Spagbook

[Suu]

Once everything is on together: the hat, the shoes, etc, it DOES look better. Plus the site is great and it's just a fun day all around.

https://www.google.com/search?q=jazz+age+lawn+party&bav=on.2,or.r_cp.r_qf.&bvm=bv.50723672,d.cGE&biw=1366&bih=619&pdl=300&um=1&ie=UTF-8&hl=en&tbm=isch&source=og&sa=N&tab=wi&ei=26QLUreaLa7iyAGnoYCQCw

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

That does look fun

[Suu]

And free for the most part! You can pay to get into the closed off area for $30, which was packed solid last year, or you can just find a spot on the grass and relax like we did...Only we were there to ride bikes and walk the island, and then stumbled upon the party. I think we may go out into Manhattan for dinner after we're done still dressed like this, because the 20's in Manhattan ftw.

[Pæs]

MY OFFERING TO YOU, PD.  A SERIES OF EXPLOITABLE EXPRESSIONS.

[Freeky]

Pretty much all of page 384...


Mwaaah... 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

MY OFFERING TO YOU, PD.  A SERIES OF EXPLOITABLE EXPRESSIONS.

WOMPABLE AS SHIT!

[Reginald Ret]

Zippletits and Regret have seemingly not cut their hair since 2010

That could be right.
I don't cut my hair, I shave.
At some point my hair will start to piss me off at which point i will either go for a mohawk or completely bald.
Step one: Try to shave it off.
Step two: Untangle hair from shaving apparatus.
Step three: Get even madder at my hair.
Step four: Start stabbing at my hair with these curious knifes that seem to be bolted together in such a way that the sharp bits slice pretty close to each other.
Step five: Deny any similarity between bolted-together-knifes and scissors, since scissors are an abomination unfit for Man.
Step six: Use shaving apparatus to finish the job the bolted-together-knifes started.
Step seven: Be amazed at how the wind got scared of me all of a sudden and stopped blowing the hoodies off of my head. Skinheads are so scary they scare even forces of nature.

It's to spite my balding friends, mainly.

No no, you are helping them. You are growing the hair that they can't. You are saving them from a hairless existence. The purity of your heart brings a tear to my eye.

[Triple Zero]

It's to spite my balding friends, mainly.

No no, you are helping them. You are growing the hair that they can't. You are saving them from a hairless existence. The purity of your heart brings a tear to my eye.

Yes. That is exactly it. I'm an altruist to the last follicle.

Also, a decent trimmer/tondeuse shouldn't have too much trouble reducing even my thick bigass hair to a few mm? I mean yeah it'll have *some* trouble, but you just say "Tering, dat kriebelt!" and get on with it

[Reginald Ret]

It's to spite my balding friends, mainly.

No no, you are helping them. You are growing the hair that they can't. You are saving them from a hairless existence. The purity of your heart brings a tear to my eye.

Yes. That is exactly it. I'm an altruist to the last follicle.

Also, a decent trimmer/tondeuse shouldn't have too much trouble reducing even my thick bigass hair to a few mm? I mean yeah it'll have *some* trouble, but you just say "Tering, dat kriebelt!" and get on with it

It's not the thickness that jams trimmers, it's the length. It tends to loop back on itsself when exposed to rapidly moving bits of metal often getting pulled in instead of cut and turning your trimmer into a ... epileerapparaat. epilator? whatever. thingy that pulls out your hair.

[Suu]

So, once upon a time, Suu turned 31 years old, and decided to go to the happiest place on Earth to celebrate: New York City.

Friday night, the shenanigans kicked off, and Suu found herself on Coney Island. Now, Coney Island used to be REALLY FUCKING NASTY. As in, you did not go there. You DID. NOT. Sandy ripped it up really bad, but prior to the hurricane, it was already on the upswing. In fact in the past 5 years or so according to my cousin, they've managed to really go in and clean the place out. This both amused and horrified me, because the idea of seeing little kids running around Coney Island at 10pm was a bit scary. So we started the night off at a Brooklyn Cyclones game:


And walked the boardwalk, which is now a lot of stone since most of it was sucked out to sea:


Most of the big landmarks survived:


So we went and played skeeball, where between the 4 of us we got enough tickets for me to get this sweet birthday eyepatch:


And then went to this bar where this guy bought me shots of Jameson on top of my own rum drinking:


Despite a cracking hangover in the morning, we were able to get moving in good time to get to Governors Island for the Lawn Party:


Where everything turned black and white instantly:


So we drank bootlegged gin rickeys, and us dames had a really nifty time with a couple of johnnies:



The next day we ventured into Manhattan to do "Cheap and free shit" and found the Ruben Museum of Art, which is a collection of Himalayan goodies. Some of it was pretty intense, and they had an exhibit that showed how Tibetan art was made and what it means:


Some of it was remarkably grotesque:


And then we made it up to the High Line, the segment of elevated railway in Manhattan that was converted to a green walking path on the West Side.


And got to stand over 10th Ave traffic:


The entire day in Manhattan cost each of us on average $15 for museum admission, lunch, and frozen yogurt. We drove in like idiots from Brooklyn, which saved us subway fare and the only real traffic we had the entire day was going down Canal Street toward the Manhattan Bridge. Street parking was easy to find.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Suu has lost weight.

Looking good.

[Suu]

Thanks Roger! I'm working pretty hard. I did cheat and have a Nathan's on Coney Island. With chili and cheese. 

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Thanks Roger! I'm working pretty hard. I did cheat and have a Nathan's on Coney Island. With chili and cheese. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Yeah, you look great, Suu! I'm envious, I feel like I haven't budged.

[Triple Zero]

That, and also having a really great time. Cool!