4100 pts ยท April 7, 2019
40something dude in California.
Maybe we should start taking warning labels off things. The problem will eventually resolve itself.
My idiot creature generic cat would be fine with this.
Almost nobody wants that.
If this country is ever desperate enough to elect me, I will up the ante and wear a leisure suit, tracksuit, or wetsuit for any public appearance.
My favorite memory of one of these jets involves daydrinking in the backyard at my homie's cheap rental house that was directly in the landing path of the local air national guard base. We were cheering it on for some reason, and our other buddy decided to moon the damn thing. I like to hope they saw his disturbingly white ass.
I see it as a "good for him, but either really good or really bad for his partner" situation.
Sounds like we're facing a new tragic prelude.
I'm gonna start telling my kids that they are. As a joke.
Ah, yes. The Hodaka combat wombat. 125cc's of pure marsupial-named dirt bike rage.
Illiterate orange scumbag usually adds unnecessary punctuation, but I think this is correct.
I'm not convinced that this isn't a puppet.
Schrodinger's protesters: simultaneously soft, weak liberal snowflakes and dangerous antifa supersoldiers.
The only part of my jeep that worked reliably.
My idiot creature is a proud (indoor only) hunter. He's really good at murderizing socks and the occasional zip tie, but isn't so great with things that actually move.
Don't worry, bud. You'll get your chance.
*extremely bullet resistant.
Can we get an immodesty goose? Asking for a friend. A friend who is me.
If it helps, nothing is really bulletproof. Everything is varying degrees of bullet resistant, so becoming "moderately bulletproof" is a hell of an achievement that you should be very proud of.
Just wanted to add this: Neutrogena makeup wipes (or store brand version) are amazing for decontaminating exposed skin. Works on oc and cs. Water and fresh air work well to get it out of your eyes. Blink. A lot. When you get home, take a cool shower (hot water reactivates oc). Wash exposed skin and hair with dawn or similar dish soap. Castile soap works too. Wash your clothes on the hottest setting you can. Multiple rinses if possible. Dry hot.
If you're that good, it definitely is an art form.
I've never been sad about being able to read. Until now. Thanks for that.
#16- I'm a kinda whitish guy from California. I much prefer earthquakes, fires, floods, and the existence of Oildale to tornadoes. Also diversity is pretty fucking cool.
Damnatio Memoriae. Erase their names from history.
I will add this to the positive column.
The only thing wrong is the "50k and a lifetime of shame". These fuckers aren't ashamed.
*stares scornfully at my 8 and 1 year old idiot creatures*
Pull the Uno reverse card. Shark jumps on your boat? Dive into the ocean and show that fucker how the game is played.
I ended a twenty five year friendship with someone who expected me to lie to his wife about his cheating after he got caught. Fuck that shit.
I'd hazard a guess that his palms were sweaty. I don't know about the spaghetti, but he's not wearing a sweater, so it's possible he may have vomited on it, already.
Maybe we should start taking warning labels off things. The problem will eventually resolve itself.
My idiot creature generic cat would be fine with this.
Almost nobody wants that.
If this country is ever desperate enough to elect me, I will up the ante and wear a leisure suit, tracksuit, or wetsuit for any public appearance.
My favorite memory of one of these jets involves daydrinking in the backyard at my homie's cheap rental house that was directly in the landing path of the local air national guard base. We were cheering it on for some reason, and our other buddy decided to moon the damn thing. I like to hope they saw his disturbingly white ass.
I see it as a "good for him, but either really good or really bad for his partner" situation.
Sounds like we're facing a new tragic prelude.
I'm gonna start telling my kids that they are. As a joke.
Ah, yes. The Hodaka combat wombat. 125cc's of pure marsupial-named dirt bike rage.
Illiterate orange scumbag usually adds unnecessary punctuation, but I think this is correct.
I'm not convinced that this isn't a puppet.
Schrodinger's protesters: simultaneously soft, weak liberal snowflakes and dangerous antifa supersoldiers.
The only part of my jeep that worked reliably.
My idiot creature is a proud (indoor only) hunter. He's really good at murderizing socks and the occasional zip tie, but isn't so great with things that actually move.
Don't worry, bud. You'll get your chance.
*extremely bullet resistant.
Can we get an immodesty goose? Asking for a friend. A friend who is me.
If it helps, nothing is really bulletproof. Everything is varying degrees of bullet resistant, so becoming "moderately bulletproof" is a hell of an achievement that you should be very proud of.
Just wanted to add this: Neutrogena makeup wipes (or store brand version) are amazing for decontaminating exposed skin. Works on oc and cs. Water and fresh air work well to get it out of your eyes. Blink. A lot. When you get home, take a cool shower (hot water reactivates oc). Wash exposed skin and hair with dawn or similar dish soap. Castile soap works too. Wash your clothes on the hottest setting you can. Multiple rinses if possible. Dry hot.
If you're that good, it definitely is an art form.
I've never been sad about being able to read. Until now. Thanks for that.
#16- I'm a kinda whitish guy from California. I much prefer earthquakes, fires, floods, and the existence of Oildale to tornadoes. Also diversity is pretty fucking cool.
Damnatio Memoriae. Erase their names from history.
I will add this to the positive column.
The only thing wrong is the "50k and a lifetime of shame". These fuckers aren't ashamed.
*stares scornfully at my 8 and 1 year old idiot creatures*
Pull the Uno reverse card. Shark jumps on your boat? Dive into the ocean and show that fucker how the game is played.
I ended a twenty five year friendship with someone who expected me to lie to his wife about his cheating after he got caught. Fuck that shit.
I'd hazard a guess that his palms were sweaty. I don't know about the spaghetti, but he's not wearing a sweater, so it's possible he may have vomited on it, already.