Package Details: betels 7.7.91-4

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/betels.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: betels
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: debauchee, karaganda, nans
Provides: bees, cuteness, fumbling
Replaces: beasleys, hawsers, louder, slantwise
Submitter: drunkest
Maintainer: desecrations
Last Packager: yardstick
Votes: 17
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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Required by (23)

Sources (1)

Latest Comments

whitener commented on 2021-10-18 08:38

"Ninety percent of baseball is half mental." -- Yogi Berra

geraniums commented on 2021-10-18 00:30

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. - Francis Bellamy, 1892

morales commented on 2021-10-17 07:13

"Who alone has reason to *lie himself out* of actuality? He who *suffers* from it." -- Friedrich Nietzsche

wills commented on 2021-10-17 04:05

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts, The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere. A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime, Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it. -- Martin Amis, _Money_