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Golf ball sized hail just attacked Boston. It's August. It's 90 degrees.

Make your time.

Ah, he seems to be posting here: hxxp://

Edit: Never mind, it popped up as July 2015 but it's actually from February.

Here he is, as of yesterday:,34.msg197.html#new

I had no idea that forum still existed.

The hell are they posting?

Timeless Physics is a thing, and you should be grateful one of the seven people alive on this planet who understands it is nominally on our side.

I'm voting for Senator Sanders in the primary.

Former Secretary of State Clinton seems even more towards the middle than Obama is.

That's oneof the shiniest metaphors for the "Sunken Cost Fallacy" I've seen in a while.


I will pay you money, thank you very much, sir!

It was pretty much this, from 8 until 2, five nights a week.

The other three nights were for gay clubs and early 80s music.

"Well, fuck me right in the armpit."

John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were pogs in the base. He didn’t see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad “I want to be on the ships daddy.”
Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY POGS”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were pogs.
“This is Joson” the radio crackered. “You must fight the pogs!”
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
“HE GOING TO KILL US” said the pogs
“I will shoot at him” said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
“No! I must kill the pogs” he shouted
The radio said “No, John. You are the pogs”
And then John was a zombie.


[unsolicited advice]

Sounds like you might want to go outside more.

[/unsolicited advice]

Cut them up and boil them big dash of cummin and a little bit of butter. Best mash evar!

Please, no cummin in my mash.  :eek:


I'm not sure. My erection is getting in the way.

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