I meant in general, but yes, he specifically is loose butthole. Have you all seen the gallery of goofy faces he posted there about a year ago? Cringe to the nth degree.
His teeth look like tiny uncooked rigatoni
HA! I wanted to find the thread where he posted all of the pictures at. Meanwhile I just assumed it was some basic funny picture found online, I had no idea that was really him. What an ugly fuck. No wonder his kids won’t talk to him, I wouldn’t talk to my dad if he looked like that.
Post by aquaholic2017 on Mar 30, 2019 12:22:33 GMT
YouTube royalty free music led me to this...
I'm going to use it as background music for a YouTube slideshow I'm planning on making of a series of macro shots of soap bubbles in a dish soap bottle on my kitchen sink that are similar to this...
Check out the growling monster sound at 1:40 mark.
6 pages and no one posted this? was all the psychedelia i needed as a kid. that and lsd, i mean.
Had too much to drink last night? Could it be from electric prune juice?
They HAD to be on something to come up with a name like that for their band. I betcha' all the girls just threw them self on them screaming ... "Electric Prunes! Electric Prunes!, I have to bed down with the Electric Prunes!" Aaah! It's all in your bowl movement, Sally!
Post by aquaholic2017 on Mar 30, 2019 12:31:36 GMT
I am trying to find that gallery of “funny” face pics because I want to use one for a friend for a joke. Anyway I ran across this doozy from this last December (which I don’t think was shared yet):
Just saw the movie "Vice" about Dick Cheney last night (highly recommend) and it inspired me to write a third Brother BOO! chapter, "The Patriot Act" edition, on how Cheney used obscure war time laws to allow unwarranted wire tapping of anyone that posed a threat to our government.
As you might've guessed from the previous posts my brother was living on a disability income just under $700/month with $60 in foodstamps. I believe it was around 2003 that he got a $20 cost of living increase which the state of Texas took back $10 of it by reducing his food stamps to $50. He gets on the phone yelling and screaming at the local Health and Human Services agent complaining about the reduction and threatens to show up at their office and mow everyone down with an Uzi. Now the agent was used to my brother doing this in the past way before The Patriot Act/Home Land Security was around and wasn't afraid but warned my brother to not say these things because (and these were her words as told to me by my brother)..."they're listening in".
I was in my bedroom online chit chatting with digital imaging enthusiasts so I didn't know exactly what the raucous on the phone was about when, after my brother got off the phone and told me what the agent warned him about, we got a knock on the door and a police officer asked if we had a cellphone. I told him no. He said OK and left. I shut the door and told my brother what the officer said and he and I wondered and puzzled over what that was about. Then a few minutes later we got another knock on the door and this time it was a police officer and a DPS-Dept of Public Safety officer who asked us to follow them in my car to the DPS office in our town to talk about my brother's threat to HHS.
We did as we were told and followed them in my car. When we arrived we were asked to write out a signed statement explaining the situation my brother caused. I wrote that I didn't have any part of it. But my brother decided to write his miserable life's story and spent hours where the officer's were asking him to hurry up where my brother barks back from the other room they had him in..."Hey! If I'm going to have to do this ya'll are going to hear the whole truth about me". The officers and myself laughed. After my brother finished writing his hillbilly "Mein Kampf" the officers told us we were free to leave and to promise not to do this again. And of course both of said that was never going to happen again.
And my brother NEVER did that again in the 3 years I stayed until I could get my own apartment.
I tried pot once back in my early 20's and put a halt to that after someone who gave me the pot thought it would be funny to dust it with a bit of Diazinon ant poison. I was dry heaving for over 5 hours up until 4AM when I stopped.
That's why I don't do drugs and don't hang around people who do just because I'm more likely to hook up with someone who thinks that's a fun thing to do to someone.
I've learned this site has some very skillful writers who can be very snarky with the least amount of words. I'ld average it to less than 7 words. I don't know where they get this skill but I'm learning. Let's see how I can say that succinctly with the least amount of words.
Snark brevity?...Doh! That sounds stupid!...mmh...Snarkaholics?...Condescending shorty's?...nah!
Hey! Someone help me out here. My post has too many words.
Post by aquaholic2017 on May 11, 2019 14:24:11 GMT
Just went to the eye doctor last week, for my annual visit. One of the questions they ask, to identify and determine any changes in vision or health issues, is if I see floaters.
Go get that checked out soon.
I just looked that up online seeing I sometimes see grayish shadow like out of focus pinhole sized spots and short squiggles that move every time I move my eyeballs. Nothing shows up online that points to anything serious other than this is a part of aging.
I'll be 60 in several months and I still have never had a physical my entire life. Since I'm on disability and receive Medicare and Extra Help I can't seem to find a doctor that will both take my insurance and perform a physical. And after the urologist waste of time visit where I ended up having to pay $170 because they don't participate in Medicaid that funds the "Extra Help" and didn't tell me before I went in, I ended up paying for a PSA test I never asked for seeing I went in to have them check out a boil I had on my scrotum I healed myself.
I'm actually kinda' frightened of visiting physicians I've never met or seen before that seem to drop out of the sky with an office all set up to do business. I feel fine. No more boils. I can grab two 15lb dumb bells and shadow box, squat and jump with them flapping my arms like I'm flying with no pain at all at moments notice. No heart murmurs or pounding chest. I feel like I felt when I was in my 20's after doing these flash dance dumb bell aerobics that last about 30 seconds. I take long walks that last for at least 2 hours. Feel great afterward. Three days later I'm sleeping till 2PM which happened today. Guess that's part of my sleep disorder. No worries.
People who practically brag (?!) about never going to the doctor make me shake my head at both their ignorance and where there priorities are at in life. :shake:
Don't be too quick to judge that it's ignorance, Sunshine.
Does Medicare pay for a yearly physical examination?