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I enjoy sleep.






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I visited the moon yesterday. The brochures are pretty misleading though. Everyone wants to see Mare Tranquillitatis, but once you get there it's pretty much exactly like the rest of the place. You see one lava field, you've seen 'em all. Even the Apollo 11 landing site is a letdown. The first tourists fouled the site up so badly a historical team had to spend 5 years restoring it. None of the original footprints or equipment remains; all of it got trampled or whittled down by souvenir collectors. Everything you can see today is a recreation, though the painstaking detail put into it is admirable, in a 'how much time did they have on their hands?' sort of way. The place is still packed with t-shirt stands, and the "My vacation was not a hoax" shirt is amusing the first time you see it, but novelty shirts aren't my thing. The missus and I decided to dodge the crowds and see the 17 site, but that wasn't much better. Yeah, it didn't endure the same mistreatment at the hands of tourists, but that's mostly because no one cared. There was this little booth at the place, operated by a man who proudly declared himself the foremost expert on the Apollo 17 mission. The site would have been somewhat pleasant to stroll around, but the history guy followed us around, rattling off every minor fact about whatever footprint we were glancing at, almost like a stray dog whining for scraps. Must be lonely out there. I have to give him some credit, because he managed to hide his presumably infinite exasperation when we said we'd never heard of Eugene Cernan. The trip wasn't a total wash, as it was the first time I'd seen Earth from the perspective of another celestial object. Sarah and I just stood and stared at it, this little blue marble hanging in an infinite black void, for the first time seeing how fragile and insignificant it is compared to the hostile vastness of space. As we turned around we were temporarily blinded by a flashbulb.

"That'll be $20 for the picture."

To the moderation team: this was a good thread. It deserves to live again.

Spiders are disgusting.. nothing should be able to shoot it's house out of it's ****.

The older I get, the more convinced I become that 95% of all people exist for no other reason than to piss me off.

Roundabouts confuse too many people.






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My dog just horked up a sock :/

Related fact: When my dog was really young (teething I guess?) he liked to eat socks. Entirely. He wouldn't puke them out either. So they'd come out the other end. But during the magical dog digestive journey, they'd get really stretched.

So what you'd have to do (read: what I had to do) was put a dog poo bag on my hand and grab that sucker and pull it out. Except as I said, they got stretched. So you know those magician tricks with all those napkins/hankerchiefs tied together? So they've got that endless chain they pull out of their sleeve?

Yeah, it was like that. Except poopy sportsock and dog butt. And no beautiful assistant.

Dr. Silas, dog proctologist to the stars

..and then the big brown shark came!

Why have I never seen this?! I have some really random stuff I can say... Which I can't remember at all right at this moment, it'll come back to me.. Usually does. See, I think of random things and don't say them... Most of the time, I'm kinda like an edited version of Taz. Albeit a related program.

Someone hide this thread from Taz...

Something I got to say at work today: Stop eating your shirt, get your hands out of your shorts, and quit angling the leg so your junk points at staff or I'm going to call your probation officer.

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain.

I'm sure I've been in worse situations.. but right now I'm kind of drawing a blank.

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I can feel them burrowing behind my eyes, I don't know how they got in me, but theire chittering is starting to drive me insane. All my holes are intact, did I eat them when they were young, did they eat me when I was young. How did they find it up behind my eyes, they're pressing them out. Squeek squeek chitter chitter thppppty!

I take exception to your assertion, this is how most see me:

As you see, everything is working as intended. The balloon erection on the front lawn are doing amazingly well in the wind, The sprinklers were pre-loaded with anti-varmit poison so no small animals will be pricks and pop them. It took me hours to make the sculpture of Rodin's "Thinker" out of balloons, but why are some of them ribbed?