Radical 90s Wizard posted:

This ken burns vietnam documentary owns

TheGreasyStrangler posted:

Is this supposed to mean anything without context

FIDEL CASHFLOW posted:

nah derby girls are rad as gently caress


but yeah, don't like... gently caress one over

LITERALLY SHAKING posted:

Someone point me to a stoner derby girl that likes beards.

LITERALLY SHAKING posted:

Someone point me to a stoner derby girl that likes beards.

Mr. Nice! posted:

Go hang out anywhere where derby girls are present. Don't be smelly or creepy. Have a beard and weed. Congrats you will have derby girl friends. They might all be lesbians. Some might be straight. ymmv.

also not saying you need to really know specific details about anything, but having a working knowledge of their sport helps. like actually go to some bouts and learn some poo poo.

TheGreasyStrangler posted:

Is this supposed to mean anything without context

Smiling Jack posted:

so basically women's rugby players

Smiling Jack posted:

so basically women's rugby players

LITERALLY SHAKING posted:

Someone point me to a stoner derby girl that likes beards.

quote:

I've recently just finished cleaning up my house and writing this post. I write this marinating in the stench of my own filth and shame, publicly humiliating myself as a form of self-imposed retribution.
About two hours ago, I took a big ol' rip of some quality wax, while sitting on my couch naked as gently caress. Probably a .3 of some good Blue Dream, about 3x the max size I usually smoke. Why? Because why the gently caress not? gently caress you, maybe, yeah?

Anyway -- really pleasant, high-quality stuff. This story would probably end better if the same could be said about the state of my lungs.

Upon the exhale of this excellent concentrate, I felt the pressure rise in my head and I began coughing with explosive force. I'm talking the kind of poo poo you see from old people on busses and trains that makes you silently wonder if they're going to have a loving aneurysm. I coughed so hard my entire body convulsed repeatedly, every muscle in my arms and legs tensioning repeatedly. I was sweating. My lower back hurt, and I fell over sideways on my couch in a semi-fetal position. This was a mistake, because that was when I farted.

This was no ordinary fart. This was the kind of fart that rattled my asscheeks, clapping them like Zeus' mighty lightning spreading thunder through the heavens. The explosive force with which the air left my rear end not only left me in tremendous pain, but also in shock from the fact that sheer rear end-wind force caused my muscles to spasm hard enough to push me across my couch in the fetal position. This was the loving Cuban missile crisis of anal expulsions. A fart that I would forever remember as a warning. I was in awe.

I thought I was done coughing, but then came another round. That remembrance of warning rapidly became a reality of disaster, as I instantly felt the propulsive force of what I thought was yet to be another fart. In a split second, I could tell there was something more, but by then, it was too late. At that moment I regretted both my lack of self-control and my earlier ingestion of spicy curry. So did my couch.

Remember that story about the Russian soldier responsible for calling in first strikes who saw nukes on his radar being fired at Moscow by NATO, but kept a cool head and decided his radar was hosed up because they weren't sending enough missiles for the strike to be considered plausible? What happened to my rear end in a top hat is what would have happened to the planet if that guy was high on cocaine and bipolar instead. This poo poo did not have a measurable time span in which to transition from my rear end in a top hat to the outer world. It happened suddenly, and all at once. It would have been less dramatic if someone shoved a loving M-80 up my rear end.

Wall? Covered in poo poo. Entire couch? Covered in poo poo. Dog? Covered in poo poo. loving terrified, at that. Rest of hash oil, bong, and part of my television? You loving guessed it: covered in poo poo.

Everything's washed. Dog is pissed. I'm going to go get drunk.

gently caress.

Naked Bear posted:

tastefully arranged labia posted:

MA-Horus posted:

You hosed up. Ohhhh man, you done hosed up good.

Naked Bear posted:

I've been heating, PB Blasting, and drilling for about an hour now. I may just say gently caress it and do that. It's not like this is a new problem; that stud was already chewed up and wasn't helping much anyway.

This fucker really does not want to give up.

Nostalgia4Murder posted:

Is KFFF alive? Feel like he hasn't posted in a while

TheGreasyStrangler posted:

Is this supposed to mean anything without context