Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and five inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.
The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II.
Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the four day mark.
After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself...
After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for three hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it... or rather didn't react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The two non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped.
So did the whispering to the microphones.
After three more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were working, since they thought it impossible that no sound could be coming with five people inside. The oxygen consumption in the chamber indicated that all five must still be alive. In fact it was the amount of oxygen five people would consume at a very heavy level of strenuous exercise. On the morning of the 14th day the researchers did something they said they would not do to get a reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, hoping to provoke any response from the captives they were afraid were either dead or vegetables.
They announced: "We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom."
To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice response: "We no longer want to be freed."
Debate broke out among the researchers and the military forces funding the research. Unable to provoke any more response using the intercom it was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.
The chamber was flushed of the stimulant gas and filled with fresh air and immediately voices from the microphones began to object. 3 different voices began begging, as if pleading for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They began to scream louder than ever, and so did the soldiers when they saw what was inside. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in 'life.'
The food rations past day five had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject's thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing four inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four 'surviving' test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their finger tips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.
The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.
Most of the soldiers were Russian special operatives at the facility, but still many refused to return to the chamber to remove the test subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep...
To everyone's surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight in the process of being removed from the chamber. One of the Russian soldiers died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject's teeth. Another 5 of the soldiers lost their lives if you count ones that committed suicide in the weeks following the incident.
In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers attempted to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for another three minutes, struggling to attack anyone in reach and just repeating the word "MORE" over and over, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.
The surviving three test subjects were heavily restrained and moved to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the gas demanding to be kept awake...
The most injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his organs placed back within his body it was found that he was effectively immune to the sedative they had given him to prepare him for the surgery. He fought furiously against his restraints when the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear most of the way through a four inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even through the weight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took only a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that died on the operating table it was found that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscles that were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his struggle to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force his own muscles had exerted on them.
The second survivor had been the first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords destroyed he was unable to beg or object to surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval when the anesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when someone suggested, reluctantly, they try the surgery without anesthetic, and did not react for the entire six hour procedure of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it should be medically possible for the patient to still be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she had seen the patients mouth curl into a smile several times, whenever his eyes met hers.
When the surgery ended the subject looked at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to talk while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient could write his message. It was simple. "Keep cutting."
The other two test subjects were given the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it impossible to perform the operation while the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects could only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system in an abnormally short period of time and they were soon trying to escape their bonds. The moment they could speak they were again asking for the stimulant gas. The researchers tried asking why they had injured themselves, why they had ripped out their own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again.
Only one response was given: "I must remain awake."
All three subject's restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting determination as to what should be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath of their military 'benefactors' for having failed the stated goals of their project considered euthanizing the surviving subjects. The commanding officer, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what would happen if they were put back on the gas. The researchers strongly objected, but were overruled.
In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone's surprise all three stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. One of subjects that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal. As they focused on paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor only one nurse saw his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.
The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as three researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.
He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. "I won't be locked in here with these things! Not with you!" he screamed at the man strapped to the table. "WHAT ARE YOU?" he demanded. "I must know!"
The subject smiled.
"Have you forgotten so easily?" the subject asked. "We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread."
The researcher paused. Then aimed at the subject's heart and fired. The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, "So... nearly... free..."
You're sitting in your room, on your ASUS laptop. Your favorite thing to do is to browse shitposts on /r/JonTron. You're sitting on your bed, when suddenly there is a knock on your door. Yoda shows up at your door. He seems like he wants something. He jumps at you and you stick your fist inside of his massive, hand sized hole. As you feel the cheap chinese rubber, you start to get extremely aroused. He's a good egg. Its funny, you say to yourself, I thought he was Green and Clean, when right now hes more dirty then clean...
According to all known laws
there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.
Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.
The bee, of course, flies anyway
because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.
I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.
It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.
That's our whole SAT test right there.
Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.
And then, of course...
The human species?
So if there's no more pollination,
it could all just go south here,
I know this is also partly my fault.
How about a suicide pact?
How do we do it?
- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.
sorry, but I gotta get going.
I had to open my mouth and talk.
Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?
To the final Tournament of Roses parade
They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.
It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.
Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.
I know. Me neither.
Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.
Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?
- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.
Flowers, bees, pollen!
That's why this is the last parade.
Oould you ask him to slow down?
Oould you slow down?
OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.
Yes, it kind of is.
I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you
with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.
Actually, it's completely closed down.
I thought maybe you were remodeling.
But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.
I don't want to hear it!
All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.
I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.
All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.
- Across the nation!
Tournament of Roses,
They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.
Security will be tight.
I have an idea.
Vanessa Bloome, FTD.
Official floral business. It's real.
Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.
Thank you. It was a gift.
we just pick the right float.
How about The Princess and the Pea?
I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!
Yes, I got it.
- Where should I sit?
- What are you?
- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?
It goes under the mattresses.
- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.
You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!
