Proteus Jones posted:

Considering that’s a diagnostic tool to determine your Glasgow Coma Score, I’d say “Minor Brain Injury” as a best case is not unreasonable.

Data Graham posted:

Considering that’s a diagnostic tool to determine your Glasgow Coma Score, I’d say “Minor Brain Injury” as a best case is not unreasonable. 

Lil Swamp Booger Baby posted:

Kool-Aid Man: *Busts through the wall of a cabin, he has sensed the pure exuberant energy of vast Kool-Aid consumption* OH YYYEEAA-

The Kool-Aid Man suddenly notices a gigantic spread of dead human bodies, he notices the small bodies, the one with little hands and dead little eyes.

Kool-Aid Man: Oh... oh no...

Vincent Van Goatse posted:

Rawfellows posted:

Sup so my mom and cancer happened (shes going to be fine). My sister and I were talking for a while, we got to attitudes... and I had a philosophical 'revelation'.

I will be posting more about my concept "JORDAN" and aesthetics. For now lets call it a rejection of believe and meaning. Its going to include the rejection of logic as the rejection of the institution of philosophy. Lets call it most modern. It supports neuroscience and dennett. It embraces contradiction in order to put action above words.

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I never understood why my teachers could never explian to me the concept of
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American Positivist Nihilism is the philosophy of DC Ultimate Frisbee which says that nothing matters.
-breast cancer sucks

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Minus Green posted:

I wish I had more stories of my own to contribute, but my current boyfriend has an ex who shat his pants while playing Pokemon Go and then had to walk a mile home like that

Noblesse Obliged posted:

Ah. He caught the squirtle

freeedr posted:

My man it was Flavor-aid. Kool-Aid Man hates that poo poo

Pontificating rear end posted:

Ah yes, Chad, my worst nemesis. The attractive hunk to my disgusting abomination. Lovecraft couldn't even describe the cosmic horror that is my face.

priznat posted:

~extremely Dr Yueh voice~ remember.. the poop.. The pooooooooop!

FactsAreUseless posted:

I love posting on a site where people know this.

It was grape.

Detective Thompson posted:

It was Flavor Aid and Kool Aid. Jones gave his followers both kinds of Aids.

Detective Thompson posted:

It was Flavor Aid and Kool Aid. Jones gave his followers both kinds of Aids.

freeedr posted:

Opposite of Live Aid

Untrustable posted:

Since Jim Jones has been mentioned. I have to remind you all, that as a youth, he was very popular for his ability to piss over a house. Just arc the stream right over the house.

freeedr posted:

My man it was Flavor-aid. Kool-Aid Man hates that poo poo

Untrustable posted:

Since Jim Jones has been mentioned. I have to remind you all, that as a youth, he was very popular for his ability to piss over a house. Just arc the stream right over the house.

World War Mammories posted:

was there some technique or did he just have a powerful bladder

Solice Kirsk posted:

You simply insert a needle into your pee hole and plug the rest of it with super glue. Continuously twist the needle until the super glue hardens and remove the needle. Now you're ready for Distance Pissing. Easy pissy.

Solice Kirsk posted:

You simply insert a needle into your pee hole and plug the rest of it with super glue. Continuously twist the needle until the super glue hardens and remove the needle. Now you're ready for Distance Pissing. Easy peasy.

Quiet Feet posted:

*Grape Flavor Aid Man poking tentatively through the wall like a baby chick hatching from an egg* "Oh... hey."

pangstrom posted:

Big muscled men would kick beach sand on my face and steal my girlfriends. Then I designed a penis attachment so my power-washer could propel my urine hundreds of feet and I finally got the respect of my peers.

Icochet posted:

Start a petition to claim one of Marie Curie's nobel prizes for SA because the forums survived radium whereas she didn't.

HaB posted:

FTFY

Would also have accepted: issy pissy

Azathoth Prime posted:

From the thread where Lowtax is soliciting suggestions of things to add/change.

World War Mammories posted:

was there some technique or did he just have a powerful bladder

Untrustable posted:

As I understand it, it was like when you use your thumb to block off the flow to a water hose, causing higher pressure, but with a pecker.

Shibawanko posted:

One thing that always bugged me about that game was that there was this one random level sitting west of the castle for no apparent purpose, with no secrets inside or anything of note except some goombas. Was it intended to farm coins for in the shop or something?

Bonaventure posted:

it's where those goombas live

it's their home

Ice Phisherman posted:

Go to the buffet after church. You're in your best. The haircut you have is like your wife's, but yours is a toupee. Hers is held aloft by so much hairspray that it's a fire hazard. Your daughter is still in her daughter/daddy purity ball dress. The purity rings are low quality metal, but you know a machinist and you'll have your high quality material. You know the machinist personally. The one who degloved his hand that one time? Well he has another hand and he gave your daughter something that won't ever be fitted to her finger and it slides around, occasionally falling off. Good steel though. American steel. Her purity ball dress is too tight. Your pride and joy son is doomed to become the president of the United States one day. And because it'll be 2067 by that point, it'll be from the back of a technical as he shouts to a starving crowd through a microphone because most of the US is underwater, seceding or irradiated.

You're feeling a little queasy and wonder if that tuna casserole tasted off or not. Your stomach roils. Now you're a man of the world. You've been outside of the county once to the capital to show off your prized hog and got fourth place. And you know never to trust a fart, but just this once you do. And thump, right in the tidy whities.

That's the face you make when you poo poo your pants at the family photo at the country buffet. And because you're so practical, you never throw the picture away. It cost you fifteen dollars and you're not wasting that.

Captain Invictus posted:

Potential BFF posted:

I made this last year for something or other because gently caress Lee and gently caress the stars and bars.

General PeeŽ Urinal Cake

Duke Pukem posted:

Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton
where my bladder shy is not a problem
look away, look away, look away from my dong