Tashilicious posted:

jsut like the pussy bone

Phy posted:

More like p-zombie-latystemon

luxury handset posted:

he's clearly called Kool-Aid Man, not Glass Pitcher Man, and he is an Invertebrate

if you froze Kool-Aid Man and removed his pitcher, would he be flayed or simply nude?

Ignite Memories posted:

If kool-aid man got a kool-aid transfusion from another kool-aid man, or god forbid from just regular kool-aid, would he still be kool-aid man?

What if all of his kool-aid was transfused?

Captain Monkey posted:

Ah yes, the sip of Theseus problem.

Absurd Alhazred posted:

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Subjunctive posted:

wtf

Subjunctive posted:

no, I mean how can they just go and post that, right where anyone could read it. someone could be hurt

Subjunctive posted:

no, I mean how can they just go and post that, right where anyone could read it. someone could be hurt

1stGear posted:

I once showed a non-goon just the first line of "my nigga have u tried lsd" post and it burnt their eyes from their sockets.

Rutibex posted:

Rutibex posted:

exposure time on those old photographs is like 30 seconds. that cat was 100% drugged for this photo

Beachcomber posted:

Or dead.

Milo and POTUS posted:

Everything in that photo is dead

luxury handset posted:

i believe he is talking about the Personal Salvation Of Resting In the Bosom Of Our Lord, Jesus Christ

Stoatbringer posted:

I wish to hear more about this bosom.

BioEnchanted posted:

You haven't lived until you're motorboated the Holy Ghost.

Scratch Monkey posted:

How many legs did the testicles have?

Deteriorata posted:

Apparently there's a vas deferens between four and six.

Sobatchja Morda posted:

Just finished watching the new Dracula series, and while there were plenty rational irritating moments that stood out there's one part thats completely irrational but still made me incredibly annoyed.

When Dracula is texting Lucy, he's being clever and sends her a vampire emoji. You know, the one with fangs and a cape. The emoji thats based on Dracula, the book, which quite clearly wasn't a thing in the world of this series where Dracula really exists. And the book couldn't have appeared as something inspired by real events, because half of its cast pops up with names unchanged in the present day.

packetmantis posted:

Clearly in that universe it's based off of Stephenie Meyer's hit book series about an immortal European noble who preys on young high school girls.

Android Apocalypse posted:

Prince Andrew wore a cape?

Dixie Cretin Seaman posted:

my top 2 internet culture warriors, ranked:

joey salads : #1
kaitlyn bennet : #2

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1stGear posted:

I once showed a non-goon just the first line of "my nigga have u tried lsd" post and it burnt their eyes from their sockets.

1stGear posted:

I once showed a non-goon just the first line of "my nigga have u tried lsd" post and it burnt their eyes from their sockets.

SeaGoatSupreme posted:

I just spent too long leafing through the last dozen pages and trying to search for it, but I can't find the GiP advice post about the air Force goon marrying a civilian, detailing exactly how everything is going to go down with shocking accuracy.

And I have an aquaintance going through something similar, so I wanted to show it to him because I'm a Rude Man. (Also he'd find a fair amount of comedy from it). Please help me and my weak search skills. I know one of y'all have it handy.

