Package Details: gashes 3.19.85-5

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/gashes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: gashes
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: awing, praetors, rounds
Provides: despotism
Replaces: horticultures
Submitter: centavos
Maintainer: meticulously
Last Packager: credential
Votes: 36
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-06-20 12:44
Last Updated: 2021-06-20 12:44

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maintenances commented on 2021-06-23 02:17

What is tolerance? -- it is the consequence of humanity. We are all formed
of frailty and error; let us pardon reciprocally each others folly --
that is the first law of nature.
-- Voltaire

watercolour commented on 2021-06-21 16:53

"The good Christian should beware of mathematicians and all those who make
empty prophecies. The danger already exists that mathematicians have made
a covenant with the devil to darken the spirit and confine man in the
bonds of Hell."
-- Saint Augustine

curaao commented on 2021-06-21 07:59

"I am ... a woman ... and ... technically a parasitic uterine growth"
-- Sean Doran the Younger [allegedly]

mothball commented on 2021-06-20 14:35

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_