Scottish government currently has a bunch of ads up to get screened for lung cancer, but for some reason theyâve decided to personify cancer as some sort of gothic butch milf and Iâm obsessed with her
ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.
The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.
"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.
Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasnât open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.
Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.
We did not ask for the inspectorâs report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."
I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.
I know I'm not the easiest person to get along with...
But fuck if anyone ever says I am not kind.
I put up with others emotions. I work hard. I don't cause others drama. I may be a little mean when it comes to teasing đ€đ€ but I always state my intentions. My words are always my nost honest opinions and what I believe to be true. I know that sometimes that hurts a person.
I promised myself I would never have a person living in my home that was going to be living off me.
Why is that fucker still here?
Got drunk last night. Margaritas!!! (GIF of me, brother and sister last night drinking)
I've not drank since my birthday. I don't drink. But I also haven't been able to sleep. Fuck it. I work, I handle all financial business in the house, I keep it clean, I keep the siblings fed, I make sure they don't so stupid shit... imma get drunk!
Sister makes the best margaritas.
I had a lovely dream. Dream girl asks me what am I doing? Where am I going? Why allow someone in the house that makes you upset?
Today, I feel clearer. I slept good. I can think. My emotions are not running rampant.
I think we should have a talk with this guy tonight.
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like theyâre gone. itâs the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
