I was standing there, hands trembling, my wife due home from work any time now... I reached for my youngest daughter's top - it came off with little resistance.

Her training bra was my next hurdle. Hands still trembling, I gently unclipped it and unable to control my hands I watched it as it fell to the floor.

Her short little skirt was next, I reached out and slid it off. As I ran my hands slowly over her My Little Pony panties I could feel they were already really, really damp...

Anyway, I'd better finish getting the rest of the washing in - it's raining and my Parkinsons isn't making it any easier.

Sorry, I should have linked that YT vid in sarcasm tags.
Well aware that its coupling each of them via resonance damping, and magnets have no role to play in this one.

For this reason I did not place the sift in Comedy.

Also I think we all live with different levels of idiocy it is foolish to believe in perfection. >> ^sillma:

>> ^ctrlaltbleach:
Yes but are you calculating the numerous oh shits that can happen? I once did this same trick except on my hand and with a can of Bianca. I had done this trick many times before no problem I put the fire out but before I could notice it caught on fire again and burned my hand pretty badly.
>> ^robbersdog49:
Fire is only dangerus when you don't have any safety equipment. The fact that he could calmly and quickly put it out with the damp towel they had ready makes me think the eia channel probably isn't warranted.


Well, you're obviously more retarded than he is.
The vid itself lacks in funny.

>> ^ctrlaltbleach:

Yes but are you calculating the numerous oh shits that can happen? I once did this same trick except on my hand and with a can of Bianca. I had done this trick many times before no problem I put the fire out but before I could notice it caught on fire again and burned my hand pretty badly.
>> ^robbersdog49:
Fire is only dangerus when you don't have any safety equipment. The fact that he could calmly and quickly put it out with the damp towel they had ready makes me think the eia channel probably isn't warranted.



Well, you're obviously more retarded than he is.

The vid itself lacks in funny.

Yes but are you calculating the numerous oh shits that can happen? I once did this same trick except on my hand and with a can of Bianca. I had done this trick many times before no problem I put the fire out but before I could notice it caught on fire again and burned my hand pretty badly.
>> ^robbersdog49:

Fire is only dangerus when you don't have any safety equipment. The fact that he could calmly and quickly put it out with the damp towel they had ready makes me think the eia channel probably isn't warranted.

Fire is only dangerus when you don't have any safety equipment. The fact that he could calmly and quickly put it out with the damp towel they had ready makes me think the eia channel probably isn't warranted.

My favorite 70's derived heavy album is from "Sounds of Animal Kingdom" by Brutal Truth from 1997. It was produced by Billy Anderson, you might not get that it's a 70's influenced album at first because it's noisy, it's grindy and it's fucking heavy. Smoke a lot of weed & relisten. It's a blend of rock, 70's rock, grind, doom, punk & noise. I always get the feeling that they had smoked shit tons of weed & watched a lot of old Japanese films. The engineer gave it a nice damp tape sound overall; not crisp & precise like most shitty heavy bands. They even do a Sun Ra cover.

>> ^arvana:

The half-life of the transverse waves propagated from that slap indicate a damping factor of: FIRM.


You said exactly what I was going to post! So, instead...

In this new video being created by our highly skilled graduates; the camera speed will be slightly slower at 1000 FPS @1920x1080 (or higher if intended for use with IMAX or a screen over two meters) with a secondary stream containing a duplicate, but separate feed set proportionately two-centimeters apart from the other feed. Then slightly zoomed out at around a 5.7% overall frame increase in size and a slight 2° shift from the vertical, counter-clockwise. Then combine the two feeds to one feed, except beforehand, polarize the frames (or frame frequencies) 90° from the other (relatively). Hand out polarized glasses--that of course have a film matched to the polarized frequency. Then increase the overall playback time, matching with the framerate speed, to give a new perceived 30 minute length (20 seconds is ridiculous).

Then some 1960's or 1970's music can be added in (the beat of the music must match the wave speed; some "human intercourse" period film pieces may have the required music) to further increase the relation of wave propagation seen in the video demonstration. This will help add to the overall immersion and enjoyment of the experience.

Then, we suggest the use of lubrication (Group 5, with a Viscosity of 800cSt is recommended) and then use some transformational waves (many options are available) at a decent amplitude and frequency. One traditional method used is caused by simple human mechanical kinetic manipulation (flexing muscle groups) in a rhythmic horizontal/vertical oppositional motion spread out over a chosen time span. Speed, duration, and intensity are decided by the user or a human/non-human counterpart. Typically, this will propagate a strand of flagellates into a D-glucose polysaccharide chains in a combined structure for simple discontinuation and cleanup; then quickly proceeding on to the web browser and watching the next "sift*".

