Ah shit, the ceramic bit was super funny. This guy does a great job of mixing the funny with the good points.

Totally fake. If you've ever seen a cremated human, they don't put them in little teeny ceramic pots. They give you a freaking INGOT. Seriously, the vessel they put the ashes in by itself alone has to weigh 15-20 pounds.

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>> ^videosiftbannedme:
'Transformer pizza dough' is the closest thing I could come to something funny. And it's not funny.


An apt description, nonetheless.

It reminds me of Gossamer's hair...





Full Sift here.

Well, that's one practical application of a wad of ceramic magnets I never thought of.

About time such scanners are introduced. Terrorists trying to board the planes with explosives and ceramic blades, everywhere you look. Just yesterday, a group of 27 terrorists tried to hijack a Cessna by overpowering the pilots with their genital piercings. With this new technology, they wouldn't have gotten onto the airplane.

But how long until they finally invent a method to remove all bodily fluids and gases? It's completely unacceptable that you can still get aboard with a bowel filled with sarin gas.

>> ^deputydog:
i believe originally the word was used to describe an alcoholic. however i, like most british people these days, refuse to respect intention and use it when labelling a cuntish person. i imagine a tosspot to be as you mentioned: a dirty ceramic bowl, full to the brim with spunk. probably overflowing.
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What the hell is a tosspot? LOL! I like it, and in some ways I think I can imagine what it is, but when I jerk off it's not in a pot. Maybe tosssock would be better? Or tosstissue? I dunno. Maybe I'm missing the meaning.

How about jizz jar? I'm still trying to kick that phrase off.

i believe originally the word was used to describe an alcoholic. however i, like most british people these days, refuse to respect intention and use it when labelling a cuntish person. i imagine a tosspot to be as you mentioned: a dirty ceramic bowl, full to the brim with spunk. probably overflowing.

In reply to this comment by blankfist:
What the hell is a tosspot? LOL! I like it, and in some ways I think I can imagine what it is, but when I jerk off it's not in a pot. Maybe tosssock would be better? Or tosstissue? I dunno. Maybe I'm missing the meaning.

I'm bored so I'm going to post here. Well I'm new here (kind of) I was a lurker since a few years ago, I had a different sift name but I forgot what it was or what email was used so I came up with this one. Lann is my artist name, it's how I sign my work and show it (kind of A-sexual).

I just turned 24 in June. I had to spend most of my life on a 12 section cattle ranch in the remote regions or North Eastern Montana with my evil grandparents. When I was 17 I escaped to Billings, MT to finish high school. I did a year at MSU-Billings until I though I needed another change.

In 2005 I moved to TN and worked a year in the factories to get residency an money for college. I am now a senior at the Appalachian Center for Craft. After I'm done I plan to get the hell out of this god for saken state and head back to the northwest somewhere for grad school.

I'm a Metals major and love casting, blacksmithing, and ceramics. I've done also done Glassblowing, Printmaking...and other stuff...I guess I'll shut up now...

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Art avenger, let's start the adventure
Hit ya with nerve gas, absurd blasts
Crashin space craft, I'm bio-enhanced
Hiero advanced series, monstrous evolution
Headed, tooth and nail, scoop the trail
Super-sleuth, a new race
Mad creator, savage nature
World Wide Web, the ebb and flow
Light years from watchful eyes while my thoughts provide
objectives to ostracize the pompous prophecies
Underground societies are hard to lead
Asteroid surfing, castor-oil burping
The darkest side of humanity animated
The grand awakening, plan to take it in
I demand your patronage, mobilize my battletanks
With clusters small, NTR's to empty Mars
Many MC's cruise low earth orbit
Easier for me to use my search warrant
Drift by a star, absorb it, and store it
Leave tourists pourous, my galaxy's gorgeous
Quantum jump - I'm right at your doorstep

Now I catch more wreck with fast ignition
My last decision, pulse amplification
Terror with napalm, I want y'all to stay calm
Alien annihilation, I stay armed to the grill piece and kill beef
20 percent matter, 30 percent is energy
Assimilating to become a living being
Evaporative radiation fades your station
I get high as aviation

I rise like helium, you're falling rapidly
Trapped in apathy, while I track your speed
I'm what you call a legend, dominance with armageddon
Gives me a warm reception
Verbal war with weapons, installation
Blowin the star dust, distance twelve parsecs
Enthuse your phalanx with my literary talents
Just a bit of balance, rip the silence
in space, all-star systems are our victims
Atomics, anonymous with ominous
implications of information, or information, and entertainment
Cyber-tech dialect, you gotta earn my respect
I'm like Gamera to amateurs, hit em with a cannonball
And in all this confusion
The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions
Search the ruins with Automator
Hit the walls with a carbonator
Hit-or-missiles, just regenerate
The sonic soldiers allow us to demonstrate
Emergency dispatch, skyscrapers ripped back
from the impact, their flow is mismatched
My style's protected by heat shields and ceramics
Don't panic, I landed on planet Mercury
Gave it atmosphere, set up my headquarters
I'll never get captured here
Rap your tear clap your ear with Soulsonic Mantronik phonics
Turn your brain to an omelette
I'll hold a comet in bondage, with my dominance
Take a space shuttle to escape trouble
Bounce through the Milky Way
Not many MC's feel this way

For a million I would expect 2 wheel drive, dual computer-controlled ceramic brakes and redline at 12,000rpm...

I like how they took high-speed footage of all the ugliest ceramic junk in the thrift store being smashed on the floor.

Should have tried the ceramic tap just to be sure.

Everywhere else that i've seen molten aluminum used, they use ceramic molds, not metal molds.