Makes great pistol ammo :)
Posted on 04/06/2010 4:19:52 PM PDT by Ms. Petite
Weird stuff seems to go with major comets. When a comet appeared in A.D. 60, the people of Rome assumed it meant the impending death of their still new emperor, Nero. He responded by exiling a potential rival. When another comet turned up just 4 years later, ancient historians say he ordered the execution of dozens of nobles. It is said that Moctezuma II saw a comet in 1517 that foreshadowed the downfall of Aztec empire. In 1910, a wave of hysteria swept over the United States amid reports that Earth was about to pass through Halley's tail.
OK now I’m going to stick my head in the microwave in hopes that the radiation will wipe out the memory of that picture.
Okay, okay....you win!
I wouldn’t even try and top that......OMG, thanks for the heartiest laugh I have had in a long while.....seriously....I needed it!
I find the bolt action pistol version a bit slow to fire. Has a nice fireball, though
Bad Joke.
Or in vein.
IATZ as usual, but here's a little gift for the troll.
What the...Why does she have TWO BELLIES?
Nice!
I barfed a little.
Poor girl!
Me neither.
NS’s wife?
For starters, let's get down to basics......
Now that you understand let me reply to your Post....
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You're a 1-bit brain with a parity errorYou swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel.
You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world.
An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you.
You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood.
May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you.
You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease. You are a puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool.
You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid.
Your writing has to be a troll.
Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on.
This is an epiphany of stupid for me.After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything.
Your attempt at constructing a creative post was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult.
If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right". Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.
Originally Posted by FReeper: Firehat
P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.Thanks to FReeper: b4its2late
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That is NS!
LMAO!!! hahaha
If I could understand the mindless ramblings of an indigent pothead, I might be able to answer the question. Unfortunately, I don't qualify, being of sound mind. So I simply wish you a short, drug filled life and a long eternity in whatever hell awaits.
Bye, have a good trip...
“I’m bored.”
1919 2 million gallons of molasses “Tidal wave” Boston MA, drowning 21 I had to find out more on this one!
Forty minutes past noon on 15 January 1919, a giant wave of molasses raced through Boston. The unseasonably warm temperature (46 degrees) was the final stress needed to cause a gigantic, filled-to-capacity tank to burst. 2,320,000 gallons (14,000 tons) of molasses swept through the streets, causing death and destruction.
Eyewitness reports tell of a “30-foot wall of goo” that smashed buildings and tossed horses, wagons and pool tables about as if they were nothing. Twenty-one people were killed by the brown tidal wave, and 150 more were injured. The chaos and destruction were amplified — and rescue efforts were hampered — by the stickiness of the molasses. Those persons attempting to aid others all too often found themselves mired fast in the goo.
The day after the disaster, The New York Times reported:
A dull, muffled roar gave but an instant’s warning before the top of the tank was blown into the air. The circular wall broke into two great segments of sheet iron which were pulled in opposite directions. Two million gallons of molasses rushed over the streets and converted into a sticky mass the wreckage of several small buildings which had been smashed by the force of the explosion. The greatest mortality apparently occurred in one of the city buildings where a score of municipal employees were eating their lunch. The building was demolished and the wreckage was hurled fifty yards. The other city building, which had an office on the ground floor and a tenement above, was similarly torn from its foundations.
One of the sections of the tank wall fell on the firehouse which was nearby. The building was crushed and three firemen were buried in the ruins.
Boston is not a city that forgets anything easily. There are those who claim that on a hot summer day in the North End, you can still smell the molasses.
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Good morning. I was thinking about a topic, actually ... not comets, though. Psychedelic baby-spews?
Good morning!
I forgot the chocolate chip cookies!! It would seem I’m trying to ignore the month of May because of certain birthdays, but it will go away in while.
No wind this morning!!! Sunshine! Blue skies! And a toasty 57 degrees. *br-r-r-r-r!*
OK! OK! I'm awake! No need to roll me out of bed like that...
Hey nite owl.....I see we moved over night.
What’s that smell? Oh, burnt troll.
HEY!!! We’re over here! Happy May Day!
“Comet inbound”
The nasty scraggly looking nucleus wasn’t much to look at the way comets go.
A mass of dirt, volitiles, and various space garbage, it was a spacegoing hobos shopping cart.
“Calculations complete?”
“Affirmative, ninety-nine point nine repeating probability of impact with Earth.”
