hehe; I hope not; I take Native Man Mushrooms myself as I cannot keep milk down; just comes right back up in a couple minutes. Would be terrible if milk really helped.
What is the source? what paper?
Interesting little typo, from a PSA ad in a local newspaper:
"DRINK MILK FOR STRONG BONER"
I'm assuming they meant bones, judging by the proximity of "s" and "r" on a computer keyboard, but either way, MILK IS GOOD.
Someone needs to send that one in to Fail.com.
PSA FAIL!
hehe; I hope not; I take Native Man Mushrooms myself as I cannot keep milk down; just comes right back up in a couple minutes. Would be terrible if milk really helped.
What is the source? what paper?
Valegrim... what are the mushrooms supposed to help with? I just looked 'em up but didn't get a clear idea.
Sinfully rich and delicious if prepared the right way. Chocolate was/is considered an aphrodisiac and anything that caused/causes pleasure was Bad Naughty and Not Good (for certain conservative folk, like the Puritans). Hence "Devil's food." Also called that because of its dark color (should be near black in color).
I WANT!
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Interesting little typo, from a PSA ad in a local newspaper:
"DRINK MILK FOR STRONG BONER"
I'm assuming they meant bones, judging by the proximity of "s" and "r" on a computer keyboard, but either way, MILK IS GOOD.
Someone needs to send that one in to Fail.com.
PSA FAIL!
Already sent in, though I've sent in stuff before and it was never put up.
Already sent in, though I've sent in stuff before and it was never put up.Interesting little typo, from a PSA ad in a local newspaper:
"DRINK MILK FOR STRONG BONER"
I'm assuming they meant bones, judging by the proximity of "s" and "r" on a computer keyboard, but either way, MILK IS GOOD.
Someone needs to send that one in to Fail.com.
PSA FAIL!
Good luck. That one sure seems like a winner though.
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Just read an email from an old friend who's now the head librarian at my high school--
Apparently, the school and city are experiencing an 'epidemic' (I hate overblown adjectives used to politically charge an event) of drug use. So the PTA and a couple of strangely motivated teachers have organized to remove any book from the school libraries (Middle and High) with any reference to illegal drug use.
The librarians are united in opposition to this, and they pointed out that the shelves would very quickly be bare, and such a move would include removing a great many reference books.
In the end, the PTA and school board voted to remove any fiction which 'glorifies' drug use. I'm waiting for a list from my friend of all the books in my high school library which are now banned, but the one that made him cry the most was removal of the entire Sherlock Holmes collection.
He said that the librarians are putting forth a motion at next month's school board meeting to incorporate a Restricted Section in library storage rather than boxing up and tossing the books altogether.
Good luck, I say.
I can't believe The Hound of the Baskervilles requires parental approval and a pass from the school...
:-(
I can't believe The Hound of the Baskervilles requires parental approval and a pass from the school...
:-(
Wow. Scary.
I highly doubt kids are using drugs because of their immersion in classic literature.
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I can't believe The Hound of the Baskervilles requires parental approval and a pass from the school... :-(
Wow. Scary.
I highly doubt kids are using drugs because of their immersion in classic literature.
I would be quicker to accept the idea that some teen lovers commit double suicide after reading Romeo and Juliet, than some kids shoot up coke out of respect for the Great Detective.
[rant] I think it's all reactionary; if it's not D&D and Satanism, or video games and violent movies, it's William Faulkner and J.D. Salinger--but it's never, never-ever, the damn kids themselves, or their lay-about/workaholic parents. [/rant]
I long for an America of Responsible People; people who stand up and say, "I did it because I wanted to."
can someone explain "devil's food" cake?Sinfully rich and delicious if prepared the right way. Chocolate was/is considered an aphrodisiac and anything that caused/causes pleasure was Bad Naughty and Not Good (for certain conservative folk, like the Puritans). Hence "Devil's food." Also called that because of its dark color (should be near black in color).
Compare to angel's food cake - light, fluffy, golden yellow on the outside and near white on the inside.
Darn I was hoping for more of "It's people!! IT'S PEOPLE!!"
Darn I was hoping for more of "It's people!! IT'S PEOPLE!!"
