Random Jibber Jabber Thread

smok3h

smok3h

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cannabineer said:
Smok3h, to me that looks a lot like the station in "The Trouble with Tribbles". Deep Space Delta Nine. cn
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I'll have to take you on your word. I'm afraid I don't remember what that looks like.

april said:
LMFAO but he's sooo fucking hot ..........lol
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Hahaha. I'm reminded of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry is dating a really dumb, but sexy girl, and at one point he imagines his brain and penis playing a game of chess together.

In the end, the brain won ;).
 
smok3h

smok3h

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Haha, I was just in the kitchen grabbing myself a beer, and I go to stretch my arms above my head, and my right arm just gets clipped by my ceiling fan. It didn't really hurt too bad, it was more or less just surprising. I had a good laugh about it after it happened.
 
Carne Seca

Carne Seca

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smok3h said:
Haha, I was just in the kitchen grabbing myself a beer, and I go to stretch my arms above my head, and my right arm just gets clipped by my ceiling fan. It didn't really hurt too bad, it was more or less just surprising. I had a good laugh about it after it happened.
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Years... Decades... Eons.. (too much?) ago, we used to have a window swamp cooler without controls. You had to plug it in to make it work. It had one speed. HURRICANE!! It would get too cold in the house so we spent the day plugging it in, unplugging it, plugging it in, etc., etc., ad infinitum. My dad, the electrician, set up the cooler and said he would add controls later. It never happened.

On top of that there was no protection from the fan blades which forced the cool air into the window. We were playing cards one night and mom asked me to plug in the cooler. I walked over and plugged it in and shredded the skin on two of my fingers. I put my hand in the cooler opening to balance myself and promptly plugged it in. With my fingers resting against the blades. Luckily they were superficial wounds but it scared the living shit out of me. I just knew I was going to lose those fingers.

My mother's immortal words, "you dumb ass!" I miss that old bitch.
 
smok3h

smok3h

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Carne Seca said:
Years... Decades... Eons.. (too much?) ago, we used to have a window swamp cooler without controls. You had to plug it in to make it work. It had one speed. HURRICANE!! It would get too cold in the house so we spent the day plugging it in, unplugging it, plugging it in, etc., etc., ad infinitum. My dad, the electrician, set up the cooler and said he would add controls later. It never happened.

On top of that there was no protection from the fan blades which forced the cool air into the window. We were playing cards one night and mom asked me to plug in the cooler. I walked over and plugged it in and shredded the skin on two of my fingers. I put my hand in the cooler opening to balance myself and promptly plugged it in. With my fingers resting against the blades. Luckily they were superficial wounds but it scared the living shit out of me. I just knew I was going to lose those fingers.

My mother's immortal words, "you dumb ass!" I miss that old bitch.
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That was a truly a great story!
 
cannabineer

cannabineer

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smok3h said:
Haha, I was just in the kitchen grabbing myself a beer, and I go to stretch my arms above my head, and my right arm just gets clipped by my ceiling fan. It didn't really hurt too bad, it was more or less just surprising. I had a good laugh about it after it happened.
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I did that not too long ago in another's kitchen. (Do I look like I'd own/operate a ceiling fan??) Caught a knuckle. It was bearable (!) at the time, but now, three+ months later, whenever I catch that knuckle on a hard edge of any sort, it hurts like the proverbial ancestral copulator. cn
 
Carne Seca

Carne Seca

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smok3h said:
That was a truly a great story!
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She was truly a great woman. When she got tired of us running around the kitchen table or her chair.. or banging on the bathroom door the entire time she occupied it....or blowing straw wrappers at her and pretending they were poisoned darts... or that one time we tied her up and tried to start a fire... or the time we actually did set the house on fire... she would tell us to go play in the traffic.... or "shut up you little shits or mama is going to tell La Llorona how to get you!" Then the gem... "sing at the table. dance at the bed. the devil will get you. by the hair of your head."

I need to write a book.
 
smok3h

smok3h

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cannabineer said:
I did that not too long ago in another's kitchen. (Do I look like I'd own/operate a ceiling fan??) Caught a knuckle. It was bearable (!) at the time, but now, three+ months later, whenever I catch that knuckle on a hard edge of any sort, it hurts like the proverbial ancestral copulator. cn
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Haha, dang. Yeah, I'm still acclimating myself to my new apartment. I still haven't completely familiarized myself with the apartment's "safe-zones", which is how I fell victim to the fan.

A bit of a non-sequitur here, but interesting nonetheless. I was just browsing Facebook when I stumbled upon an event that I was invited to but didn't notice until now. So I guess these three blonde girls that I know got a house together, and this was an invite to their house-warming party, and they've decided to call their house "The Blondetourage Manor".

Yup, Blondetourage. :wall:
 
smok3h

smok3h

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Carne Seca said:
She was truly a great woman. When she got tired of us running around the kitchen table or her chair.. or banging on the bathroom door the entire time she occupied it....or blowing straw wrappers at her and pretending they were poisoned darts... or that one time we tied her up and tried to start a fire... or the time we actually did set the house on fire... she would tell us to go play in the traffic.... or "shut up you little shits or mama is going to tell La Llorona how to get you!" Then the gem... "sing at the table. dance at the bed. the devil will get you. by the hair of your head."

I need to write a book.
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Yes, sir, I think you do. I would definitely read it.
 
cannabineer

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
smok3h said:
Haha, dang. Yeah, I'm still acclimating myself to my new apartment. I still haven't completely familiarized myself with the apartment's "safe-zones", which is how I fell victim to the fan.

A bit of a non-sequitur here, but interesting nonetheless. I was just browsing Facebook when I stumbled upon an event that I was invited to but didn't notice until now. So I guess these three blonde girls that I know got a house together, and this was an invite to their house-warming party, and they've decided to call their house "The Blondetourage Manor".

Yup, Blondetourage. :wall:
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You could have brought some Artificial Intelligence. :mrgreen: cn

 
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