Random Thoughts...

[mrip]

Our Jack In The Box has the worst looking employees. Bitches seriously make you lose your appetite.

nigga its all about that 24 hour drive through

i havent stepped inside a jack in the box in a long time

[DüM]

mcdonalds is just down the street, I prefer them at 2am.

[evisu 2000]

i have determined that there is no such thing as a pair of skinny black jeans in new york for under 200 dollars. i just spent the last 6 hours walking around trying to find a decent pair, april77 is out everywhere, ksubi, corpus, zara and cheap monday overdye only in fat people sizes, uniqlos have ugly ass contrast stitching, and apc only hs raw which im not in the mood for right now. and aa sucks

WHERE ARE THE BLACK JEANS IN THIS CITY SOMEBOD TELL MEEEE

what's wrong with the raw apcs? they're still pretty light, if they're the stretch ones.

[nf one]

the raw new cures are okay, im considering them as a last resort but i want a really dark jet black that wont fade overtime. i dont care bout honeycums and shit, i just wanna be fiyah in my dark ass pants

its 7:05 and oak closes at 8, im contemplating running my ass off down there to go buy their house jeans (see yes/no thread)

[fadingblue]

I started listening to reggaeton again, so good, so corny

[HBlack]

A few days ago, late at night trying to sleep, I was convinced I was going to go blind soon. No real reason. It was just a feeling of "aw man, this is going to be difficult".

[jeepster]

I had another long day at work,

but

today was special.

So, lunch had just ended and me, my co-counselor and my group of 11 fifth graders moseyed on down to the other side of camp, near where the climbing wall is located. It's in between a baseball field (fenced off) and a group of picnic tables. The wall itself is located on the back of the YMCA. So, as I'm watching over my group playing soccer with a bunch of other like minded fourth or fifth graders, one of my kids, Andres yells over to me "MAX, LOOK WHAT I FOUND!"

Point of interest: Andres is ten years old. Andres has severe ADHD that required in the past an aide watching over him independently of the counselors. He has a history of random violence towards other campers and is generally a poorly behaved child, but in an endearing almost-retarded manner.

So I turn around, I'm about 15-20 ft from him, he is over by the picnic tables clutching something between his two hands. I think to myself, "Oh shit, he must've found a dead bird or squirrel or something" This was only 1/2 true. He then proceeds to put whatever he has in his hands down on the picnic table bench and it turns out to be a chipmunk. I think again "God dammit", so I start to walk over while simultaneously telling him to leave it alone in my commanding baritone and he begins to back off. When I get to about five feet from Andres and about eight or nine feet from the picnic table, the chipmunk, which was curled up begins to do fucking back flips and going into an epileptic fit (or the chipmunk equivalent).

At this point I realize something's up. I bark at Andres to continue backing up and call over another counselor to help me sort of "quarantine" the situation before the children start running over. Just as I call him over, the chipmunk flips a shit and falls off the picnic bench onto the woodchips and continues to seize as if it was having a fit. I get in a little closer, about five feet from the animal, and I begin to inspect it. Mind you this is all within five minutes or so. So, I'm looking at the little thing and I notice its nose is bleeding and it appears to be gnawing on its paw or arm. Obviously there was more to this than just a hurt chipmunk. I ask my counselor in training who's still over playing with the kid to quickly take Andres to the bathroom while I have another counselor help me get a camp director into the situation because at this point, I'm fucking freaked that we might have a case of rabies on our hands - in a fucking chipmunk.

Andres goes with the CIT, I sorta wall off the area with the chipmunk, and call over a few other counselors to help me out. At this point the children are intrigued and start running over, but not before I bellow at them to sit down on the other picnic tables about thirty feet away and wait till we know what's going on.

Within a minute or two of my yelling, a director shows up and I start relating the story. All the while, this little chipmunk has slowly been going through it's death throws and inching along the ground in no particular direction in a spasmodic fashion (which at this point was receding into labored breathing), and there's little drops of blood everywhere. So, we start to hypothesize what might've happened to this little rodent. Maybe a bird got it and it escaped, but not without wounds - or maybe it had fallen - we didn't really know at that point. The head director came down and I grabbed a plastic beach bucket from a nearby shed, and he scooped the chipmunk into it and began to make his way towards a more remote part of camp.

Now it turns into like a Hitchcock film where you don't get to see the fate of the chipmunk. But I got to hear the directors blow-by-blow over the walkie talkies. And so, the chipmunk was taken out back, apparently while the director was in transit, started foaming at the mouth and convulsing, and he killed it - though I do not know the extent of how or what he did to kill it.

