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Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by skinny mike, May 6, 2008.
There are no verities, no fixed truths.
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I’ll return my shirt.
i hate when people talk about their "spirit animals". that's a stepping stone to essential oils and chakra crystals. my spirit animal is telling people to shut the fuck up about their spirit animals.
Sort of like listening to people prattle about their spawn.
Don't like it? Turn your hearing aids down.
I dreamed my bike had a kickstand. It...was...horrible I tell you.
There’s no anguish like the anguish of flushing a toilet in a public bathroom, watching it clog and being able to do nothing about the slow, inevitable march of toilet water to the top of the bowl.
Even though I have rode the trainer, did the pool laps at the JCC. Reached my Sit up and Push up goals. I still seem to have limited endurance. This concerns me. I have plans...
A family of machines specializing in cleaning up after Homo Sapiens.
1. Remove trash and tacky visual clutter.
2. Encourage unfettered movement of wildlife.
3. Chastise clotpolls.
· Organic, rock, and earthen matter to be scattered
· Glass and concrete to be ground back to sand and gravel and scattered
· Compacted into Standard Bricks (SBs):
· Plastic and other hydrocarbon based materials: Consumed as fuel using a zero emissions catalytic process
1 kg square bricks.
Identifies, photodocuments, and shreds roadside shrines, advertising, and billboards, including religious, political, and warfare iconography, and military and police equipment and infrastructure.
Using a CO2 laser, slices of portions of parked vehicles that go outside of marked parking space, are on sidewalk, or blocking pedestrian walkway, road, or driveway. Suppresses any resultant combustion, separates, compacts and bricks (SCBs) removed sections. SCBs double-parked vehicles as specified above.
Shreds and SCBs ricers with fart cans and good old boy pickups, leaving driver seated and confused on roadside.
Identifies, removes, and SCBs wire fencing and associated gates and cattle guards.
Starting from the sea, breaches dams, dykes, and levees. Does so at the rate of one a year. Clones itself when it encounters a tributary. Recognizes and leaves undisturbed natural barriers, e.g. beaver dams.
I'm not sure who is worse to run into on a trail, a horse and rider or an uppity bird watcher.
At least the flower sniffers generally don't care what you do, as long as you stay on trail.
At both 44.474148, -73.142464 and 44.474148, -73.142464 there are three-bay bunkers that, when I arrived here, were reputed to store nuclear weapons. I wonder what's in them now.
You put the same coordinates twice, unless Burlington International Airport has one bunker on top of another.
Yeah, I fucked up. Look at the aerial views - both bunkers are proximate and clearly evident.
I practice the Williston Approach knowing I will never be able to land there...
Hookers and blow?
Well I guess if I had to swear one way or another, I'd say Lazlo wasn't insane. He just had very strange rhythms. But he stomped on the terra. Lord Buckley said that. It's hard to say he got what he deserved, because he never really got anything, at least not in this story. And right now, this story is all we have ... It's sad. But what's really sad is it never got weird enough for me. I moved to the country when the boat got too crowded. Then I learned that President Nixon had been eaten by white cannibals on an island near Tijuana for no good reason at all. Golly, you hear a lot of savage and unnatural things about people these days. Lazlo and Nixon are both gone now, but I don't think I'm going to believe that 'til I can gnaw on their skulls with my very own teeth. Fuck those people, huh? If they're out there, I'm going to find them, and I'm going to gnaw on their skulls. Because it still hasn't gotten weird enough for me.
Why do I race? It's not to win trophies. It's not for the podium. It's not for the comradery. It's not for the speed. It's not for the workout. It's not to meet women (mostly). It's not to fight depression. It's not to get away from people at work. It's not to get into nature. It's not for the challenge of the course. It's for the free socks.
Did you know that if you sit on the toilet at 11:59pm and the clock strikes midnight then it is literally the same sh!t different day.
You know the traffic situation in Boston is beyond bad when articles like this get published: https://boston.cbslocal.com/2019/05/14/boston-traffic-so-bad-it-has-become-a-public-safety-hazard/
Can't wait to move back.
That's where you're planning on ending up after the funemployment?
Pro-tip: don't do that
Moving into the in-laws garage so we can save some money for the next phase of life.
Boston is a hell hole.
Next phase is:
air shows on acid are really fucking intense then its over & you are all jazzed so you think its a good idea to swim out to the sand bar but at the sand bar the under tow is so strong & you are so spun that you dont realize you are being swept out to sea & you dont realize all the sparkling beneath your now suspended feet is a giant school of fish, then next thing you know you are being fished out of the Gulf of Mexico by a Blackhawk & being taken to the naval air station in Pensacola.
Key West for me. It was a Coast Guard helicopter for me. I don't remember any fish.