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Aeroknow
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They installed a massive siren system you can hear everywhere. That would have helped allot last time.
raratt
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I thought they were going to pave the road over the steel bridge on Butte creek but that hasn't happened yet.
doublejj
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Our biggest threat to the farms up in the hills above you guys is fire, as there is only one (very bad) road in or out of the area and if a fire ever compromised the road the farm crews are f*cked. There best chance would be to enter one of the several abandoned mine shafts in the area.
doublejj
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also the farms are located off grid on unimproved land with no cell service and the authorities don't even know where they are and I doubt they would even drive our road to sound the alarm.
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Aeroknow
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That is def some scary shit!
About a month before the fire on my way home from fishing Shasta, it was on fire, that really got me thinking what would happen if a fire came at me where i lived from the direction it ended up coming from.
what def didn’t help was how fast it came at us because the wind, and of course how dry everything was. Absolutely didn’t help that they called for an evactuation of all evacuation zones at the same time. Prob not much they could have done about that. That really congested the few roads out of town and most of the other roads were one way in and out like mine. But they had learned from the Humboldt fire about 10 years prior that they needed to establish zones and they did a lot of road work up Skyway to help with future evacuations. Those evacuation zones didn’t help with the Camp Fiire.
BarnBuster
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BarnBuster
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SpaceGrease
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“The average horse weighs 9000 lbs and has a 20” D that’s a ratio of 50lbs to 1” . So an average man weighing 200 lbs needs a 4” D to be hung like a horse . BE PROUD ! “
Sativied
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That's a ratio of 450lbs to 1. A 0.444" micro D would qualify, according to your numbers.
However, that's a big ass giant dino horse. A more realistic average horse size is more like 1500lbs. That would make the ratio 75 to 1, meaning a measly 2.67" would do.
However again..., there's another eeny-weeny-tiny mistake in your numbers. That is not the average erect size of a stallion's D. It's double that, in addition to the glans nearly quadrupling in size. So hung like a horse starts around 6".
SpaceGrease
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lol , I am crying … tyvm ..hahaha real tears … you win …
doublejj
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No return to Paradise: Inside a California town burned by tragedy
https://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/california-town-destroyed-fire-locals-priced-out-19516323.php
doublejj
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Aeroknow It's still hard for me to believe that I just got on the boat and went fishing without you that morning, oblivious to the carnage you were experiencing that day.. Glad you made it out safe brother...SMH
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raratt
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When I went back up there after the fire it was like being on the surface of the moon. All the landmarks were gone, I knew where I was but I felt lost.
BarnBuster
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Well, I'm halfway there...
BarnBuster
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There’s a Disturbing Truth About Pediatric Drownings
When kids go quiet, check on them. Quickly.
Sativied
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People say you got to appreciate the little things, but really, that means the little things are actually the big things. If it's worth appreciating, how could it be a little thing?
After over 8 months of nearly constant rain with only a few days of sunny weather I just finally had a normal day. Barely 80 degrees but dry and sunny enough to go to a lake. I got my fresh homegrown and some rosé, red eyes and heavy lids, and the start of a tan. It's 7pm, sun still warm, trees and horizon getting hazy. I'm facing the water, the beach and the sun, and this ~20 year old perfect specimen of a girl in cream-white crocheted bikini frolics towards me and my wife. I mostly just see a silhouette with the sun behind her but I notice she's holding two cans. My wife looks at me and smiles as if she's happy for me. The girl goes "Hiiiii-iiiiii... we got some beer left, would you like it?". They just packed up their stuff and were apparently old enough to buy alcohol but young enough to get into trouble with their parents if they'd bring it home. It's like $2 worth of warm beer, cheap piss not the Belgium premium stuff I normally drink, and I still had plenty of wine in the cooler, but, actual free beer... turns out it exists.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
Most probable reason she walked our way is cause we produce this cloud of delicious cannabis smoke and the youngsters look at at us like "see, we don't have to become like our boring parents", "yes you can grow up to appear like a respectable citizen and still get high and drunk in the sun", or something like that I imagine. Setting a good example for younger generations in any case.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
As if my first real summer day wasn't going well enough already, the gods were not done yet balancing the universe, dishing out some of that yin and yang stuff and make up for all that rain. A group of 7 or 8 guys and 1 girl comes driving up on their bikes and scooters. Loud as typical for 20-somethingers. This is a pretty mixed beach, with families and baby music to comfort their spawn, muslimas covered from head to toe as if they're about to go deep diving, the odd old modern hippie fucks like me, immigrants with languages I don't even recognize (which usually means it's East European), and pokebowl or kebab-eating book-reading podcast-listening loners. This group turns up the noise, increases the volume on their fancy bluetooth led speaker, and starts with our favorite song, created in the 90s, before they were even born. None of the hardstyle jumpstyle stuff, not german techno, but real oldskool dutch gabber hardcore house rave music.
