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Woah there Insane.
You posted a *.psd file there. I opened it and deleted the top layer and guess what? I found that you’d edited the original file. Luckily I was able to restore the original, and here it is:
Shame on you all.
And I think this makes you a massive gheyer!
Just been reading up on these damn Camel Spiders here (although they’re not actually spiders). They’ve got a page dedicated to stories, mostly from soldiers out in the middle east:
This is my experience w/ these damn monsters they call spiders. I was stationed at Bagram Airbase w/ an MP company in Afganistan in 2003-2004, while walking back from the MWR minding my own bussiness daydreaming when I would be going home, I encountered a camel spider, had to have been at least 5 inches big, not including the legs, was walking beside me this scared the hell out of me and I broke into a trot. Well, there and behold, this thing still next to me which scared me even more, but was even more scarier was when it tried to jump onto my leg. I screamed like a little girl ( I AM A 5’10, 180 LBS. MAN) and took off running as fast I could trying to get away from this damn thing, it kept jumping on my leg and I would kick it off, it would jump back on my leg and again I would kick it off this went on for a few moments but it felt like forever ( I thought I was going to have a heart attack) I wanted to shoot it but thought that if I missed it I would really piss this thing off so I didn’t. I kept running. I eventually got away from it and will never forget that nightmare, it’ll haunt me forever. That encounter w/ the spider was worser then when I had a scorpian crawl up onto my foot while wearing shower shoes ( flip flops).
*shudders*
Yeeech!
I can’t stand big insects (or sharks). Those things give me the heebie jeebies (a genuine psychological condition). Yet every fuggin’ country the wife makes us visit either has ‘the worlds biggest spider’, ‘the worlds most aggressive spider’ or ‘the worlds most heavily armed spider’. I saw one in Sri Lanka that was the size of my hand, but it didn’t bother the locals as it would ‘only sting’.
When we were in Kenya there was a gecko in our room about 6 inches long. The wife hated it, but I kept feeding him ‘cos he liked eating spiders. My enemies enemy is my friend.
Although I don’t he’d have stood a chance against a baboon spider:
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Bastards.
I see nothing funny here. I applaud Finland for trying to standardise the dance known as disco and also for using some decent role models for younger people to look up to.
However, as a strong believer in the ‘power of dance’ and ‘letting it all hang out’ I can see how a stricter disco regime may lead to people being thrown out of clubs due to their dancing being non-catagorised. A simple shuffle instead of a step might make a boogie a woogie, and where would that leave us? This is just more bonkers policies from Brussels trying to take away our right to funk.
‘Getting on down’ can never be taught, it is as impossible to quantify as a groove, making it large or throwing some shapes. And if Finland want to tell us differently we’ve got 8 Trident-armed subs that’ll show them a real disco inferno.
Keep your not-clicking fingers out of Europe Finland. I’m going to write to my MP about this.
Anybody who uses Sith Lord powers against Oprah Winfrey is alright in my book.
Anyway, I think Gyllenhaal looks funny. Not good funny like a girl with a ridiculously large chest:
But bad funny, like ET:
*shudders*
Blaaady ‘ell! Those churchies are larging it up big time!
Looks like I’ve been worshipping the wrong god.
@stellas wrote:
Mystery Men..
Now there’s a film!
The Shoveller: Lucille, God gave me a gift. I shovel well. I shovel very well.
Blue Raja’s mother: [the Blue Raja’s mom walks in on him, in full costume, rummaging through her silverware drawer] Jeffrey, what are you doing?
The Blue Raja: Um, I was just, um, uh, um, I’m, uh…
[shifts to British accent]
The Blue Raja: I’m a superhero, mother.
Blue Raja’s mother: A superhero?
The Blue Raja: An effete British superhero, to be precise. I am pilfering your tableware because I hurl it. I hurl it with a deadly accuracy. The Blue Raja is my name. And yes, I know I don’t wear much blue and I speak in a British accent, but if you know your history it really does make perfect sense.Awesome! It’s in my top ten of favorite films.
