the random thought thread
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So you make a pretty mean Bomb. You tested them, they are very destructive. You almost blew yourself up. You know how dangerous they are. You're awesome! So you think to yourself. Hey I going to post that shit on youtube to share how awesome I am. Seems reasonable....
http://www.spacetelescope.org/news/heic1806/
If you have time...
If you have time...
Habaneros in your stir fry makes you mouth burn like a mfvcker if you gargle with Listerine afterwards
Millionaire broadcaster working for enormous corporation gratuitously insults a teenager.
Armed with nothing more than a cellphone, kid composes two tweets, fewer than a hundred words, and costs the huge corporation millions.
Kid's name is even DAVID. This is a metaphor.
Armed with nothing more than a cellphone, kid composes two tweets, fewer than a hundred words, and costs the huge corporation millions.
Kid's name is even DAVID. This is a metaphor.
It is way easier to get a 9 y/o to eat a muddy pretzel off the ground than you would expect but still entertaining af.
"Mr. President, who are all those Irish people milling around on the White House lawn? There must be a thousand of them."
"Those are my Mulligans."
"Those are my Mulligans."
You need to go out take some pics of rocks and then post them in the appropriate thread to make up for this not so random post or risk being Jim Banned....
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How do you know how much stiction needs to be added during the rebuild then?
Me to a coworker in an another dept. that I don't know at all, when forced to attend an interdepartmental function that forces social interaction in the guise of team/morale building...
"Do you get to watch porn all day too?"
"Do you get to watch porn all day too?"
When going to the zoo with my family I find myself people watching more than looking at the actual animals. There are always some "interesting" people there.
10 years ago: (Smells cotton candy) Mmmm... cotton candy. 
Now a days: (Smells cotton candy) Alright, which one of you d-bags is vaping.
Now a days: (Smells cotton candy) Alright, which one of you d-bags is vaping.
truth10 years ago: (Smells cotton candy) Mmmm... cotton candy.
Now a days: (Smells cotton candy) Alright, which one of you d-bags is vaping.
Driving in NH is a fucking nightmare.
Never in the history of mankind were as few cars needed to fuck up the traffic completely on wide, fast highways.
Never in the history of mankind were as few cars needed to fuck up the traffic completely on wide, fast highways.
So i was looking at pictures in the random picture thread while i sit in the shed smoking and having my coffee. I was reminded of a one of the coolest things to happen to me. So me and the family go to costa rica. My sisters are younger and i was lucky to be able to go at like 22 years old. Anyways my sister hits it off with the bell boy at this hotel in a town called La Fortuna with a volcano. Its erupting constantly but usually covered in smoke and clouds. But not while we were there, so its erupting constantly and you can see it its close. Well bell boy directs us to the hammok shop to get some weed. We hit it off with the worker/owner and he takes to pick some shrooms. We take off and eventually hitch a ride in a truck. After a short ride we exit on the side of the road and are told ot be quiet. While my sisters hid in the bushes we snuck around and picked shrooms. They grow from little mounds of cowshit that already are covered in grass. Its dark now and the volcano is erupting over yonder and these perfect shrooms were everywhere. We picked a big bag and bounced. We walked forever before a ride was had by these guy that were teasing the shit out our host. Like kinda roughing him up, but he was fine. So we get out at a store and buy a jar of honey. We return to the hammok shop and there is a fire and the volcano spewing lava just over there. They got drums and didgerdoos and shroom caps covered in honey. Just as we start tripping.
Bell boy shows up and doesnt want shrooms or week, he wants to take my sister to dinner. But i wanted beer so i relent and we all go., it was wierd sitting in this outdoor resturant called a "soda" with a case of beer on shrooms with everyone looking at the high as fuck stranger cluyching a case of beer and eating a taco. So we hope in a taxi back to the hammok spot. Bell boy gets out and my sister shuts the door and tells the drive "lets go, back to the hotel". We get back there and have half a bag of shrooms and no honey. So we hit the jacuzzi and watched that volcano erupt and listened to women from la that wanted to be a actress but was a waitress. She was hot. I have no idea what my parents did that night.
Bell boy shows up and doesnt want shrooms or week, he wants to take my sister to dinner. But i wanted beer so i relent and we all go., it was wierd sitting in this outdoor resturant called a "soda" with a case of beer on shrooms with everyone looking at the high as fuck stranger cluyching a case of beer and eating a taco. So we hope in a taxi back to the hammok spot. Bell boy gets out and my sister shuts the door and tells the drive "lets go, back to the hotel". We get back there and have half a bag of shrooms and no honey. So we hit the jacuzzi and watched that volcano erupt and listened to women from la that wanted to be a actress but was a waitress. She was hot. I have no idea what my parents did that night.
Good geometry can only help a lack of skill so much, if your pedal clips a rock or root at speed you're probably still going to get hurt.
First time I've had a headache for a full day after a crash, luckily my face took a good deal of the impact so my helmet is still good.
First time I've had a headache for a full day after a crash, luckily my face took a good deal of the impact so my helmet is still good.
While Taco Bell Diablo sauce clearly has more heat, the flavor of the Fire sauce is far superior on my frozen burritos.
how in the hell does my lady get to be mad at me for something I did in her dream last night? 
lol classichow in the hell does my lady get to be mad at me for something I did in her dream last night?
It's because your brain thinks dreams are real so any emotion you experience in a dream is a real emotion. So if she gets angry at you in a dream she's actually angry with you and that feeling will take a bit to go away. Also whatever you did in the dream usually reflects some sort of insecurity she has about your relationship so it makes her extra upset.
TLDR bitches be crazy
I like crazy but sheeesh!Just a heads-up: non-crazy wimmen don't do this.
HTH.
While it was still light the vendors had closed their stalls and departed, save for some of those selling food and drink; as they departed, music had begun. Now, with the sun long gone, the only light was from the stage and the beer and food tents. Alleys between shops were lit only by the moon, and people drifted through slowly, drawn to light, to music, to other souls. In the distance, a bonfire.
Against the stage, a dimly lit crowd seethed, dancing, jostling, almost but not quite to battle. Outside the dancing mass, others stood close, the dancing-not dancing boundary shifting according to intensity. Occasionally, one would elbow through from the dim alleys to the pit, disappearing in movement.
Two stood at the outside, listening and watching, occasionally scanning for members of their clan, none visible. One listened and nodded, one listened and almost danced, wanting to burrow into the riot but wanting to remain with their companion. Once, a clan member stopped, a brief hello, gone.
They stood so long in this state, only incrementally shifting in and out as the pressure varied, that legs stiffened from lack of movement. Sometime before midnight, the music died; the crowd softened and drifted towards various encampments and with the thinning multitude they walked, to the clan, to the tents, to drink and conversation, to sleep.
Against the stage, a dimly lit crowd seethed, dancing, jostling, almost but not quite to battle. Outside the dancing mass, others stood close, the dancing-not dancing boundary shifting according to intensity. Occasionally, one would elbow through from the dim alleys to the pit, disappearing in movement.
Two stood at the outside, listening and watching, occasionally scanning for members of their clan, none visible. One listened and nodded, one listened and almost danced, wanting to burrow into the riot but wanting to remain with their companion. Once, a clan member stopped, a brief hello, gone.
They stood so long in this state, only incrementally shifting in and out as the pressure varied, that legs stiffened from lack of movement. Sometime before midnight, the music died; the crowd softened and drifted towards various encampments and with the thinning multitude they walked, to the clan, to the tents, to drink and conversation, to sleep.
Just realized I burp at my desk louder than i thought. headphones & music must drown it out on my end.
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