Let's see what this baby'll do.
Hey, what are you doing?!
Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...
...without arousing suspicion.
Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.
- You and your insect pack your float?
Has it been
in your possession the entire time?
Would you remove your shoes?
- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.
I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.
Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.
Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!
I think this is gonna work.
It's got to work.
this is Oaptain Scott.
We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.
It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.
Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.
I gotta get up there
and talk to them.
Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?
I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.
Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.
- What'd you say, Hal?
Don't freak out! My entire species...
What are you doing?
- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?
Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.
Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?
And please hurry!
What happened here?
There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.
One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!
- Is that another bee joke?
No one's flying the plane!
This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?
This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.
Where's the pilot?
and so is the copilot.
Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?
As a matter of fact, there is.
- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.
From the honey trial?! Oh, great.
Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.
It's got giant wings, huge engines.
I can't fly a plane.
- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
How hard could it be?
We're headed into some lightning.
This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,
where a suspenseful scene
fresh from his legal victory...
...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers
and an incapacitated flight crew.
We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls
with absolutely no flight experience.
Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.
I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.
They've done enough damage.
But isn't he your only hope?
Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.
Their wings are too small...
Haven't we heard this a million times?
"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."
- Get this on the air!
- Got it.
- Stand by.
- We're going live.
The way we work may be a mystery to you.
Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.
But let me tell you about a small job.
If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.
More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.
That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.
That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.
We get behind a fellow.
- Black and yellow!
Left, right, down, hover.
- Forget hover.
This isn't so hard.
Barry, what happened?!
Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.
- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!
So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.
All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!
Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!
Don't have to yell.
I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.
It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!
It's not a tone. I'm panicking!
I can't do this!
Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!
You snap out of it.
You snap out of it.
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!
- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.
How is the plane flying?
I don't know.
Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?
The Pollen Jocks!
They do get behind a fellow.
- Black and yellow.
All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.
Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?
No, nothing. It's all cloudy.
Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.
- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.
Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.
Bring the nose down.
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?
Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.
Land on that flower!
Ready? Full reverse!
Spin it around!
- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?
- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!
That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower
made of millions of bees!
Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.
Rotate around it.
- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.
Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?
Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!
Just drop it. Be a part of it.
Aim for the center!
Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!
Oome on, already.
Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!
- Yes. No high-five!
Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?
What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!
- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.
This runway is covered
with the last pollen
from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.
That means this is our last chance.
We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.
If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?
Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?
Then follow me! Except Keychain.
Hold on, Barry. Here.
You've earned this.
I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.
That's our Barry.
Mom! The bees are back!
If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.
I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!
Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?
Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.
Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!
Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!
I had no idea.
Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?
Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.
Sorry I'm late.
He's a lawyer too?
I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.
Have a great afternoon!
Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.
No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.
You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?
All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.
Thank you, Barry!
That bee is living my life!
Let it go, Kenny.
- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.
- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.
Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.
You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.
- Thinking bee!
Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?
I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!
All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.
I had virtually no rehearsal for that.
Ukulele er et strengeinstrument med fire strenger, som regel stemt G-C-E-A eller A-D-F#-B. Stemming ligger i tonehøyde en kvint over gitarens 4 strenger 1 ? 4, der 4. streng er stemt en oktav opp. (a' d' f#' b') Instrumentet stammer fra Hawaii, der det ble utviklet på 1880-tallet, med påvirkning fra instrumenter fra Portugal. Instrumentet er i utseende svært likt en gitar, utseendemessig er det eneste som skiller dem størrelsen og antallet strenger. Den har en lys og relativt skarp tone.
1 Ukulelens Historie
2 Ukuleler i ulike størrelser
4 Ukulele i Norge
5 Eksterne lenker
Ukulelens Historie[rediger | rediger kilde]
Mangler referanser: Dette avsnittet trenger flere referanser for verifikasjon. Hjelp gjerne til med å forbedre denne artikkelen ved å legge til pålitelige kilder (en). Materiale uten kilder kan bli fjernet.
Ukulele er et instrument fra Madeira i Portugal. På 1870-tallet var Madeira rammet av av sult og tørste. Da flyktet folket med skip til Hawaii. Musikeren Joao Fernandez var en av passasjerene og han hadde en Braguinha, som han kalte det. Da Joao begynte å spille, syntes det hawaiiske folket at fingrene så ut som hoppende lopper. Hoppende lopper på hawaiisk er ukulele, derav navnet. Hawaiis daværende konge ble svært begeistret for Fernandez og ukulelen, og senere erklærte han dette som Hawaiis nye kultur-instrument. Siden det har nesten alle fra Hawaii hatt en egen ukulele, for ukuleler har heller nesten aldri vært spesielt dyre. Siden dette er ca. 130 år siden, tror folk at ukulelen er fra Hawaii. Senere, på 1900-tallet, ble ukulelen verdenskjent, og spesielt amerikanerne fikk sansen for dette 4-strengers intrumentet. Senere har ukulelen også blitt populær i de andre verdensdelene.
