High Plains Drifter

Fear the Turtle, bro.

and traitors.

You think this dipshit will get fired?

many years ago, some cormorants discovered that Barton Springs Pool had a large fish population. A month later, not a fish to be found. IT was amazing the size of those fish they could eat. At some point, I realized they always swallowed the fish head first to keep the dorsal fin from sticking in their throats. A few times they would bring up catfish that probably weighed as much as they did. If they were unable to eat them because they were so big, they would let them go, but often the fish would die anyway. I used to love sitting in the lifeguard chair and watch the cormorants fly in, dive, eat, and fly out. When I was off duty, I'd grab a diving mask and watch them swim underwater. Incredibly fast. There was a big stink about whether or not the City of Austin should do something. Save the Fish vs Save the Cormorants. It was quite the dilemma.

too soon

Aah, the old "accelerator got stuck" accident.

You are right. We should snuff out both billionaires.

Helpless people on the subway train scream "My God!" as he looks in on them. He picks up a bus and throws it back down as he wades through the buildings to the center of town. History shows again and again how Nature points out the folly of man.

pre 9/11 I was an apathetic stoner just trying to get high and laid. After the complete goat fuck of a response to 9/11, I opened my eyes, looked around, and saw two political parties, neither of whom I really liked, but at least one party paid lip service to things that I thought really mattered, or should really matter. So I went from nonpolitical to liberal. It only took a terrorist attack that killed 3,000 americans, and two resulting wars that also killed about 3,000 US servicemen, who knows how many hundreds of thousands of civilians, and cost billions that could have been spent on pot holes, or health care for babies, or whatever. And resulted in not a damn thing being better than it was before.

I had a long screed written out blasting the OP for being a got damn idoit, then I read this, reflect for a moment, and am now like "yeah, probably right, OP, pos rep."

look at those titays doing the horns down.

Uh, maybe don't kneel down with your back to a large, horned animal that is only three feet away and probably weighs 30 to 40 times what you do? Also, that's probably the fastest that fat ass dog has ever moved.

Pretty sure I've told this story at least once before, but here goes again... I was a grad student at UT at the time. I got to the lab I was working in, and everybody was talking about it. No tvs in the lab, so we all went home. Later that day I got a frantic phone call from my half sister: Her mom (my step mom) was in Manhattan for work. She couldn't get a hold of her on the phone. My father was drunk (as usual) and losing his shit and was talking about driving from Dallas to NY to try and find her. He wanted me to drive to Dallas from Austin to stay with my high school age sister. I talked him out of it, luckily. I hadn't even known my step mom was in Manhattan. Much later that day, we finally got a call from my step mom. When the first plane hit, she was in a conference room a few blocks from the trade center in a meeting with a bunch of co-workers, most of whom she hadn't ever met in person. When they heard the explosion, security started yelling to evacuate the building. Then the first building collapsed, and cops yelled for everyone to get back inside. A few minutes later, people who were closer to ground zero started coming into the lobby of her building, completely covered in ash. Looked like ghosts, my step mom said. She ended up walking from lower Manhattan to the train station and took a train to New Jersey. She stayed with a co-worker from their NY office that she had never met before. She never recovered any of her stuff from her hotel room (clothes, credit cards, etc). After about a week, she rented a car and drove back to Dallas. I think she found somebody who was also from Dallas and they shared the ride. There is more to the story, the long trek through manhattan, the ash and smoke and general chaos, the train ride to New Jersey, staying with complete strangers in a house with two kids, and not even being able to buy a toothbrush (much less clothes that weren't completely covered in ash) until we could get some money sent to her. The PITA of trying to rent a car to get home. Every year I call her on 9/11. Every year she tells me the same story, and every time she starts to cry when she gets to the part about the people completely covered in ash. Even if I'm talking to her on the phone I can hear her get upset. One year, my daughter in about 5th grade or so, mentioned that her step grandmother had been in Manhattan on 9/11 to her teacher, and the teacher wanted her to come to the school and tell her story. She didn't want to, said it would be too hard. I really need to record her telling the story, she's in her upper 70s now, and may not be around much longer to tell it.

Getting ready to kick off the weekend w/ some Friday Night Lights: FIGHT!!!

Hey, I was just there in July. Got a pic of my teen age daughter standing next to a beef eater in full regalia. I asked the beef eater if he could act like he was arresting my daughter. Neither he nor my daughter were amused. So much for British humour.

After actually reading a NYT the article during lunch, I see there is speculation the prosecutors thought the case against Lindsay and the two ex-Georgia senators wasn't as strong.

If the grand jury recommended it, why the fuck wasn't he indicted?

These people get a tap on the horn from me.

Damn, I am idoit. I thought Cooter's post said "it was nice knowing you."

The surprise appearance of Black Phillip at the end is the chef's kiss.

was it really though?

bruh, we all do it for free, just at work mostly.

Put a snake in her locker.

As for how classified documents ended up in boxes, Trump "had a lot of boxes" in his bedroom, and when he was done reading a newspaper article or a classified document, he'd "throw them" into one of the boxes, according to Corcoran. Yeah, I'm calling bullshit.

The replies are great to the McBeatDown: "The counter is there for your protection, not the employees'" "The broken McRib is back!"