It would be "It's outsiders! OUTSIDERS!" but, eh, to each their own. ;) But also on that note...have you had your Green today?
Just a random comment...
I never realized how funny the TV show Tidus was...funny stuff!!!
I liked Titus. Stacey Keach was a real peach on that show.
Some of Christopher Titus' stand-up films house a lot of good, strong, self honest material.
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Just a random comment...
I never realized how funny the TV show Tidus was...funny stuff!!!
I liked Titus. Stacey Keach was a real peach on that show.
Some of Christopher Titus' stand-up films house a lot of good, strong, self honest material.
Its all good quality comedy...kinda dark, but its still good. Tommy is the best and Dave is HILARIOUS.
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American Airlines to Unveil Pink Aircraft.
Hey, I bought the Red iPod and I do the March of Dimes walk every year, and when I'm home I run the 10K for the ACS, so I'm not knocking the idea of corporate sponsorship of charity, et al.
Nonetheless, when American is charging for blankets and pillows, charging a dollar for a cup of coffee, and proposing to charge an extra $150-$200 for aisle and exit seats in Steerage, I mean, Economy Class--well, I can't believe they're spending any money in addition to necessary maintenance and upkeep. Before long, they'll [airline industry as a whole] have we little people standing in closets with the trash and peanut packets; or at best it'll cost two quarters to recline your seat for three minutes...
And don't get me started--$2 for an 8oz bottle of water in flight, and the lavatory water is non-potable? And when I flew from Fairbanks to Seattle last spring they took my bottle of water I had just bought after I went through security. Don't tell me that's not a scam.
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I figured this was the best place for this story, from a buddy at work:
He got home last night, and piled in front of his woodstove were four corn husks. Knowing they had a bag of 8 ears of corn on the table, he went over to count and, sure enough, they were down by 4 ears. he then realizes that, while he found 4 husks, he found no cobs.
So, off he goes to the vet with his Golden Retriever, whom they then x-ray. And there they are - all four corn cobs and a rock, stuck in various locations throughout his digestive system. No one is sure where the rock came from, but the vet assured my friend that he sees that kind of thing all the time - which, in a way, is more distrubing.
Reminds me of my brother's black lab, who's favorite snack seemed to be clothespins. I s&*$ you not! Ba dump dump.
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17 most recognizable trademarked sounds
That's awesome; I didn't even guess you could trademark a sound.
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So stupid it's funny. When you watch it you might have to click up the volume on their player; it always muted when I navigate to their site.
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My wife went to Jury Duty on Monday and got picked to sit on a jury. The trial started that afternoon, and is still going.
- the first day she came home and hated jury duty and going downtown.
- the second day she came home and hated getting picked for trial and going downtown.
- yesterday, she hated lawyers, judges, and of course, going downtown.
- I'm almost afraid to see what she'll hate today...other than going downtown.
Damn, I hope this trial ends soon.
Alright, I'm starting band practice again tomorrow. There are only two reasons I'm even bothering to mention this.
1. I HATE marching band. The uniforms are uncomfortable and I'm bad enough at memorizing songs without also having to remember how I'm supposed to run around a football feild.
2. I haven't touched my clarinet since I had to play at graduation, and the first game we play at is after 7 practices.
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I can't believe The Hound of the Baskervilles requires parental approval and a pass from the school...
:-(
Wow. Scary.
I highly doubt kids are using drugs because of their immersion in classic literature.
Shakespeare told me to shoot ######. He came down in a spaceship with Jimmy Hoffa and Kurt Cobain to tell me that if I didn't start now, the world would end. But then another spaceship shot Shakespeare to bits, and Joe Cole came out of it and told me, "THE SHAKESPEARE LIES", then flew back to Planet Joe and we all lived happily ever after.
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American Airlines to Unveil Pink Aircraft.
Another airplane/port/line tidbit.
I had to go through the Denver, Hartford, and Atlanta airports TWICE over the last two weeks. It sucked.
However, the ######### feeling of all time is when I, in my green and gray Explorer uniform, am walking down the concourse, and pass a group of soldiers in their crisp, pressed desert gear heading off to Iraq. I feel like such a lowlife when that happens. Me, all high and mighty, Mr. Eagle Scout, walking one way to go to A14 so I can get on a plane to have fun for a week; and G.I. Joe walking the other way with his head down to go to B11 so he can get on a plane to go to a warzone for a year. ####... Not a feeling scummier, in my experience.
