But you don't have a penis to slice off, so I don't see the problem. Or is there something you haven't shared with us all these years?
I think the best part is the quote from the 23 year old's mother saying that if she knew they were that dangerous, she'd have never let him play with them.
My daughter recently found my old Rubik's Cube. She hadn't touched her fidget spinner since, she is fascinated by this new gadget. "How is it POSSIBLE?!??"
I do not have a penis. I will say that a spinning blade can still slice flesh so it still sounds dangerous. I say this as someone who had a serious fear of a shaving nick on her lady bits back when I first learned of shaving my downstairs.
I work at a shipping company. I have to check packages for damages sometimes. One of the boxes I checked this week had fidget spinners in it. I had a hard time putting the spinner back in the box--I just had a flashback of Nic Cage saying "put the bunny back in the box"--maybe that's why I knit, it's the ultimate hobby for someone with idle hands.
What a fucking day... The trailer I rebuilt to haul my stuff from BC to Ontario has been in storage for the last few months. The plan was to wait for the weather to get nice, and then fix some stuff on it and sell the thing. Needless to say I put it into storage before I took off on Safari... on a farm pretty close to where I live. When I parked it, there were probably 20 other trailers, boats, and a ton of classic cars parked around, and the guy seemed pretty legit. Well, the weather has been nice lately so I figured it was time to fix the trailer and put it up for sale. I called the guy, and he never returned my calls. All last week I tried... no answer. I went out there yesterday to knock on the door, and find the place fucking deserted, with my trailer the only thing left on the properly. Notices were posted, and the owner of the place (turns out he was renting it to the guy that I dealt with) pulled in the driveway just as I was pulling in. Totally crazy coincidence. Turns out the guy basically fucked off after re-selling just about anything and everything he could... but my trailer was just too big and too immobilized for him to unload. Now the owners of the place didn't want to release it back to me because they didn't want to be held liable for possibly giving it to someone who wasn't the owner. NEVER FUCKING MIND the fact that I had the ownership, insurance, and keys to the locks to the trailer. He started getting heated (old Italian guy) so I just said, "ahh... OK... hold on..." and hit "911" on my phone. "Hi... police please... I'd like to report a stolen trailer, and I'm here with the guy who stole it." At this point the guy freaked out and said (in a fucking hilarious Mario voice) "Whattarra you doing?!?" "This is my trailer... you are stealing it from me, so I'm calling the fucking police... what did you expect me to do?" "Hang up! Hang up! We can work this out!" So I hung up, and proceeded to come to an arrangement with the guy that I'd fix the stuff that needed to be fixed (some signal lighting and a bad hub) and then pull it out on Monday. Also made sure to let him know that if anything weird happens, I'm calling the cops back and giving him his contact info as the guys who stole my trailer. He's now freaked out and going out of his way to be accommodating and nice, which is a good thing. But yeah... the renter basically fucked over about 20 people... and is now on the run for major felony charges. Hilarious. And there's a 50' piece-of-shit boat that the guy left behind that is worthless... Mario was trying to get me to take it as a gift, but really it'll just save him from having a wrecking crew come in and dismantle it and haul it away... it's so rotten that it can't even be trailered to the dump. So yeah... I'm now drinking a very large (mason jar sized) Captain and Coke and enjoying some cheesecake that I made. Yee-fucking-haw.
If they're going to do this money-grab, they should have two fights. One in each ring with the designated rules. And his money talk is irritating at best. Diaz had to bleed a lot more to finally get a deserved paycheque. And he beat Conor.
Heya @Revengeofthenerds ... just in case you're looking for some paint scheme ideas for your chicken coop... I got you covered...
I absolutely loved my time spent there. I wish I could have stayed. That city is crazy. The Red Mile is (was?) one of the zaniest bar districts I've ever encountered. It's like Mardi Gras but instead of beads it's closed fists.
Calling it a boat might be a bit of a stretch... I'll grab a picture of it over the next couple of days... you'll see what I mean.
I put marmite on everything. It's that something extra you're missing when you make soups. I hate you.
I'm with Juice. When I lived in Colorado, my roommate was from New Zealand. He convinced me to try vegemite. My only previous exposure was the Men At Work "Down Under" song about the vegemite sandwich, and I thought I'd give it a go. Holy shit that stuff is nasty. Super nasty.