The "I don't want to talk about AI" thread, and the new topic is: brushes with Death

Actually I tried that as a pickup line in the bar "Hey baby, wanna play with my eggs?" and oddly, all it ever got me was a slap in a face. Maybe they were all allergic to eggs.

eta: and they were worried it would result in a brush with death. BOOM! I kept it on topic!!!
Nice turn around there! I'm impressed!
 
Better'n a goose egg - American slang for zero
Fun factoid (AKA this sounds plausible but I've never bothered to check it): the "love" score in tennis derives from the French "l'oeuf", meaning "the egg".

Why is it brushes with death and not brunches with death? Or will the brunch be on Sunday?

Because he's English and so it'd be second breakfast.
Brunch is second breakfast with alcohol. Or second breakfast is brunch without alcohol.

All English are hobbits, right?
I'm the approximate shape and size, but my feet aren't hairy enough.
 
Does anyone else a accidentally hit the lighnting icon showing the new posts everywhere and get knocked speechless for a few seconds?
 
Does anyone else a accidentally hit the lighnting icon showing the new posts everywhere and get knocked speechless for a few seconds?
Nope! *happy grin* Can't say I have! Nor do I particularly care - this place is a swamp stew, all SORTS of crap bubbling hither and yon....
 
I nearly walked into a hippo when I was 10. It was night time and I was out in the hotel grounds, looking up at the monkeys in the trees with my torch. Didn't know the hippo was there until it grunted. I brought my torch down to find it about a meter away. Luckily, I was shining my torch right in it's eye and was able to back way, flooded by hot fear.

It was a big beast.

Three days later, the authorities shot a hippo in the same spot as it had a festering arrow wound and was behaving aggressively.

That's my brush with death story. Hard to work into an erotic tale really, but feel free!
 
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