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Go ask the career development folks at the MPF. Also pimp the TMO folks and ask them.
The final answer comes from one of those two sources. And in the end you have a 50/50 chance of being told the wrong thing anyway.
But you asked for thoughts, and after smoking a bowl and contemplating things, I had a thought I'd like to share with you.
Have you considered not marrying your fiancee?
I can count on one finger the number of guys that were USAF intel officers that I wouldn't line up outside the gas chambers if the fourth reich became a thing.
A few years from now, when you can't even stand to look at him without feeling a sense of extreme hatred and disappointment simultaneous to realizing that at 28 years old you spend 50% of your day thinking about becoming a divorcee, remember this advice: Run the gently caress away now.
Seriously, there is a 100% chance your fiancee is a tool and a loving nitwit. There is a 100% chance that he will be peer pressured into becoming a distilled version of fighter pilot gay bro'ness not by dudes that fly fighter jets, but other sperged out intel retard officers. He's going to start saying things like "Check, Rodge, Vector, Burner" and other associated lame as gently caress things, while also sometimes randomly wearing a flightsuit to work on Fridays despite his only flight time being the fam flight he poo poo his pants or puked his guts up during.
Also he's going to cheat on you. Oh man is he going to cheat on you. And there is a not too bad chance that it won't be with some good looking gal, but rather some dumb bitch enlisted intel girl that almost got a degree in psychology from her podunk state school before she decided she hated the taste of gargling frat sperm and dropped out and joined up to get a chance at being the hottest little twat in a windowless SCIF in Japan.
But don't worry about that breaking your heart, he'll never tell you. You'll be too busy caring for the 3-4 kids he demands you squeeze out in repayment to the base model BMW 3 series he's going to buy you when he gets to his second assignment at Tinker AFB.
When he's not deep dicking some borderline inbred dipshit Airman who's a civilian 5 and intel 12, he'll be lording over you how his job and career come first, and pray he doesn't make more money than you because that'll come up everytime you sigh audibly at the dinner table where you two will passive aggressively try to grind down each others will to live and breathe.
By this point as a captain he's going to be TDY 1-2 months a year, where he's getting half assed hand jobs from third tier strippers on excursions with the least socially inept enlisted guys in his flight-- this is probably the point where his raging alcoholism will be so clear and obvious to you that you two will start fighting every Saturday before kick off when his colleges football team inevitably will take a beating. This fight won't stop until his next TDY when the sweet release of his toothless stripper infidelities and lack of home presence gives you time to bust out your big giant purple *BZZZZZ* friend whenever those walking talking pants making GBS threads machines you call children fall asleep long enough to let you deaden the nerves in your clitoris.
Soon after he'll take his third assignment, the one right before he pins on Major, and suddenly he'll be pressuring you into becoming a fundamentalist christian, and he'll delete all of his whores off of his Facebook account and spend his home time posting image macros about 2nd amendment rights, and how jesus spoke english in the bible so these loving Mexicans should too. At this point you two will be consigned to bi-annual loving, and only when you've drank enough cheap boxed wind to be able to stand the idea of him pounding away on you missionary style but still refusing to look you in the eyes.
This will also be the point when your oldest child’s ADHD and pyromania are diagnosed, and one of your parents die. There is around a 85% chance one of you is going to be eating zoloft and klonopin out of loving pez dispensers, and waking up angry that the sweet release of death hasn't taken one of you out of this loveless hosed up marriage.
Somewhere in here the idea of swinging is going to come up casually as an almost joke when you are both in the blissful release of a nice drunken buzz, and one of you will actually be very open and interested in the idea. The other is going to wind up being an unhappy accomplice wondering why your partner wants to gently caress almost chubby guys with spray on tans, or watch the sacred hole through which your children came into this world be filled with all manner of different ethnicities of cock.
I'm late to bring this up, but sooner rather than later you're also going to screen positive for HPV, and your intel officer husband is going to take every bit of research skills he has from his job to convince you that you got it from donating blood or sitting on a toilet seat.
You didn't get it from the Red Cross or a trip to the shitter.
As it stands now though, you can walk the gently caress away and enjoy a life that I'm pretty sure would be better than the above. And you'll never have to see the inside of an officers wives meeting which is a Lovecraftian hell that makes my description of your future seem like Charlie's trip through the chocolate factory.

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SeaGoatSupreme posted:

Thank you! God, it's so good.

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this is probably the point where his raging alcoholism will be so clear and obvious to you that you two will start fighting every Saturday before kick off when his colleges football team inevitably will take a beating.

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Outrail posted:

Can you explain this for the non trekie/furniture candle enthusiasts?

Outrail posted:

Can you explain this for the non trekie/furniture candle enthusiasts?

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Cartoon Man posted:

https://i.imgur.com/r9RLtQD.mp4

Smiling Jack posted:

Tons of anarchy