Animal control is called and I'm waiting around, about 20 minutes now since the incident started and my kid shows up. He starts relating the story to the directors of how he chased it along the climbing wall and grabbed it just before it was going to run up into a storm drain - which begs the question, did my kid just hurt it and thats what was going on? - but grabbed it before it could run up. So I have my co-counselor take him to the nurse because at this point, I'm spooked, but not spooked enough to not act on it.

I proceeded to take my kids to the next activity and try and dispel the rumors as much as I could, but fifth graders know better.

Anyways, it turns out, once my co-counselor and Andres returned, that Andres had, in that one in a million chance, scratched himself on the storm drain and broken the skin as he grabbed the chipmunk, essentially turning himself into a potential biohazard. So, his mother was called, yaddayaddayadda, and now the chipmunk has to be tested to see if it has rabies because the kid is in danger (superficially at least, it can be treated easily enough), but damn, was the fucking one in a million.

As far as I know, the kid is fine and was returned to me an hour or so later, and the chipmunk is being tested, but what I find really funny is that there has never been a reported case of a chipmunk contracting rabies EVER in the state of Connecticut.

Fuck that.

[Lab]

I just read a chipmunk story that was longer than War & Peace. There was no singing, no cool 90s intro, just paranoia and Jews. Sup Jeep, how was camp?

[Two-Headed Boy]

I had another long day at work,

but

today was special.

So, lunch had just ended and me, my co-counselor and my group of 11 fifth graders moseyed on down to the other side of camp, near where the climbing wall is located. It's in between a baseball field (fenced off) and a group of picnic tables. The wall itself is located on the back of the YMCA. So, as I'm watching over my group playing soccer with a bunch of other like minded fourth or fifth graders, one of my kids, Andres yells over to me "MAX, LOOK WHAT I FOUND!"

Point of interest: Andres is ten years old. Andres has severe ADHD that required in the past an aide watching over him independently of the counselors. He has a history of random violence towards other campers and is generally a poorly behaved child, but in an endearing almost-retarded manner.

So I turn around, I'm about 15-20 ft from him, he is over by the picnic tables clutching something between his two hands. I think to myself, "Oh shit, he must've found a dead bird or squirrel or something" This was only 1/2 true. He then proceeds to put whatever he has in his hands down on the picnic table bench and it turns out to be a chipmunk. I think again "God dammit", so I start to walk over while simultaneously telling him to leave it alone in my commanding baritone and he begins to back off. When I get to about five feet from Andres and about eight or nine feet from the picnic table, the chipmunk, which was curled up begins to do fucking back flips and going into an epileptic fit (or the chipmunk equivalent).

At this point I realize something's up. I bark at Andres to continue backing up and call over another counselor to help me sort of "quarantine" the situation before the children start running over. Just as I call him over, the chipmunk flips a shit and falls off the picnic bench onto the woodchips and continues to seize as if it was having a fit. I get in a little closer, about five feet from the animal, and I begin to inspect it. Mind you this is all within five minutes or so. So, I'm looking at the little thing and I notice its nose is bleeding and it appears to be gnawing on its paw or arm. Obviously there was more to this than just a hurt chipmunk. I ask my counselor in training who's still over playing with the kid to quickly take Andres to the bathroom while I have another counselor help me get a camp director into the situation because at this point, I'm fucking freaked that we might have a case of rabies on our hands - in a fucking chipmunk.

Andres goes with the CIT, I sorta wall off the area with the chipmunk, and call over a few other counselors to help me out. At this point the children are intrigued and start running over, but not before I bellow at them to sit down on the other picnic tables about thirty feet away and wait till we know what's going on.

Within a minute or two of my yelling, a director shows up and I start relating the story. All the while, this little chipmunk has slowly been going through it's death throws and inching along the ground in no particular direction in a spasmodic fashion (which at this point was receding into labored breathing), and there's little drops of blood everywhere. So, we start to hypothesize what might've happened to this little rodent. Maybe a bird got it and it escaped, but not without wounds - or maybe it had fallen - we didn't really know at that point. The head director came down and I grabbed a plastic beach bucket from a nearby shed, and he scooped the chipmunk into it and began to make his way towards a more remote part of camp.

Now it turns into like a Hitchcock film where you don't get to see the fate of the chipmunk. But I got to hear the directors blow-by-blow over the walkie talkies. And so, the chipmunk was taken out back, apparently while the director was in transit, started foaming at the mouth and convulsing, and he killed it - though I do not know the extent of how or what he did to kill it.

Animal control is called and I'm waiting around, about 20 minutes now since the incident started and my kid shows up. He starts relating the story to the directors of how he chased it along the climbing wall and grabbed it just before it was going to run up into a storm drain - which begs the question, did my kid just hurt it and thats what was going on? - but grabbed it before it could run up. So I have my co-counselor take him to the nurse because at this point, I'm spooked, but not spooked enough to not act on it.

