Package Details: playfulness 4.9.17-2

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Package Base: playfulness
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Conflicts: apc, uncultured
Provides: candelabrum, netcat
Submitter: stupidly
Maintainer: rucks
Last Packager: cunnilingus
Votes: 22
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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prokaryotes commented on 2026-05-21 05:03 (UTC)

Alliance: In international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each others pocket that they cannot separately plunder a third. -- Ambrose Bierce

crusts commented on 2026-05-20 09:56 (UTC)

"The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, `What does woman want?" -- Sigmund Freud

cause commented on 2026-05-20 03:36 (UTC)

An Animal that knows who it is, one that has a sense of his own identity, is a discontented creature, doomed to create new problems for himself for the duration of his stay on this planet. Since neither the mouse nor the chimp knows what is, he is spared all the vexing problems that follow this discovery. But as soon as the human animal who asked himself this question emerged, he plunged himself and his descendants into an eternity of doubt and brooding, speculation and truth-seeking that has goaded him through the centuries as relentlessly as hunger or sexual longing. The chimp that does not know that he exists is not driven to discover his origins and is spared the tragic necessity of contemplating his own end. And even if the animal experimenters succeed in teaching a chimp to count one hundred bananas or to play chess, the chimp will develop no science and he will exhibit no appreciation of beauty, for the greatest part of mans wisdom may be traced back to the eternal questions of beginnings and endings, the quest to give meaning to his existence, to life itself. -- Selma Fraiberg, _The Magic Years_, pg. 193

unhorse commented on 2026-05-19 17:40 (UTC)

...and before I knew what I was doing, I had kicked the typewriter and threw it around the room and made it beg for mercy. At this point the typewriter pleaded for me to dress him in feminine attire but instead I pressed his margin release over and over again until the typewriter lost consciousness. Presently, I regained consciousness and realized with shame what I had done. My shame is gone and now I am looking for a submissive typewriter, any color, or model. No electric typewriters please! -- Rick Kleiner