Re: How often do you think about The Roman Empire?
Posted: Wed September 20, 2023 2:16 pm
I wonder what the preferred pizza toppings were back during the Roman Empire?
Start thinking about The Roman Empire more and you will begin to say smarter things.tommy wrote:Pretty rude.spike wrote:what a dumb take, even by your standardstommy wrote:The Roman Empire sucked ass. Hannibal should have finished them off when he had the chance.
Gaul sausagedoug rr wrote:I wonder what the preferred pizza toppings were back during the Roman Empire?
it has to be my favorite: olivesdoug rr wrote:I wonder what the preferred pizza toppings were back during the Roman Empire?
Chariots were actually invented to deliver pizzas.Chris_H_2 wrote:it has to be my favorite: olivesdoug rr wrote:I wonder what the preferred pizza toppings were back during the Roman Empire?
but i bet they did deep dish instead of tavern style
spike wrote:Start thinking about The Roman Empire more and you will begin to say smarter things.tommy wrote:Pretty rude.spike wrote:what a dumb take, even by your standardstommy wrote:The Roman Empire sucked ass. Hannibal should have finished them off when he had the chance.
I’m definitely going out like Nero.tommy wrote:spike wrote:Start thinking about The Roman Empire more and you will begin to say smarter things.tommy wrote:Pretty rude.spike wrote:what a dumb take, even by your standardstommy wrote:The Roman Empire sucked ass. Hannibal should have finished them off when he had the chance.
You're going to need to learn to keep your emotions in check if you're ever going to make it as HOA president.
a hedonistic sociopath?spike wrote:I’m definitely going out like Nero.tommy wrote:spike wrote:Start thinking about The Roman Empire more and you will begin to say smarter things.tommy wrote:Pretty rude.spike wrote:what a dumb take, even by your standardstommy wrote:The Roman Empire sucked ass. Hannibal should have finished them off when he had the chance.
You're going to need to learn to keep your emotions in check if you're ever going to make it as HOA president.
The plebs did it to him.Chris_H_2 wrote:a hedonistic sociopath?spike wrote:I’m definitely going out like Nero.tommy wrote:spike wrote:Start thinking about The Roman Empire more and you will begin to say smarter things.tommy wrote:Pretty rude.spike wrote:what a dumb take, even by your standardstommy wrote:The Roman Empire sucked ass. Hannibal should have finished them off when he had the chance.
You're going to need to learn to keep your emotions in check if you're ever going to make it as HOA president.
Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.
There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.
There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.
There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.
O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.
have her beheaded, then re-marry to a boy who you've had castrated. he will tolerate your ponderings.E.H. Ruddock wrote:When my wife came upstairs to our bedroom i was just laying on the bed, not on my phone or anything. She asked what i was doing. I said “thinking about the Roman Empire”. She just said “dumb” and rolled her eyes.
Claudia Octavia would have never treated me with such disrespect
It can be done, but it will take a Bammer pun run.spike wrote:Let’s get this thread to page IV, team.