To explain the effect this has on my generation this one works better:
When you're on XTC for a hundred weekends in a row and that's your favorite song it just leaves an imprint.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
I tell my wife "don't...." cause I know she's crazy enough. But I also know she never listens. Like absolutely never ever. So she starts wiggling her shoulders. "There's always that one girl" she says, quickly realizing she was talking about herself, too. It was as if we were watching ourselves 30 years younger. I was there too, reflective sunglasses, slightly better trained arms and hair and just a little bit cooler than the rest (subjectively speaking of course). The girl sees my wife, at a distance she couldn't have heard her, and notices we recognize the music, she smiles, notifies they guys of the situation, stands up, she and a few of her friends exchange a few fist pumps with my nearly 50 y/o wife, and the girl starts dancing. All the guys go quiet, mesmerized. And I think to myself...
...little things, got to appreciate them. Fully. Fundamentalistically. Summer is finally here! If there's an antonym for hybernating in winter, that's what I'll be doing for the next couple of months if the old gods' fortune remains upon me.
After over 8 months of nearly constant rain with only a few days of sunny weather I just finally had a normal day. Barely 80 degrees but dry and sunny enough to go to a lake. I got my fresh homegrown and some rosé, red eyes and heavy lids, and the start of a tan. It's 7pm, sun still warm, trees and horizon getting hazy. I'm facing the water, the beach and the sun, and this ~20 year old perfect specimen of a girl in cream-white crocheted bikini frolics towards me and my wife. I mostly just see a silhouette with the sun behind her but I notice she's holding two cans. My wife looks at me and smiles as if she's happy for me. The girl goes "Hiiiii-iiiiii... we got some beer left, would you like it?". They just packed up their stuff and were apparently old enough to buy alcohol but young enough to get into trouble with their parents if they'd bring it home. It's like $2 worth of warm beer, cheap piss not the Belgium premium stuff I normally drink, and I still had plenty of wine in the cooler, but, actual free beer... turns out it exists.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
Most probable reason she walked our way is cause we produce this cloud of delicious cannabis smoke and the youngsters look at at us like "see, we don't have to become like our boring parents", "yes you can grow up to appear like a respectable citizen and still get high and drunk in the sun", or something like that I imagine. Setting a good example for younger generations in any case.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
As if my first real summer day wasn't going well enough already, the gods were not done yet balancing the universe, dishing out some of that yin and yang stuff and make up for all that rain. A group of 7 or 8 guys and 1 girl comes driving up on their bikes and scooters. Loud as typical for 20-somethingers. This is a pretty mixed beach, with families and baby music to comfort their spawn, muslimas covered from head to toe as if they're about to go deep diving, the odd old modern hippie fucks like me, immigrants with languages I don't even recognize (which usually means it's East European), and pokebowl or kebab-eating book-reading podcast-listening loners. This group turns up the noise, increases the volume on their fancy bluetooth led speaker, and starts with our favorite song, created in the 90s, before they were even born. None of the hardstyle jumpstyle stuff, not german techno, but real oldskool dutch gabber hardcore house rave music.
To explain the effect this has on my generation this one works better:
When you're on XTC for a hundred weekends in a row and that's your favorite song it just leaves an imprint.
Little things, got to appreciate them.
I tell my wife "don't...." cause I know she's crazy enough. But I also know she never listens. Like absolutely never ever. So she starts wiggling her shoulders. "There's always that one girl" she says, quickly realizing she was talking about herself, too. It was as if we were watching ourselves 30 years younger. I was there too, reflective sunglasses, slightly better trained arms and hair and just a little bit cooler than the rest (subjectively speaking of course). The girl sees my wife, at a distance she couldn't have heard her, and notices we recognize the music, she smiles, notifies they guys of the situation, stands up, she and a few of her friends exchange a few fist pumps with my nearly 50 y/o wife, and the girl starts dancing. All the guys go quiet, mesmerized. And I think to myself...
...little things, got to appreciate them. Fully. Fundamentalistically. Summer is finally here! If there's an antonym for hybernating in winter, that's what I'll be doing for the next couple of months if the old gods' fortune remains upon me.