So... I did the Krispy Kreme Challenge this morning. I can't imagine ever craving a donut ever again. Also, I was unprepared for the number of hairy men in speedos and dresses.
27" here. I was outside clearing snow for 3 fucking hours. The streets have 2 feet of snow on them and who knows when a plow will come through. My back hurts.
Happy Lunar New Years! Fuck snow! Lasik stands for laser magick, and if I had thought of it a dozen years ago, that would be my PUA club name. I however, have returned to having hawk-like vision, and couldn't be happier with the procedure, despite not understanding a fucking whisper of what the staff said the entire time. Staff: (Korean Korean Korean) Me: (Blank stare) Staff: You...uh...do this...now. Me: Yup! Staff: (Korean Korean Korean) Me: Balls.
Well, date for the evening cancelled. Some weak bullshit about "the subway is closed". Fuck you, god. Fuck you.
My parents in New Hartford have about 30 I think. Problems is, bumfuck dirt roads aren't high on the plowing priority list.
No, but there is Hockey Day in Canada. I'm not normally in the habit of watching hockey. Or TV at all. I went on a "date" with this girl some 5 or 6 years ago. She had to leave halfway through as she suddenly remembered she had to drive her sister somewhere. And this is a planned subway closure, too, so there are shuttle buses running. Sure, traffic might be busy but the roads have been plowed now. Come the fuck on. If she "really wants to see me" as she claims she'd figure out a way to make it happen.
Is it a good night when you wake up outside your locked front door sleeping on the gravel in your underwear?
Muscle is denser than fat, and the same weight therefore takes up less space. That's what people are trying to convey, albeit incorrectly.
Back from my first support group meeting. Those are exhausting, y'all. Between the varying amounts of aphasia and short-term memory loss, I'm tired. It's one thing interacting with one person with a BI at a time. It's another when it's a roomful of people with BIs and their caretakers. Eventually I stopped correcting people and just let them think I'm something other than what I am.
Some people are just not smart enough to know it means, per volume measurement, muscle weighs more then fat. So yes he be retarded.
Depends on what happened before. Like say if you got so trashed by yourself you blacked out and that happened less cool. However if you had a crazy good threesome before hand, wandered back home and passed out thats more cool. I'm thinking what happened was somewhere between those two things, just a guess.
"I know what the point is, fag, but if you analyze the statement in proper context it is incorrect." - 'Sack Wait, is the context someone who would make "a jews in the ashtray" joke and somehow think they weigh "basically the same" as a living person who goes to synagogue? There is no point, down to the molecular level, where muscle weighs the same as fat. Unless you're on the moon and comparing it to muscle. A pound of muscle weighs the same as a pound of fat, obviously. The volume, as Wexton notes, is what matters.
Creating a situation where you deliberately misunderstand a semi-colloquial turn of phrase and then using it to feel superior to people is patently absurd. Yo.
I'm with you sack. https://petitions.whitehouse.gov You start the petition, I'll start buying up ad space.
1. Make acrimonious statement citing oft-acknowledged truism, denouncing it as wrong, for the purposes of internet validation. 2. Rightly have your sanity and intelligence questioned for either refusing to acknowledge the obvious, or being wilfully obtuse. 3. Throw some racial slurs into the mix. 4. Attempt to defend your position by explaining how it's actually correct if only the rest of us benighted philistines would analyse it from a very stringent and ultimately irrelevant point of view. 5. ??? 6. Profit, I guess?