GODSPEED JOHN GLENN posted:

Ok, so there's a pitcher and a catcher, then a guy gets in between them and tries to slam their balls as well as he can. This is the batter. A bunch of other guys mostly stand around and watch but every once in a while they get a chance to grab some balls. If they grab their balls fast enough or touch the batter with their balls, he can no longer score. A batter can only score if he goes "all the way" without touching any balls.

I hope this helps

Kaiser Schnitzel posted:

Trying to describe beisbol to GaG, a benighted and godless heathen European

Slush Garbo posted:

lmao

Kaiser Schnitzel posted:

Trying to describe beisbol to GaG, a benighted and godless heathen European

Slush Garbo posted:

lmao

Goons Are Great posted:

I finally understand this sport now

Tiny Tubesteak Tom posted:

reporting in live from the bathroom where a meteor shower is occurring over toilet bowl lake

Pahilla the Hun posted:

This is Bob reporting from Copter Cam---it is just a gruesome scene down there, folks. There's just poo poo everywhere. Forget camping at the lake tonight, it's going to be more like cramping from too much cake. Tom what can you tell us about the morale? lovely?

Tiny Tubesteak Tom posted:

well, bob, I can tell you that everyone is absolutely down and brown in the dumps, just having a really rough time trying to piece it all back together after this storm, and with water absolutely flushing out the area right now, I suspect it'll be days before we see rescue units plunging into action

alnilam posted:

And people say the weather is a dull topic

vanisher posted:

https://i.imgur.com/S3Ha03U.mp4

Prof. Crocodile posted:

nut posted:

Drink-Mix Man posted:

Meanwhile in another universe

Khanstant posted:

google THIS posted:

Might just have to repost the whole thread here at this rate

Manifisto posted:

vanisher posted:

prepuce repurposed posted:

Nier: Automata was full of poo poo. Cyborg do not have tiddy

Rarity posted:

If the cyborg doesn't have tiddy you just need to drink more until it looks like it do

Evil Bob posted:

ABOUT HOW MUCH DO YOU THINK I COULD GET FOR THIS GUN???

Macnult posted:

thread title: stick up at the pawn shop

albany academy posted:

I still think about the harry potter with guns thread

albany academy posted:

I still think about the harry potter with guns thread

google THIS posted:

"Master has given Dobby a Glock!"

"What?! No I di--"

*BANG*

Jolo posted:

Khanstant posted:

Manifisto posted:

Lil Swamp Booger Baby posted:

Me at the Spoonville town council meeting, they have long been awaiting my well articulated, deeply considered speech for why we as Spoonville should legalize weed even more, rendering it extra-legal, super legal, judiciously legal to a point that it's so legal that people would think it no less legal than breathing air in public. They observe me crawling similar to an ant because I'm low to the earth as I stroll up to the town hall, I'm in my hub spinner, lowrider, hydraulics on mega-low as I skim off the asphalt like caramel licked off a pan brother. I waltz into the council building and I do mean waltz, my leg moves whipping and wapping out in slo-mo because I'm on that Jigglers infused with the hottest new strains that got triple threat efficacy in getting you to that ant state, the ant-mind, killer efficient and lethal at debating, using only facts, and only feelings in tandem, bound together by the wisdom of balance, I hold up my chain and give a blessing to the memory of Triple Six Mafia who ascended to heaven on that faithful third day when they overdosed on Bin Laden Weed and left this earth to reach a state of consciousness here-to-fore unknown and unexperienced by us.

There's coughing, clearing throats, nervous shifting in the bean bag chairs and the shuffling in the beans within the chairs is like a chorus of rainsticks at a Boy Scout camp-out sushing all at once, like a hall-wide shooshing sound cuz it's time to shoosh and hear the All-Powerful's words.

I click on the clicker and the projector switches on, the big white crumpled bedsheet screens shimmers and makes it seem as though everyone is tripping huge balls, only accentuating the anticipation of the crowd. I pull it up, on screen, they recognize it immediately, they know what it is, and they couldn't believe it before, it was the argument they should have known would have sealed the extra-legal weed-gal debate.

It's the music video Still Tippin' by Mike Jones, feat. Slim Thug and Paul Wall. Mike Jones turns his face to the crowd from the comfort of his extremely low, low-rider (tippin') and says with the utmost confidence, as the crowd gasps.

"BLOWIN ON THAT ENDO

GAMECUBE,

NINTENDO."

The crowd explodes in cheers, it's unanimous, weed is now extra legal.




OP please render this dramatically with spoonmen

Evil Bob posted:

sing this post from the drat rooftops

Finger Prince posted:

Holy poo poo

Evil Bob posted:

sing this post from the drat rooftops

Kaiser Schnitzel posted:

Obviously not work safe: https://voca.ro/aKavVkpD7dp


I've got about 47 more union songs to work on

Jinh posted:

alnilam posted:

Greek guy: check out this triangle math i figured out

Me: wow drat that's genuinely amazing

Greek guy: i even correctly worked out the diameter of the earth with it

Me: holy crap that's impressive

Greek guy: the triangles are in your brain too i can get them out

Me: um

Prof. Crocodile posted:

Prof. Crocodile posted:

nut posted:

dear community,

I collect corks from bottles of wine. it’s kinda my thing in the community. my husband even bought me a gigantic wine glass that, get this, is for holding all the corks. when it strikes my fancy, I will string several of my favourite corks together into an array of bracelets and necklaces and wear them around town, you may have noticed. it’s a cork thing, you wouldn’t get it. sometimes, with the shades drawn in the privacy of my house, I nibble on and eat the corks too. to this date, I’ve eaten id guess at least 45 corks. okay, I’m not guessing, I know it’s 45, thanks to my elaborate cork budget spreadsheet that I maintain by hand and transpose nightly into Microsoft excel. some other things I’ve done with corks? I’m glad you asked. adding pipe cleaners and googly eyes, I’ve crafted a small army of mouse corks and we roam the town, each mouse cork secretly attached to my belt by a string of fishing line but you wouldn’t notice, you’d think I have animated the mouse corks and that they are loyal and obedient, much like my reciprocal commitments to cork. I’m kind of like the Norbit for corks. wait no, that’s the Eddie Murphy movie. Wilbur? I’m the Wilbur of cork mice? was Wilbur the rat guy? I’m the rat guy of cork mice. cork mice, kinda funny to say aloud. cork mice, sounds like a Greek Island where drunk British teens go to drink fishbowls of koolaid and booze and harass the locals. I wonder if in cork mice they use the giant wine glasses to drink from, or if they, too, just collect the corks in them. anyways, I forgot my question but thank you for your time. if you see me and my cork mice army in town square please say hello and don’t be rude, for I am also a practicer of dark cork magicks (perhaps the subject of my next bulletin board note). okay, thanks again for listening and let me know if you can help!

xoxoxox

Khanstant posted:

i dont know this for a fact but i just loving get the feeling that the word "hypocrite" was derived from some robe wearing greco-roman fuckwit with some really goofy on-the-nose rear end name with all the subtlety of a latin Hideo Kojima like Hypocrates and let me guess he had some philosophy about how triangles are in your brain and thats what causes brain disease or people to be disingenuous assholes and he's like let me drain the bad triangles out of your brain dude but the guys like no you let me do it first but he's too ascared so everyone just starts using his name as a derogatory and then a thousand years later it just means hypocrite