Why would you not just take the balloons to your coworkers cubicle and pop them there? Let them deal with it.
Assault babies don't kill people, people kill people...with assault babies. In my ever-expanding quest to find the perfect self-tanner, I'm trying to decide if my latest choice makes me look tan or jaundiced. I'm leaning towards jaundiced. The search continues! I had one I loved but the don't make it anymore. Why must they hate me so?
I like Jergens, the one that's the daily moisturizer. And based on what I looked like when I put my bikini on today, I'll be using some Jergens soon.
Ewwww do you know what that shit does to you? You won't even look like an old baked potato afterwards. Plus it cooks up the chemtrails and bakes them into your skin extra hard, and you don't have the pleasure of forking money over to it. No dude, you need a George Hamil-Tan. The look of leathery, luxurious love.
Jesus christ. I'm surprised that video didn't put him in jail, even for like 3 hours.[/quote] I don't think they'd send him to jail for what was clearly an accident. Now, this guy, trying to multi-task is full on moron.
I normally find those videos kind of hilarious, but that slapping sound was cringeworthy. And a child's blood curdling scream could be one of the worst sounds in existence. Eh, if he was drinking a beer and doing something stupid, maybe. Otherwise, I think every parent has done something, if not similar, equally as "whoops" worthy. My mom once tipped over my stroller and I got some baby road rash cause she tried to prance away from a sprinkler when we were walking around in Florida.
The girls at work are obsessed with getting deeply tanned. They have these ritualistic layerings of spf and tanning products to get the "perfect" deep tan (while not hurting their skin! Because they used some spf products in there doncha know!) while I clutch my spf 50 to my chest. They call me pasty. I'll be calling them potato skins in about 7 years.
I can reapply sunscreen every 2 hours - I'm still going to turn at least not paper white. I never burn, even without sunscreen, but the browning is slowed a bit with SPF30+.
If you are getting darker, your melanocytes are responding to UV radiation by producing more melanin. This same radiation does a number of things to your skin cells including damaging your skin and causing genetic mutations of the DNA in your skin cells, leading to cancer. Obviously you increase your risks by more frequent and/or intense exposure. You can do what you want but if you want to avoid most tanning or changes in your skin, you'll have to stick with higher spf suncreen, reapply more often, and limit your time in the direct sun. We have melanocytes in our skin for a reason: to protect us from the environment. I'm not saying live in a box your whole life, but being cautious to protect yourself against unnecessary risks is reasonable.
I know accidents happen - but, your mom tripped and was startled by a sprinkler. The dude in that video had a rugby ball in one arm and a child in the other. Then, he tried to catch a thrown soccer ball with a third hand that he doesn't have. First, when you have a choice of dodging the throw or potentially dropping a child, I think you should just let that one go by. Second, hand ball, so it's bad form. But, then I broke my leg when I was 8 months old, due to parent stupidity, so . . .
I'm the perfect candidate for skin cancer and can pretty much check off all the boxes when listed. Pale, blonde, light eyes, bad burn as a kid. I'm kind of vigilant about it. I've had skin cancer as well as pre-cancer. I'm not neurotic about it, but I try to be careful. It's also the fastest way to age yourself. I'm 44 but most people think I'm about 30 when they meet me. One floater pharmacist thought I was in college. I laughed and laughed--but made sure I told everyone. What? It didn't get annoying in the least. I don't care what they said.
If by worst sounds you mean best sounds, then yes, I agree. All that little fucker would've done was get bigger. You know how little bunnies get bigger? By eating the flowers in my gardens. Fuckers. If I could buy that hawk a beer and give it a pat on the back, I would.
Yup. Got all that. And I'm saying that beyond wearing a wetsuit every day or staying inside during daylight hours, both of which are unreasonable, I'm doing all I can. I accept plenty of known risks in my life. This is one of them. I encourage everyone to wear sunscreen, and wear plenty myself.
I feel like even though Jack Palance is dead, he could still kill me. Clint and Palance would get into a glowering contest and the resulting squint energy would bring down the power grid. Going by the definition of grizzled* I'd have to go with Kristofferson just because he smoke, drank, drugged himself near death and generally looks like both life and God have forgotten him. * Grizzled: [griz-uhld] As in: "The day I set foot on that beach in Normandy, I never wished more that there was a god in heaven, and I was never more certain that they wasn't." "Damn, you are grizzled."
So I noticed last week that I had a facebook message from a guy I didn't know saying nice things and wanting to talk. I didn't think much of it as it was a generic name as you get (Gary Smith) and there were a bunch of pictures of him, but his facebook was pretty plain. He sent it back in April and it went under my Other message group so I never noticed it until last week. Well, today I had a message from another guy asking how I was. We had a friend in common this time, but I've never commented on her page, so I feel like he just trolled her friends and picked random women to message. Is this something guys do? Is this common? I ignored it and can you tell when someone reads a facebook message? Because I got a follow up asking if I wasn't interested and can he ask why not? So I just responded no and then he responded again asking if I can't have friends. I've got friends thanks. It's none of you guys is it? Cause it's a little creepy.