You people are crazy. Screw all that water crap. If you take a coconut, cut open the top, and drink it…it’s more hydrating than water.
-xtien
“Makes me feel incredible.”
Ha! Coconut water?
What about the healing powers of coconut oil?
(It’s not in English, but I’m not sure how much more sense it would make if it were.)
Thoro
6223
What, exactly, happens if you put lime in the coconut?
You drink it all up. But then you get a bellyache.
My brother was T-Boned today and my boss won’t let me take time off to drive him around to deal with it…
Leah_C
6226
Morberis, I hope your brother’s alright! Not sure where you are, but some places have dependent care laws that cover siblings…I used several days of dependent care leave for my brother after he was in an accident a couple months ago.
Wait, I’m confused. Kerzain wasn’t trolling? The women around Salt Lake City are notorious for their beauty? My unscientific comparison Google Image search of “Montreal Women” and “Salt Lake City Women” do not support this assertion.
Tell me more of this. I am leaning toward newsletter-subscription status…
There’s some beautiful women in the SLC area, which somewhat surprised me when I went there because the prarie wives and Mesa women are NOT attractive as a general rule. Problem is you’re going to have to accept Joseph Smith as your lord and savior’s personal BFF and marry 'em to have a chance. Not to mention listen to a lot of Glenn Beck.
Yea, when I talk about the beauty of the typical SLC chick, I mean physical attractiveness only. Expect to be converted if you date one, if not by her, then by her family.
What Zeke said. I grew up in the area of Northern CA that’s pretty much ground zero for Mormonsplosion, and ALL the incredibly hot ones headed off to Ricks or BYU for college to get their MRS. I can’t figure out if Joseph Smith, Ayn Rand, or L.Ron had the best success at attracting easily-duped young hotties to their dogma.
Hunty
6232
I went paintballing with some mates on Saturday and it was absolutely dynamite. I’d been a couple of times before, years ago, but the centre we used for it this time was a cut above, with loads of different take and hold, capture the flag and attack/defend scenarios. I somewhat flukily managed to snipe a guy behind cover in the head from forty yards at one point and got a certificate for it, which was nice. One to put on my CV, perhaps. Great exercise too; I was running, crouching, climbing and shooting for nearly a whole day.
I only got shot a couple of times, including a sweet one right in the kisser from about fifteen feet that had me tasting paint. Got a couple in the arm too, plus a nifty one on the bum. Still, hardly any bruises. I put that down to luck, situational awareness borne of playing way too many first person shooters, crawling and a shit load of roadie running. Plus ducking out early from the no eliminations deathmatch that uses up all the paint at the end due to exhausting my ammo. Some of my friends looked more bruise than man afterwards.
Arizona Corsairs had the yearly mud wrestlin’ for charity, which I got to film.
Over the course of the night people got rummed up, a mother and daughter pair mud wrestled well into the night when they were soaked enough they were basically in nothing but their pasties, and some teenage neighbors tried to start trouble.
Five of them or so reacted the very wrong way when another potential fight was broken up, and around 5 bouncers, 10 military, and 15 other people who beat the hell out of each other for fun swarmed. 10 seconds of teenage boys yelling happened, then they realized it was a very bad place to be and got the hell out, fast, while the band played a Metallica cover.
It was fun seeing a few teenage boys with that pack mentality realize they’re not invincible, and they’re very outnumbered by the very wrong people. People who fight a lot and are old enough to not be interested in showing off in a fight when they can just finish it in a few punches.
And then it was back to mud-wrestling and debauchery. Good times.
Yeah he’s fine, his trucks ok, the Civic is salvage though. There may be rules about that here in Alberta, but my boss is such that if I did find a way to take time off against his will like that I’d be fired post haste for another reason.
I think I discovered a love of yard care this weekend. I spent many hours this weekend in my yard doing edging along the patio, weeding, pulling vines off the tree - and having a fucking awesome time doing it. It was sweltering hot and I didn’t really care. I’m excited to get back to this coming weekend.
Tell me the truth … I’m old, aren’t I?
Yep.
One of the things I’m most looking forward to about owning a home is finally having a yard, and I’m even looking forward to mowing. For me, though, that’s the desire to be a homeowner and a fervent belief that the grass really is greener on the other side (and in need of mowing). I think with you, though, you’re just old.
The fact that I’m really looking forward to organizing my dumping ground of a basement, though…
I won the Indiana state championship (my shooting thing) this weekend, and then I found out I won the raffle! AR15 on the way, baby! Rifle raffle rifle raffle rifle raffleriflerafflerifleraffle . . . try it, it’s fun!
H.
There’s really only one way to handle this:
Dean
6240
I was all excited last year to mow my new lawn last year when we bought the house. Now I’m here, reading Qt3, instead of mowing it, because I’m a lazy fuck. It looks like ass at the moment, and I’m going to go out and do it, and my procrastination only means that it’s going to be hotter when I finally get out there.
My wife enjoys doing all the gardening stuff. I’ve shown no aptitude or desire to even be out there. My back yard is basically a container for the grill. I run out, grill things, and bring them back inside. Though I do enjoy looking out my office window and seeing all sorts of wildlife. We have a couple of groundhogs who use my yard as a pass-through. I’m happy that they’re living in the neighbor’s yard, and occasionally one of them stops and eats some of the vines that are snaking up out of the grass.
It just means I don’t have to mow them.