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Not that I'd ever watch the show, but I heard that Dancing With the Stars is going to have Cloris Leachman on this new season. WTF? I didn't think she was still alive. Of course, I had to look her up on IMDB, and it says she's 82 years old. Holy Crap! I might have to DVR the series, just so I can watch the episode where she inevitably breaks a hip.
I told her that I'd rather stay in my basement and shoot heroin because it would cause less lasting damage.
Aren't you going to be the surprised one when she shows up at your house with a leather belt and a dirty syringe this weekend. Got to check the spaces between those tattoos...
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Not that I'd ever watch the show, but I heard that Dancing With the Stars is going to have Cloris Leachman on this new season. WTF? I didn't think she was still alive. Of course, I had to look her up on IMDB, and it says she's 82 years old. Holy Crap! I might have to DVR the series, just so I can watch the episode where she inevitably breaks a hip.
Jeez, she's 82? I saw her on the Roast of Bob Saget, and she didn't look more than 65...
Clever joke about returning from the dead.
Bloody censoring system at work...
Anyway, a girl called me yesterday to ask if I wanted to see "Mamma Mia" with her. I told her that I'd rather stay in my basement and shoot heroin because it would cause less lasting damage. Yeah, I'm a people person.
Hahaha
I love that guy ! :D
Mama Mia wasnt to bad; guys dont get dissed very much; lots of sexual inuendo; maybe you should reconsider; that movie put my GF in good mood :) was worth the pain of substandard singing of songs that didnt really fit the scene.
of course; if you take dating advice from me; well; you probably should just stick that needle in your eye and squeeze; hehe.
hehe wow; after this I am on the edge of my seat awaiting your next post.....this is a paizo soap opera hehe good luck
My wife went to Jury Duty on Monday and got picked to sit on a jury. The trial started that afternoon, and is still going.
- the first day she came home and hated jury duty and going downtown.
- the second day she came home and hated getting picked for trial and going downtown.
- yesterday, she hated lawyers, judges, and of course, going downtown.
- I'm almost afraid to see what she'll hate today...other than going downtown.
Damn, I hope this trial ends soon.
Yeah; that show was scarey funny; to many references to close to home.
Just a random comment...
I never realized how funny the TV show Tidus was...funny stuff!!!
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hehe wow; after this I am on the edge of my seat awaiting your next post.....this is a paizo soap opera hehe good luck
My wife went to Jury Duty on Monday and got picked to sit on a jury. The trial started that afternoon, and is still going.
- the first day she came home and hated jury duty and going downtown.
- the second day she came home and hated getting picked for trial and going downtown.
- yesterday, she hated lawyers, judges, and of course, going downtown.
- I'm almost afraid to see what she'll hate today...other than going downtown.
Damn, I hope this trial ends soon.
Crap, I forgot about this. Anyway, the trial finally ended. My wife did complain about the hour-long closing argument the prosecutor made. Otherwise, they found one defendant guilty of attempted murder (and some other stuff) but the other one got off because they couldn't prove beyond a reasonable doubt that he was there when the bad things happened.
I work the night desk at a motel and meet all sorts of strange people. This in one of the most bizarre things I heard. I paraphrased a good bit here but this is the end result of the guy’s long ramble and way to detailed nonsensical explanitation.
"The Vietnam War was a republican conspiracy led by LBJ to control the oil reserves of S.E. Asia on behalf of Israel and the Freemasons. And JFK was assassinated by the CIA because he was going to stop it."
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I work the night desk at a motel and meet all sorts of strange people. This in one of the most bizarre things I heard. I paraphrased a good bit here but this is the end result of the guy’s long ramble and way to detailed nonsensical explanitation.
"The Vietnam War was a republican conspiracy led by LBJ to control the oil reserves of S.E. Asia on behalf of Israel and the Freemasons. And JFK was assassinated by the CIA because he was going to stop it."