Ukuleler i ulike størrelser[rediger | rediger kilde]
Ukulele bygges i fire vanlige størrelser: sopran, konsert, tenor og bariton.
Sopranen er den minste, vanligste og regnet som standard størrelse. Konsertmodellen, concert, har litt lengre strenge-mensur; og dermed lengre hals med flere bånd. Tenor har dertil større kropp og mer basstone. Den største, barytonen, er nærmest gitaren i tone og stemming.
Type Strengenes mensur Ukulelens lengde Stemming
sopran 33?cm 53?cm a' d' f#' h'
konsert 38?cm 58?cm a' d' f#' b' eller g c' e' a'
tenor 43?cm 66?cm g' c' e' a', g c' e' a' eller d' g h e'
baryton 48?cm 76?cm d g h e'
Stemming[rediger | rediger kilde]
Vanlig standardstemming av sopran- og konsert-ukulele i Norden og Norra Europa er D-stemningen (a' d' f#' b') Men konsert- og tenor-ukuleler kan også stemmes med C-stemmingen, g' c' e' a'.
Spesielt er det at 4. streng er stemt en oktav over det forhold vi er vant med fra andre strenginstrumenter. Dette kan på engelsk kalles reentrant tuning. Baryton-ukulelen stemmes som gitarens fire toppstrenger: d g h e'.
I USA brukes som regel C-stemningen til både sopran, konsert og tenor. D-stemningen var den opprinnelige stemmingen på Hawaii og mange mener at denne er den beste for sopran-ukuleler med tradisjonell liten kropp.
Ukulele i Norge[rediger | rediger kilde]
Av hjemlige artister, som tidvis også har spilt ukulele, kan nevnes: Espen Lind, Siri Nilsen, Lillebjørn Nilsen, Hilde Louise Asbjørnsen, Tony Sheehan, Morten Asklie, The Jumping Fleas, Øystein Dolmen med Knutsen & Ludvigsen, Gunnar Andersen med 3 Busserulls, Harald Heide-Steen jr., Åse Kleveland og Otto Nielsen.
Eksterne lenker[rediger | rediger kilde]
«DigitaltMuseum: Søk: 'ukulele'».
E.T Ukulele ? Norsk ressursside om ukulele i musikkundervisningen
musikkstubbDenne musikkrelaterte artikkelen er foreløpig kort eller mangelfull, og du kan hjelpe Wikipedia ved å utvide den.
Eksterne baser (Autoritetsdata)
GND · NDLRedigere på wikidata
Ikke logget innBrukerdiskusjonBidragOpprett kontoLogg innArtikkelDiskusjonLesRedigerRediger kildeVis historikkSøk
Søk i Wikipedia
Hva lenker hit
Siter denne siden
Skriv ut / eksporter
Opprett en bok
Last ned som PDF
På andre prosjekter
På andre språk
Denne siden ble sist endret 11. jun. 2016 kl. 18:16.
Innholdet er tilgjengelig under Creative Commons-lisensen Navngivelse-Del på samme vilkår, men ytterligere betingelser kan gjelde. Se bruksvilkårene for detaljer.
Til alle våre lesere i Norge: :
I dag ber vi deg om å hjelpe Wikipedia. Når jeg gjorde Wikipedia til en ideell organisasjon, så advarte folk meg om at jeg ville angre det. Mer enn et tiår senere så er nettstedet det eneste av de ti topp-stedene som er drevet av en ideell organisasjon og et samfunn av frivillige. Har det streifet meg hvor mye vi kunne ha gjort hvis nettstedet hadde hatt annonser? Sikkert. Men det ville ikke vært det samme nettstedet. Vi ville ikke vært i stand til å stole på det. For å beskytte vår selvstendighet, vil vi aldri bruke annonser. Vi holdes i gang av donasjoner på rundt 100 kr. Nå spør vi på nytt; hvis alle som leser dette gav 20 kr, da kunne vi holde Wikipedia gående i flere år fremover. Alt vi trenger er prisen av en kopp kaffe. Det er lett å overse denne meddelelsen; de fleste gjør det. Men jeg håper du vil tenke over hvor nyttig Wikipedia er for deg. Vi er her for å gi deg pålitelig og nøytral informasjon i en verden hvor falske nyheter spres så utrolig lett. Vær snill å hjelp oss å holde et stadig voksende Wikipedia på nettet. Tusen takk! ? Jimmy Wales, Wikipedias grunnlegger
Vape naysh y'all
Dis be my shiteu
omfg dere er kule men kpop er 1000000000 ganger bedre omg
Jeg har spilt ukulele i 5 år, og regner meg selv som ganske profesjonell. Kunne dere muligens vurdere meg som nytt medlem. Jeg er en glad gutt på 54 år som stortrives blant andre mennesker og elsker musikk. Vennligst kontakt meg via epost: firstname.lastname@example.org