NEW WHEELS ON THE BLOCK

[EK WAFFLR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=1ivTKRSURsQ#!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUrZi2XQKyU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wg1NfoBxzHo&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Db0ztBIh8cU&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1KWB4Pi0oc&feature=related


Can Norway secede from belgium now?

[EK WAFFLR]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xBGP2tLtLtw&feature=related

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That made me uncomfortable, but was basically pretty damn rad.

[EK WAFFLR]

That made me uncomfortable, but was basically pretty damn rad.

Why did it make you uncomfortable?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That made me uncomfortable, but was basically pretty damn rad.

Why did it make you uncomfortable?

Because watching severely disabled people makes me uncomfortable, probably partly due to some irrational and primitive fear of being afflicted with what they got, and on top of that there's a biologically normal squeamish reaction to seeing serious illness or disfigurement. In addition, the parts where they sing about their junk raised inner conflict, because you're not supposed to think that a quadriplegic is a total pig.

You know who else freaks me out? Really, seriously mentally ill people. I'm not talking PTSD or depression or even mild bipolar; I'm talking severe personality disorders and holy shit are you talking to me schizophrenia and the kind of bipolar where someone goes on a house-buying spree across the country and steals someone's purse and ends up pissing herself in the back of a police car because she's so furious about being there.

Also, upper-middle-class Midwesterners.

[EK WAFFLR]

That made me uncomfortable, but was basically pretty damn rad.

Why did it make you uncomfortable?

Because watching severely disabled people makes me uncomfortable, probably partly due to some irrational and primitive fear of being afflicted with what they got, and on top of that there's a biologically normal squeamish reaction to seeing serious illness or disfigurement. In addition, the parts where they sing about their junk raised inner conflict, because you're not supposed to think that a quadriplegic is a total pig.

Ahh. Understandable.  I can't relate, really, since I've had seriously disabled friends for years, and they are all awesomely piggish.

You know who else freaks me out? Really, seriously mentally ill people. I'm not talking PTSD or depression or even mild bipolar; I'm talking severe personality disorders and holy shit are you talking to me schizophrenia and the kind of bipolar where someone goes on a house-buying spree across the country and steals someone's purse and ends up pissing herself in the back of a police car because she's so furious about being there.

Now THIS I can relate to. Also the kind that lives in open institutions and are allowed to take the bus vy themselves and end up talking VERY LOUDLY to you about their intimate life for two and a half hours while playing with nail scissors.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That made me uncomfortable, but was basically pretty damn rad.

Why did it make you uncomfortable?

Because watching severely disabled people makes me uncomfortable, probably partly due to some irrational and primitive fear of being afflicted with what they got, and on top of that there's a biologically normal squeamish reaction to seeing serious illness or disfigurement. In addition, the parts where they sing about their junk raised inner conflict, because you're not supposed to think that a quadriplegic is a total pig.

Ahh. Understandable.  I can't relate, really, since I've had seriously disabled friends for years, and they are all awesomely piggish.

You know who else freaks me out? Really, seriously mentally ill people. I'm not talking PTSD or depression or even mild bipolar; I'm talking severe personality disorders and holy shit are you talking to me schizophrenia and the kind of bipolar where someone goes on a house-buying spree across the country and steals someone's purse and ends up pissing herself in the back of a police car because she's so furious about being there.

Now THIS I can relate to. Also the kind that lives in open institutions and are allowed to take the bus vy themselves and end up talking VERY LOUDLY to you about their intimate life for two and a half hours while playing with nail scissors.

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

[EK WAFFLR]

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

That was not my intention.

[Triple Zero]

Now THIS I can relate to. Also the kind that lives in open institutions and are allowed to take the bus vy themselves and end up talking VERY LOUDLY to you about their intimate life for two and a half hours while playing with nail scissors.

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

See, now THIS I can relate to. Because nearly exactly the same thing happened to me yesterday in the supermarket when the checkout assistant asked me whether I wanted a receipt.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond either.

Should I rebut with a yes, a no, or personal experiences with bookkeeping and the recording of numbers?

Was this a kind of one-on-one over our abilities in keeping accurate accounts of numerical records?

But unlike you, I did NOT bow out of the battle. Not me. I demonstrated her my superior numerical prowess by reciting the exact times and numbers of the deaths of various (imaginary) bee colonies over the past two months.

I think I won the challenge.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

What the hell did I just watch?!


I'm so confused!!

[EK WAFFLR]

Now THIS I can relate to. Also the kind that lives in open institutions and are allowed to take the bus vy themselves and end up talking VERY LOUDLY to you about their intimate life for two and a half hours while playing with nail scissors.

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

See, now THIS I can relate to. Because nearly exactly the same thing happened to me yesterday in the supermarket when the checkout assistant asked me whether I wanted a receipt.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond either.

Should I rebut with a yes, a no, or personal experiences with bookkeeping and the recording of numbers?

Was this a kind of one-on-one over our abilities in keeping accurate accounts of numerical records?

But unlike you, I did NOT bow out of the battle. Not me. I demonstrated her my superior numerical prowess by reciting the exact times and numbers of the deaths of various (imaginary) bee colonies over the past two months.

I think I won the challenge.

Now I'M confused. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

That was not my intention.

Oh, man, I understand!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Now THIS I can relate to. Also the kind that lives in open institutions and are allowed to take the bus vy themselves and end up talking VERY LOUDLY to you about their intimate life for two and a half hours while playing with nail scissors.

Not sure how I'm supposed to respond. Should I rebut with personal experiences with disabled relatives? Is this some kind of one-on-one with disabled allies as our virtual pawns? I will bow out of the battle in such a game.

See, now THIS I can relate to. Because nearly exactly the same thing happened to me yesterday in the supermarket when the checkout assistant asked me whether I wanted a receipt.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond either.

Should I rebut with a yes, a no, or personal experiences with bookkeeping and the recording of numbers?

Was this a kind of one-on-one over our abilities in keeping accurate accounts of numerical records?

But unlike you, I did NOT bow out of the battle. Not me. I demonstrated her my superior numerical prowess by reciting the exact times and numbers of the deaths of various (imaginary) bee colonies over the past two months.

I think I won the challenge.

TRIP

YOU HAVE INCAPACITATED ME WITH LAUGHTER!

THEREFORE FUCK YOU.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Oh jesus I just had to take off my glasses. And bend over my keyboard for a moment. Well-played, sir, well-played.

[Triple Zero]