One of the regulars at the library where I work during the summer is pretty eccentric. The dude's in his seventies, and says he's an inventor. However, all I've seen him "invent" are new uses for duct tape- he uses it to repair his clothes (don't get me wrong, I've done it on occasion, but not to THIS guy's extent). He also insists that the ancient Celts came to New York before Columbus and built castles in the Adirondacks.
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The Haschish
by John Greenleaf Whittier
Of all the Orient lands can vaunt
Of marvels with our own competing,
The strangest is the Haschish plant.
And what will follow on its eating.
What pictures to the taster rise,
Of Dervish or of Almeh dances!
Of Eblis, or of Paradise,
Set all aglow with Houri glances!
The poppy visions of Cathay,
The heavy beer-trance of the Suabian;
The wizard-lights and demon play
Of nights Walpurgis and Arabian!
The Mollah and the Christian dog
Change place in mad metampsychosis;
The Muezzin climbs the synagogue,
The Rabbi shakes his beard at Moses!
The Arab by his desert well
Sits choosing from some Caliph's daughters,
And hears his single camel's bell
Sound welcome to his royal quarters.
The Koran's reader makes complaint
Of Sittan dancing on and off it;
The robber offers alms, the saint
Drinks Tokay and blasphemes the Prophet.
Such scenes that Eastern plant awakes;
But we have one ordained to beat it,
The Haschish of the West, which makes
Or fools or knaves of all who eat it.
The preacher eats, and straight appears
His Bible in a new translation;
Its angels Negro overseers,
And Heaven itself a snug plantation!
The man of peace, about whose dreams
The sweet millennial angels cluster,
Tastes the mad weed, and plots and schemes,
A raving Cuban filibuster!
The noisiest Democrat, with ease,
It turns to Slaver's parish beadle,
The shrewdest statesman eats and sees
Due southward point the polar needle
The judge partakes, and sits erelong
Upon his bench a railing Blackguard;
Decides off-hand that right is wrong,
And reads the ten commandments backward.
O potent Plant! so rare a taste
Has never Turk or Gentoo gotten;
The hempish Haschish of the East
Is powerless to our Western Cotton!
So I may or may not be getting married within two months. Which is an annoyance because I'm kinda the one who has to plan it.
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Interesting phone call received today at the library: (note that this was gathered by listening to the phone call- someone else responded)
Linda (librarian) - "Hello, Black Watch Memorial Public Library."
Patron - "Why isn't the library listed in the business yellow pages?"
Linda - "Well, you see, it's a public library..."
Patron - "You should advertise that fact better."
Linda - "It's on the front of the building."
Patron - "Who do you think you are? I want to talk to your superior."
Linda - "OK. Heather?"
Heather (head librarian) - "This is a public library. All of our funding comes from the town hall. We're on the payroll of the town."
Patron - "That still doesn't explain why you're not in the business yellow pages."
Heather - "We're run by the town. We're not a business."
Patron - "You should state that more clearly. Goodbye."
Heather - "What was that about?"
Linda - "I have no idea."
Me - "That... what the hell?"
Well; I can tell you the truth about the Vietnam war in about a sentence if you like; no bull.
It wasnt oil and actually had a tactical reason.
I work the night desk at a motel and meet all sorts of strange people. This in one of the most bizarre things I heard. I paraphrased a good bit here but this is the end result of the guy’s long ramble and way to detailed nonsensical explanitation.
"The Vietnam War was a republican conspiracy led by LBJ to control the oil reserves of S.E. Asia on behalf of Israel and the Freemasons. And JFK was assassinated by the CIA because he was going to stop it."
Do you mean one of you may or may not have doubts? Very curious statement....
So I may or may not be getting married within two months. Which is an annoyance because I'm kinda the one who has to plan it.
So I may or may not be getting married within two months. Which is an annoyance because I'm kinda the one who has to plan it.Just be glad you found someone...
He found me at the gaming table. A match made in the Abyss, complete with chaos and evil.
Enjoy the single life. It blows once you get married and older and you're "not allowed" to game anymore because your wife/husband/SO/ball-and-chain says so. I saw it too often when I worked the store. It's a sad sad man who has to beg his gaming group to make bowling alley noises when his wife calls demanding to know where he is on a thursday night.