That girl on the right is really, really flexible. I can barely put my hands on my back, much less my feet.
Enh, that's not that flexible. I can wrap my hands around my feet pretty easily. I will say, though, that the... Dude? who is the primary focus of that meme has horrible posture. And what's with the guy beside him just lounging? Bizarro. As #1 Aunt, I will say that I helped teach my nephew three important phrases this weekend. "Momma said knock you out", "Get to da choppah", and "Boom goes the dynamite". I'm pleased.
So much confusion over one picture, so I'm providing the worst paint-based explanation in the world to help move along the funny.
Weird question for everyone... My (gay) buddy is getting married in a few weeks and Im planning an impromptu bachelor party this coming weekend. Since both sides of the isle have dudes and chicks as groomspeople, do I invite the other side to the bachelor party or let them throw their own thing? I would ask my friend, but I want this to be somewhat of a surprise and I dont know how to get in contact with the other best man without ruining it (not on Facebook, etc.).
Re: Re: Re: WDT 8/2/13 I realize this isn't my fight, but did you accidentally post something that was suppose to be a PM, then get mad at Nom for responding to it?
My best guess would be to keep it separate, a bachelor party is suppose to be your last night to draw a line between you and your SO and be a "single" person.
Re: Re: Re: WDT 8/2/13 If you keep bringing up traces of that thread, it's going to re-form in here like the T-1000. Don't give them ideas.
Um, are you stoned right now? Because a) the primary focus of that meme is clearly the girls tits on the left side of the photo. 2) the "dude" who has horrible posture is not a dude. d) the guy beside "him" that's lounging is the joke of the caption. iii) you can wrap your hands around your feet . . . while also putting them on your own back? while leaning forward? i.e. my joke was that there are SOMEONE ELSE's feet on her back.
My morning has been a roller coaster. Allow me to explain. Woke up at 5:30 AM to go to the gym before work. As I scraped myself off the mattress I feel immense soreness all over my body from the difficult CrossFit workout from the night before, as well as only five hours of sleep. I hate this life of mine. Lift goes really well, and now the endorphins are kicking in and I'm ready to conquer the day. I make plans to be extraordinarily productive both at the office and at home afterwards. Life is gorgeous. By the time I get to work, I've now become exhausted again as the physical fatigue, hunger and lack of sleep is starting to march into the foreground. I do not want to be at work. This is no way to live. As I walk by the grocery store, I think, you know what? I need breakfast and lunch and an energy drink and I've fucking earned it. I pick up lunch and my trusty Five Hour Energy, as well as full fat plain greek yogurt, and yeah, I think I'll splurge on the fresh Maine blueberries (great treat for Paleo fucks, such as myself). I'll soon be satiated, energized and productive. The world is mine. Get to my desk, brag about my impending feast, and attempt a tear and pull maneuver of the label sticker on the pint of berries, which then ruptures the packaging, sending overpriced berries everywhere. Under my desk, under my rolling office chair, in my dress shoes. Every move I make produces more blueberry jam, so now there is berry mash on my dress socks, in the rollers of the chair and spread all over. Now several coworkers are noticing my misfortune, yet remain verbally concerned/amused and physically indifferent. So now I'm kneeling in berries, without shoes on, trying to mitigate this disaster without furthering the mess and embarrassment. Dress pants are stained and breakfast has been nearly ruined, and it's only 8:30 AM. I then crushed 1 lb. of greek yogurt with the remaining berries and shot the 5HE. Now I'm off and running until noon or so.
Thank fuck all of my shingles scabs finally fell off. The problem now is that instead of severe pain I have almost no feeling all along my nose and the right side of my forehead. Gotta go see an optometrist though since some of it moved into my eye so I could have permanent vision loss. Hopefully now I can actually enjoy this new place without looking like Two Face at least, whenever I did venture into public people thought I had road rash or some shit. If I wasn't so stubborn and had just gone to see the doctor earlier I could have prevented so much suffering. Also, glad to finally be able to get back into the gym after over 2 weeks off because of that. Now time to destroy everything I just did working out with booze.
Re: Re: WDT 8/2/13 If I had a penis, and it was erect, this sentence would have me as soft as Cottonelle. Yuck. (I'm sorry you're all scabby and blind and shit. But I stand by my yuck.)
I never do and didn't until I had berries fall in my shoes. Those little fuckers went everywhere, and of course they're ultrafragile so you're forced to pick up every berry individually.