I forgot about that tradition. Brits get this stuffy, Victorian label when in fact, while maintaining an air of dignity and grace, they are utterly insane. These are the same folk that will go against machine gun fire with a sword because "it's quite sporting." Case in point, the hill used in the Gloucester Cheese Roll: The hill is less a hill and more a sheer vertical drop. Spoiler You are absolutely right that this looks like a fucking awesome time. I'd also run with the bulls. Thank God I'm almost a cripple because rock climbing looks gnarly. I'd end up on the face of a cliff fighting a mountain goat for my dropped flask of gin.
Don't we have someone here who is an expert in pubic health? I personally think ignorance is bliss in regards to that field. Kind of reminds me of the whole birth thing, I don't know and I sure as hell don't want to know the ins and outs of that.
The massage chair at this spa has a massager that is going RIGHT up my asshole right now. Sweet Jesus.
See the blacked out button under the butt? That is the massager doing its thing. While surprising at first, it has become more pleasant. It better buy me dinner after this. Freaky fucking massager.
You mean breakfast. That's the "after" meal. We use to dinner in order to BECOME the vibrating anus whisk.
That's not even enough. She dumps water all over herself and let's the chair electrocute her at the same time. You go hard or go home.
Fuck me. I virused my computer on purpose, just to sharpen my skills and keep me on my game. 3 hours later I'm still rooting that fucker out and I see no end in sight. How many self replicating files can one virus have? A whole fucking bunch, that's how many. So far I've found and deleted 4 files that check for files that I've deleted and recreates them if they're missing and apparently there's at least one more hiding somewhere. I'm a fucking idiot for doing this to myself.
That's how you learn the architecture of a virus. My security skills are diminished after being out of the game for so long, but now that I have a job that requires those skills to be sharp, this is much better practice then reading a book.
Fuck me. I cancered myself on purpose, just to sharpen my medical knowledge and keep my immune system on its toes. 3 years later and I'm still in chemotherapy and the doctors have only given me a year or two more at max to live. How much longer will this go until Big Pharma lets the scientists actually release their cure for cancer which currently exists rather than hiding it better than Pope Francis's farts because there is vastly more money to be made off of cancer treatment as opposed to a patented cure? So far I've developed lung cancer, brain cancer, testicular cancer, and, oddly, breast cancer, which are all malignant and create spawn faster than a Mexican orgy on a shuttle sent to Mars. I'm a fucking idiot for cancering myself. Maybe I should have just kidnapped and brutally raped people instead. There's a cure for that, amirite, Ariel Castro?
If thats what you were trying to do, why not infect a computer thats not your own? Why not buy a crappy beater, infect that then go crazy? Tangent: Biggest pet peeve ever, people who say pharma can cure cancer but won't. Those morons don't realize the fortune to be made off of curing cancer. Obviously chemo and radiation is more profitable than a cure.
Just bought the new Madden game, it's beer o'clock and these guys are playing in town tonight. Spoiler