I proceeded to take my kids to the next activity and try and dispel the rumors as much as I could, but fifth graders know better.

Anyways, it turns out, once my co-counselor and Andres returned, that Andres had, in that one in a million chance, scratched himself on the storm drain and broken the skin as he grabbed the chipmunk, essentially turning himself into a potential biohazard. So, his mother was called, yaddayaddayadda, and now the chipmunk has to be tested to see if it has rabies because the kid is in danger (superficially at least, it can be treated easily enough), but damn, was the fucking one in a million.

As far as I know, the kid is fine and was returned to me an hour or so later, and the chipmunk is being tested, but what I find really funny is that there has never been a reported case of a chipmunk contracting rabies EVER in the state of Connecticut.

Fuck that.

epic story! mabye the chipmunk was posesed?

[jeepster]

I just read a chipmunk story that was longer than War & Peace. There was no singing, no cool 90s intro, just paranoia and Jews. Sup Jeep, how was camp?

what's good lab. Camp was long and hot.

I was reaching for a Proustian level of story telling with this one.

epic story! mabye the chipmunk was posesed?

no. Just had rabies or somethin.

[ProfMonnitoff]

jeepster no offense but that story is way too long for the internet

[jeepster]

jeepster no offense but that story is way too long for the internet

Don't care

its now part of internet lore (despite being factual)

There is a hair that is jumping around my keyboard. Possibly pubic. Not sure how it got there, but soon its gonna be removed.

[nf one]

i just got gamed harder than i ever have before in my entire life. i just went to oak to check out those jeans, and i was seduced so quickly and easily by the salesgirls that they basically could have recommended that i also buy them things and i would have done it. i cant even tell if the jeans are nice or not, i mean i think they are, but it might just be cause i think of hot hot friendly gurllls

[billy.]

i'm obsessed with poliopoliopolio's blog.

[Spaghettini]

i don't just look real, this crook deals coke.

only thing whiter, dawg, is brooke shields.

[HBlack]

I just cut the roof of my mouth chewing on ice. It's bleeding a little bit.

[Guest]

yo still

cop this

[jeepster]

what is american psycho even about? why did i read that book? why was it 400 pages long?! Why the fuck did I waste 2 days of my life reading a book to try and dis-ambiguate the end of a movie just to end up less fulfilled than before?! wtf!!!

STICK TO DA MOVIE, YA

[geekbonchic]

399 pages too long. I altered my copy to be one sheet of paper in a jacket that says:

"Stop trying to read this and just watch Christian Bale be a creepy motherfucker."

[inaya]

I really hate popcorn with butter on it.

[Guest Hopfer]

Shouldn't have had that coffee.

[Ahlvahroe]

I really hate popcorn with butter on it.

completely agree, but im more ocd about it. its popcorn no butter, light salt, and accompanied with 7up, if there is no 7up im not gonna eat popcorn. i almost never drink soda anymore either so its rare if i eat popcorn now.

[salaryman]

^^ blasphemy. what do you like? just salt? I had a mexican friend that never used butter and only used garlic salt and lime. Tasted good with beer.

Another girl I know used to love watching the old version of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory, and she always made popcorn with cinnamon and sugar.

[YoungPunch]

I like light butter popcorn. But once I was in the supermarket, and just grabbed a box of microwave popcorn, thinking it was just the regular kind. Popped that shit up in the microwave, ate a handful, and had a gag-reflex. Turns out I had gotten "kettle-corn", shit is totally different than regular popcorn. Tastes sickly-sweet. Now I pay more attention to what I'm buying when shopping for popcorn.

[nf one]

how come nobody told me the black centimeter double bracelet by apc was part of the online sale i wanted that thing for the longest time but didnt think it was worth the retail, and i didnt see it in person at the sale on mercer. goddammnit

[Ahlvahroe]

I had a mexican friend that never used butter and only used garlic salt and lime. Tasted good with beer.

well since im mexican too, i guess ill just say we dont really like butter on our popcorn. i guess,

[High Monika]

I have a half mexican friend that loves tons of butter and salt on his popcorn. What does this say about America?

By the way, that cinnamon sugar idea sounds fantabulous with a huge serving of butters first.

[skistar]

fuck popcorn w/o butter!

Redbox is the shit, but I'd probably save some money with netflix

[julzkind]

"yeah red box!"

lol, i dont really like popcorn... unless its white cheddar.

[Liberation1945]

yooooooooooooooo the popcorn seasoning powders at sunshine are THE MOTHAFUCKIN TROOOOOF. ohhhh jalapeno oooohhh buffalo. i go there just for the snacks sometimes...

yo of course popcorn needs mad butter and mad salt, but onion powder, garlic powder, cayenne pepper powder, all that shit is good too word to overseasoning.