The Isolated Blurt Thread XX: The Ghost of Blurt Threads Past

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What the fuck is it with eagles?

i'm still trying to figure out why they sound so much like seagulls and what exactly have they been eating to make them so explosive.

oh, wait. that might be a different movie.
 
Went on a little ride...look what we found...

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I snagged a book to read, we'll have to go back and return it...and leave a couple more!

They did this all around our local parks this summer. Kids could leave a book and take a book. It was a great idea.
Driving to work in the mornings, I would see kids using this. It made me smile.
 
One of my interns was telling me yesterday he will sometimes eat while taking a shit. He puts his plate on the hamper, and chows will pinching a loaf.
 
that's a good way to get rid of brownies.

if anyone else gets that reference i'll be stunned.
 
What's "a Penn State"?

Did this "Joe Pa's" screw your dead

parents, too?

Is Grace in jail/prison?

Sometimes, you have to read more than just the funny pages, sir.

No one better have screwed them at all or there is going to be a serious problem.

By the Grace of God, she better be.

Though, I know her friends on here would say otherwise.
 
Sometimes, you have to read more than just the funny pages, sir.

Do you consider reading you "more than just the funny pages, sir"...

...or less?

No one better have screwed them at all or there is going to be a serious problem.

Why? Do you intend to keep them all for yourself to screw?

By the Grace of God, she better be.

Though, I know her friends on here would say otherwise.

See...

...you're just going to have to put a bit more effort into it if you ever dream to be "more" than the funny pages, sir.
 
I felt obliged to say something...

Do I put myself through the torture of watching the Battle of the Five Armies just so I can say I saw all of them?

I didn't enjoy the first, and I couldn't get through the second. I don't know if I'll ever bother with the third.

I watched it mostly just to get it over with and because I thought it had to be better than the second one.

I was wrong.

That they took liberties with the book, or even that they are failures as adaptations, might not be so bad; it would, maybe, be one thing if they were just so outlandish—like John Boorman's proposed adaptation of The Lord of the Rings—but instead they're just bland, generic, derivative fantasy. And not even generic literary fantasy. They're more like generic video game or role-playing game fantasy.

(And I say that as someone who—unironically—likes bad fantasy movies and television series. Except when they should be good.)
 
You said it better than I could.

Finished because I enjoy seeing things through to the end.

No need to see it again.
 
Do you consider reading you "more than just the funny pages, sir"...

...or less?



Why? Do you intend to keep them all for yourself to screw?



See...

...you're just going to have to put a bit more effort into it if you ever dream to be "more" than the funny pages, sir.

Much more than just the funny pages around these parts, sir.

I make more sense then any other character here.

:cool:

Amazing that these parent jokes continue.

Every time one of you makes another, you're condoning the thoughts of Gracefully Yours. A convicted fucking pedophile who was the first animal to bring these up against me.

Not one person seems to condemn her.

Do any of you have kids? Pretty scary if you do. Is this what we're teaching them these days? That it is okay to make jokes about parental necrophilia and their innocence does not matter.

And, I am the one out of my mind.

:rolleyes:
 
well it was significantly larger than a thumb. and far, far prettier. and had seemingly superhuman powers to defeat the forces of beer and exhaustion.
 
well it was significantly larger than a thumb. and far, far prettier. and had seemingly superhuman powers to defeat the forces of beer and exhaustion.


No imagination required.



 


Time marches on. It's impossible to ignore the shortening days or the dry, falling leaves or the cooler temperatures.


In two weeks time, I'll embark on what will prove to be either absolute misery and the most foolish waste of money I've ever engaged in or a satisfying accomplishment— and the outcome will be entirely and totally dependent on something I can't control: weather.


The only thing I can control is my conditioning and equipment.


 
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