What's messing with your groove?
#8661
Posted 23 August 2011 - 05:23 PM
What is bringing me down? My sister-in-law has infested my house with fleas from her wretched pets.
Glittering Stone
#8662
Posted 23 August 2011 - 05:24 PM
majomull, on 23 August 2011 - 05:23 PM, said:
What is bringing me down? My sister-in-law has infested my house with fleas from her wretched pets.
KILL IT WITH FIRE
Monster Hunter World Iceborne: It's like hunting monsters, but on crack, but the monsters are also on crack.
#8663
#8664
Posted 23 August 2011 - 05:31 PM
Just the pets and fleas then?
Monster Hunter World Iceborne: It's like hunting monsters, but on crack, but the monsters are also on crack.
#8665
Posted 23 August 2011 - 05:59 PM
Just had my first earthquake. I'm in DE... no good.
Monster Hunter World Iceborne: It's like hunting monsters, but on crack, but the monsters are also on crack.
#8666
Posted 23 August 2011 - 06:18 PM
5.3. A rough one Obi, they are pretty freaky to go through.
Glad you're okay.
Glad you're okay.
This post has been edited by QuickTidal: 23 August 2011 - 06:18 PM
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#8667
Posted 23 August 2011 - 06:21 PM
QuickTidal, on 23 August 2011 - 06:18 PM, said:
5.3. A rough one Obi, they are pretty freaky to go through.
Glad you're okay.
Glad you're okay.
It wasn't bad. The problem is that this building should be condemned, is it seems not to be very structually sound.
Monster Hunter World Iceborne: It's like hunting monsters, but on crack, but the monsters are also on crack.
#8669
Posted 23 August 2011 - 10:58 PM
Dutch Flag, on 23 August 2011 - 05:10 PM, said:
I WIL FUCK YOU IN THE FACE WITH A RASP
Also I'm drunk and exhausted and fully unprepared to help all four of my friends who are feeling awful and I'm pissed about it! ALSO PISSED
Hello, soldiers, look at your mage, now back to me, now back at your mage, now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped being an unascended mortal and switched to Sole Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re in a warren with the High Mage your cadre mage could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an acorn with two gates to that realm you love. Look again, the acorn is now otataral. Anything is possible when your mage smells like Sole Spice and not a Bole brother. I’m on a quorl.
#8671
Posted 24 August 2011 - 03:47 AM
This has to be one of the worst days for my groove ever....
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
"You don't clean u other peoples messes.... You roll in them like a dog on leftover smoked whitefish torn out f the trash by raccoons after Sunday brunch on a hot day."
~Abyss
~Abyss
#8672
#8673
Posted 24 August 2011 - 06:34 AM
Gust Hubb, on 24 August 2011 - 03:47 AM, said:
This has to be one of the worst days for my groove ever....
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
Oh ye gods, you suck at public transport.
Also: what kind of reinforced door can be kicked in by a woman? You got robbed on that deal.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#8674
Posted 24 August 2011 - 06:40 AM
Gothos, on 24 August 2011 - 06:34 AM, said:
Also: what kind of reinforced door can be kicked in by a woman? You got robbed on that deal.
A woman LOCKED OUT from her child - I doubt ANY reinforced door could have stopped her.
Wry, on 29 February 2012 - 10:50 AM, said:
And you're not complaining, you're criticizing. It's a side-effect of being better than everyone else, I get it sometimes too.
~TQB~
#8675
Posted 24 August 2011 - 06:46 AM
That sounds like some motivational bullshit. With a proper reinforced door, she'd sooner break some bones than kick them in.
Unless, you know, the wall next to them is the usual american fare of wooden planks that tips over when yelled at.
Also, once more the self-shutting door lock proves to be a retarted idea.
Unless, you know, the wall next to them is the usual american fare of wooden planks that tips over when yelled at.
Also, once more the self-shutting door lock proves to be a retarted idea.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#8676
Posted 24 August 2011 - 09:19 AM
They say all it takes is one slip-up....well it fucking well did.
Suck it Errant!
"It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of gum."
QUOTE (KeithF @ Jun 30 2009, 09:49 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
It has been proven beyond all reasonable doubt that the most powerful force on Wu is a bunch of messed-up Malazans with Moranth munitions.
#8677
Posted 24 August 2011 - 09:49 AM
Here we go.
Just out of curiousity: what did you manage to screw up?
Just out of curiousity: what did you manage to screw up?
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#8678
Posted 24 August 2011 - 09:58 AM
Haha nothing like that. Parents caught me at something I shouldn't have been doing (no not pr0nz) and usually I'm smart enough to dodge. Just feel a little pissed off at myself is all )
Suck it Errant!
"It's time to kick ass and chew bubblegum...and I'm all out of gum."
QUOTE (KeithF @ Jun 30 2009, 09:49 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}>
It has been proven beyond all reasonable doubt that the most powerful force on Wu is a bunch of messed-up Malazans with Moranth munitions.
#8679
Posted 24 August 2011 - 10:14 AM
You really shouldn't smoke.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#8680
Posted 24 August 2011 - 12:34 PM
Gust Hubb, on 24 August 2011 - 03:47 AM, said:
This has to be one of the worst days for my groove ever....
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
Attempted to use the chicago Metra system on this first day of clinic, only to wind up a good 3-4 miles from my destination. To make matters worse, I'm in dress shoes that do not lend themselves to long walks, I was running early and now I'm 20 minutes late, I sweat a lot (which doesn't bode well for dressy clothes and the lack of deodorant under my arms), and I am wandering semi-lost in the southside of chicago which is not one of the safer areas of town, especially for a white dude.
So I make it alive and kind-of well to clinic (largely thanks to my wife driving south and picking me up as I wandered the streets) and after making it through the day, manage to get lost again while looking for the train station to get home (the one I should have ended up that morning).
But wait, there's more!
Meanwhile back home, my poor wife locks herself out of the apartment, middle of the day when trying to take the dogs out for a piddle. Doesn't have her phone, baby is inside screaming and no one is around. So she kicks down the front door which was fortunately not dead-bolted. Really sad considering that we both worked hours over several days on that door to reenforce it and then put the trim back on.....
BAD DAY!
Does Harold's Chicken still exist in Chicago? If it does go get you and your wife some- you've earned it.
Glittering Stone