars and dreamed of freedom, some dreamed that there was more out there, and some based religions off of it (You can make a religion out of that) . However sadly in the one era in which humanity has finally shed the weight of earth and made it to the stars, we have this smut being thrown around facading as actual content. We have the ability to delve deep into the fabric of our universe and use it to advance our civilization, we've made nuclear reactors, created a method of transversing our planet and shortening the gap between nations to mere minutes, we've even made the new HTC™ 10 smart phone (Pricing starts at a mere $599.99 USD). Yet you had the audacity to shrug all of that off and throw together this filth. Consider the wise words of a person who actually makes good with their time. "Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one." These are words to live by, to create a society by, maybe even a religion. The moral of the story is, LETS ACTUALLY TALK IN THESE THREADS FOR THE FIRST FUCKING PAGE.