(Courtesy of Stilton's Place)
"Founding Fathers Strapped Down In Graves To Prevent Further Spinning".
This might come in handy for dealing with minor neighborhood squabbles.
When you've got the munchies, and you don't want to take the long way around.
For the first time ever, all your Nazi General stereotypes are gathered in one room.
From Powerline's "The Week in Pictures".
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I was about 90 percent certain that Nadler photo was photoshopped, but there was just enough doubt that I had to check to make sure. It is, but I also learned his middle name is 'Lewis'.
In other words, Jerry Lewis Nadler. Jerry Lewis. Now I understand why he dresses like a bad comedian.
He's still a Hobbit.
I don't think they missed any of the Hollywood stereotypes of Nazi generals. But it's hard to tell, since the producers of Dubya Dubya Eye Eye movies tend to mix and match these characteristics.
If Nadler is a Hobbit, then he must be Smeagal's brother.
Smeagal's ugly brother.
Didn't Deagol get strangled?
Oh, we're talking about Sen. Nadler.
As you were.
Rep. Nadler (for God's sake, let's hope he doesn't get promoted to Senator).
In the spirit of idiots in high pants, did you know Mao Zedong has a grandson who can give Nadler a run for his money in the comical pants department?
Here's glimpse of him in a video by a couple of guys who lived in China for a long time but had to leave for health reasons. (They wanted to stay alive.) BTW, these guys have some interesting videos, if you a so inclined.
Haw! What a fat putz!
The metric system is great for engineers and the military, but for normal people it's not intuitive. For length, weight and volume, in real life, I prefer our system.
For stuff like physics SI works better, people don't get "slugs", kilograms are much easier for mass, but of course, pounds are easier to figure out than newtons for force so I'm always converting it back and forth to figure out if my answers make sense.
One test I took everybody but me got one question wrong. Everybody forgot to take the square root at the end but left their answer in meters/second so they didn't figure it out. They all figured that a roller coaster was going 7700mph instead of taking the square root and getting 88 mph. I made the same mistake but I checked and realized that no roller coaster is going to go 100 times the speed of sound and saw my mistake.
So far as I can tell, people in metric places use newtons for weight, which is wrong, wrong, wrong. That's mass not weight.
I'd never really thought about it because I don't care, but if you're going to whine at me about using metric, then use newtons for weight.
The next time some EUnuch acts all superior, I'm going to have to make fun of him for confusing mass for weight.
How much do you weigh?
75kg.
No, I'm asking about weight not mass.
Yeah, i like being a pedantic jerk when people act all undeservedly superior.
And I made the required mistake. "...people in metric places use kilograms for weight..."
That's an interesting video of Mao's spawn, r-man.
And yeah, that was a genuine PLA Honey. Woof!
Ah, the Great Oklahoma Sl#t Rush; I remember it well.
Slut rush? In Sydney we had the 'Parramatta Female Factory' (no they did not create women, merely stored them) where female convicts were kept busy. A man with capital could select one for a wife, in a line up of course.
"AT ALL PERIODS during the progress of the colony, and up to the present time, (1835) single men could obtain wives, on application, from amongst the female convicts, at the chief depot in Parramatta."
http://www.parragirls.org.au/female-factory.php
'Dubya dubya eye eye' - must remember that.
So, Bruce, were there such things as special options, fleet models, aftermarket add-ons?
V: Ah, I admire people who understand physics. The only class in that subject I ever took was in high school, and I spent most of my time sitting in the back of the class, playing blackjack with Henry Tingler.
V: just ask how many newtons that is. That will confoozle the clown.
Surprisingly enough Paco, the convict girls were quite choosy:
'The inquiries then become mutual; the lover wishes to know if the fair one has ever been married; the question is reiterated by the female, who also desires to learn how many head of cattle or sheep, or what land or houses, her lover is possessed of.'
I laugh, but it's quite possible we had a grt grt...grandma from there, a lot of old Sydney folks probably do. :-)
Whores, damned whores and female convicts
'According to Robert Hughes, on arrival at Botany Bay “the women floundered to and fro, draggled as muddy chickens under a pump, pursued by male convicts intent on raping them… the sailors on Lady Penrhyn applied to her master, Captain William Sever, for an extra ration of rum to make merry with upon the women quitting the ships. Out came the pannikins, down went the rum, and before long the drunken tars went off to join the convicts in pursuits of the women… It was the first bush party in Australia with some swearing, others quarrelling, others singing… as the couples rutted between the rocks, their cloths slimy with red clay, the sexual history of colonial Australia may fairly be said to have begun”.'
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