“Target points scanned and locked?”
“Lock on points two through eight. Point one is obscured by random gas jet activity.”
“Use active scanning on point one.”
“Point one is the site of the active jet.”
“Use alternate points.”
Systems powered up as the device presently being brought to bear on the comet began the process of being brought ‘in battery’ for use.
“Are the eggheads back in Houston sure this will work? I mean, really.. we have the teleFRAG, we can obliterate the comet or alter the orbit that way.”
“They SAY they are sure, the computer backs them up.. so we’re going to shine the pretty lights on the comet and hope it doesn’t act different from their calcs.”
“It’s better to just push it rather than force cometary jets to form because the jets aren’t themselves a contollable variable. We CAN control how much impulse we add or remove from the comet speed wise.”
“I know what you’re saying, we’re likely to obliterate something o earth with this thing. I’m hoping for a nice solid hit on Was-” a tone alert interupted him.
“That’s our signal.”
“Powering up particle beam cannons.”
Four heavy beam cannons locked onto the main target locations as several secondary battery emplacements locked onto the remaining target points.
The surface of the comet melted, boiled, and explosively vented as all hell broke loose and the comet began moving in unpredictable ways.
Just as the crew had predicted.
Boom, in fact.
I’ve been out gardening most of the morning. Planted the last of the annuals, weeded this and that, watered the other thing, and mutilated a lugustrum that was eating the lavender rose bush.
I need to find the long-handled clippers and really attack the lugustrum. It didn’t get done last year, and they’ve grown threatening.
“..attack the lugustrum. It didn’t get done last year, and they’ve grown threatening.”
“Hey, you! Gimme your money!”
The lugustrum shoved over the passerby and ripped the wallet from their pocket!
A couple seconds later it beat up the neighbors dog!
That rustling we hear at night is the lugustrum in a life-and-death struggle with the parsley-monsters.
And the banging I heard at 4:00 a.m. was the snake trying to break out of her cage. Fortunately, she didn’t succeed.
Snake: “This is MADNESS! I’m out of here! No Parsley Zombie or Lugustrum’s gonna get ME!”
Susan is a local reptile, while the lugustrum is an Invasive Species. Not a pretty picture.
The byos are demanding lunch ... and unlike the lugustrum, they’re indoors ...
Yeah, that would be a fine sight to behold.
Ah, lunch being demanded.
I’ll let you get to that.
“The lugustrum shoved over the passerby and ripped the wallet from their pocket!
A couple seconds later it beat up the neighbors dog!”
Now I call that a might unfriendly......
Shortly afterwards, the lugustrum were overheard plotting invasion of the petunia beds while chanting lugustrus propaganda and promoting lugustrum superiority.
The Parsley Monsters next door also have expansionist designs, apparently.
“the lugustrum were overheard plotting invasion of the petunia beds while chanting lugustrus propaganda”
I have heard their propaganda before. I didn’t buy into it then, and not today either!
Ivy is almost as bad:
The vines twisted around slightly and hissed. The dog had just gone by and ... used the ground in an offensive manner! The ivy shuddered, mammals.. such disgusting creatures! The mailman came up the stoop humming to himself at the same moment that the ivy couldn’t take it anymore.
Tendrils shot outward! Tearing and rending bone and sinew! Roots took hold and amid the crackle of bone, the ivy ate. A sudden thirst for the blood of moving creatures filled the ivy with rage. First, though, the dog must pay...
Yes, the dog must pay..
Fortunately, the nonsense that started this thread has been dealt with, and we can now get down to discussing serious matters.
Yes, how to deal with deathly expansionist lugustrum, parsley monsters, and killer english ivy.
“Killer English Ivy” claimed my great grandpappy!!
“Fortunately, the nonsense that started this thread has been dealt with, and we can now get down to discussing serious matters. “
Do Moose really eat cheese?
Wait a Minute vines got my uncle.
Dunno what they are called for real, but they have thorns that start out yellow and go to a black tip.
They burn like crazy when they poke you.
And they are a medium green vine with broad leaves.
I narrowly escaped with my skin intact.
You were just one of the fortunate ones. Many others have suffered....even more just disappeared.
I have been fortunate not ot have come face to face with threatening lugustrum.
TC has, and we’re waiting for her to check back in.
I’m on the side of the parsley-monsters, because we can eat them. Lugustrum just sits there, snortling to itself and tapping on the windows.
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