I screwed up again the other day at work asking that very question of a colleague. Turns out she’s just been enjoying too much of a good thing. I need to ask around more before going in with a such a risky question.
Haha #1 brings back memories of AP Calc in hs. We had to take that damn AP test at like 7am…bump that noise. I just drew on all the ?s. I one of them was abt particle movement and it asked when the particle moved ‘left.’ So i drew an elephant and wrote “The particle cannot move left, there is an elephant in the way”
mwnci (can i call you mwnci?) ((maybe we should take this araf))
yes, you can call me alord, lord, slumsy, herr schlumen etc. it also probably wouldn’t take much sleuthing to work out my real name. unfortunately the stone of gulganeth doesn’t work on me. you need the magical refracting mirror of zaracek.
it’s great now word’s back, correct. it’s like augustus asked ovid back from exile so the golden age can begin again. don’t let her head get too big though – then it’d be completely out of proportion with her svelte, sexy, nubile figure.
mwnci, have you ever thought about joining a basketball team? or brutalising a sexual partner?
@meribell I totally agree. Just going by that picture, every little kid I know has down syndrome, so it’s freaking obvious!! ESPECIALLY if you’ve never seen someone with down syndrome before!! Like, what the fuck David. What. The. Fuck.
@alordslums hey, you’ve been stalking me? How’d you know I lived there? Also, just sticking up for David. The kids obviously got downs, just think Mia’s taking too much for granted to assume that people aren’t going to give the kid the benefit of the doubt – I’ve thought someone had down syndrome before when the didn’t, thanks to a bad photo. I’m wishing I’D just said “How many did you smoke before THIS was taken?”.
Winner of the week award goes to Cristina – if Netflix hasn’t delivered your copy of Maid in Manhattan yet and CBS is showing another fucking rerun of CSI: Miami, then why not pass the time by cracking open a wine cooler and going on to Facebook to comment on pictures that were posted four months ago?
Oh, and the kid might not be stoned but the lion on his shirt sure is. Look at those eyes…
Yoinks_Father, yeah I agree with you. My ass has a major workout in the kissing department the last couple of days, and while I do enjoy a gluteal smooch or two, a good gluteal slapping is more my speed.
I have been lurking for a while now and love the comments section although have refrained from commenting due to my inferior wit. I had to post though and ask what the hell is going on with yoink? He has suddenly learned to spell, not to mention use grammar but worst of all he is no longer funny.
As someone who has marked the EQAO test (the language portion, not the maths), I have to wonder who took the pic… the scorer (b/c it was funny), or the student (underachiever and proud of it)? That would be pretty risky for the scorer to do so, as it violates the NDA & they could lose their job marking, so maybe the student?
I also like how the student erased & re-wrote their caption of the bear picture. Slacker-perfectionists are rare. As rare as a bear using Nair.
for the record, i am not the “original yoink” and nor was i this “fake yoink”
someone, fuckmustard i think, said how to steal someone’s username, so i wanted to see if it worked. it did, but i never changed it back and hadn’t logged in for a few days. so now i am stuck with this name, thanks to some change at wordpress.
okay, then. doesn’t matter. i only created an account because of the whole yoink shit storm, logged in once and never commented. finally, i logged in again less than 24 hours ago.
so yeah, i think i’ll just go back to not commenting and instead merely reading the thoughts of a bunch of self-congratulating elitists who, for some reason, are experts on what is or is not having a life.
Bit late this, but here goes… My point was that when I was looking butch, no-one mistook me for a bloke, despite the fact that I was skinny and had no tits. When I wasn’t looking butch (i.e. long hair, make-up, glitter, skirts/dresses), I’d be mistaken for a bloke.
Doesn’t happen any more, cos now I’m a fat bastard and I have tits. Hurrah!
On the subject of mistakenly assuming a fat woman is pregnant – I was having the same conversation with a friend today. Someone she works with walked up to her, rubbed her stomach, and asked “When are you due?” Fair play to the girl, she just replied “Nah, I’m just fat” but seriously – why would you do that?
David’s foot is wedged firmly in mouth, but at least he wasn’t more personal. Commenting a kid looks stoned isn’t so bad on the grand scale of things. I’ve commented on a really horrendously ugly child only to find out it’s one of my best friend’s nieces (although she wasn’t sure if it was her niece or nephew – that side of the family are referred to as the apes)