If "flagellate" reaction is not noticed or possible for you, please follow the yellow strip on the floor. On your way out you may participate in our free clinical study looking for medical problems. You will need to put on a special garment for the study, and you will receive a complimentary lollipop! Do not be disturbed if this reaction is not noticed as it is a well known and documented myth created by the sub-species that is the focus of our demonstration video. Do not be disturbed if you think you look like as said sub-species.

Thank you for watching our dissertation on wave propagation.
We look forward to our next project on fluid dynamics!


*sift, definition below

sift (sift)
verb. sift·ed, sift·ing, sifts
v.tr.
1. To put (flour, for example) through a sieve or other straining device in order to separate the fine from the coarse particles.
2. To distinguish as if separating with a sieve: sifted the candidates for the job.
3. To apply by scattering with or as if with a sieve: sift sugar on a dessert.
4. To examine and sort carefully: sift the evidence.
v.intr.
1. To make use of a sieve.
2. To pass through or as if through a sieve: a meal that sifts easily.
3. To make a careful examination: sifted through back issues of the magazine.

sift (suhifft)
noun. sift·ed, sift·ing, sifts, spelunking
n.wtf.
1. A video on the website called "Videosift™"; sometimes amusing.
2. A video not on the website called "Videosift™", fought over in a mating like ritual to become a sift.

Geez, and all I can think to say is that is one tight ass. >> ^arvana:

The half-life of the transverse waves propagated from that slap indicate a damping factor of: FIRM.

The half-life of the transverse waves propagated from that slap indicate a damping factor of: FIRM.

>> ^deathcow:

the poof in this case looks like it would be over the second hill, and about 1 pixel in size


You've obviously never had much range time. A 5.56 or 7.62 would kick up enough dirt at that range to be seen on camera (it appears the bullet should impact about 1.5 times the distance from shooter to watermelon). A .50 would make quite a dirt cloud, even with damp earth. I'd expect the dirt mass kicked up to be at least twice the size of the watermelon.

well... in his defense, that wood seemed to be damp or something.

if you're trying to break pieces of wood with any part of your body, remember to go for the brittlest wood you can find.

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son ?
And where have you been my darling young one ?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

^if you ignore the vapid cunt she'll go away.....I KNOW!!?? Let's start the ball rolling by never posting another piece of shit news cast from FOX, or another fucking clip of Palin, ever again!!

Look, it's not about how stupid the "right" is and how enlightened the "left", its about the distraction of following the goddamn major media whatsoever-Do the world a favor, boycott media. Write affiliates and break down their character with insults. Boycott their advertisers. All the ineffectual discussions combined here on VS regarding the news media does absolutely nothing to correct the problem, to destroy the machine of disinformation the world is immersed in right now.....the current propaganda machine in the world is enough to make Joseph Goebbels' cock, rock hard.

I would like to see Rachel Maddow and Sarah Palin fisting each other on a stack of damp midgets....

In this land I can't stand or sit
and not get shit thrown up in my face
A brotha never gets his props
I'm doin bellyflops at the department of waste
And everyday I pulls a front so nobody pulls my card
I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin hard
I'm lookin behind me beside me ahead of me
There'll be no feet makin tracks here instead of me
But I can't disregard just what the news says to me
I'm twenty-one, so I've reached my life expectancy
At any minute I could be in some shit that kills my skinny ass
From motherfuckers doin the sellout strut or probably Oakland task
My relationship with OPD has been like one big diss
Long arm of the law, grips my dick so tight it's hard to even piss
So I forgot ain't even got a pot to do it in
Up at the church they're tellin me it's because I live in sin
So I grin, but nevertheless my mind won't dwell
I must be trippin cause I thought I was livin in hell
Capitalism is like a spider, the web is getting tighter
I'm struggling like a fighter, just to bust loose
It's like a noose asyphyxiation sets in
Just when I think I'm free it seems to me the spider steps in
This web is made of money made of greed made of me
Of what I have become in a parasite economy
Verse Two: E Roc
In the winter there's a splinter with the smell of the rain
And the scent of the street, but all I smell is the pain
Of a brotha who's a hustler and he's stuck to the grind
Of a sista who's a hooker gotta sell her behind
Desperation makes her brotha get a little more bold
The circumstance gets deeper when it's damp and it's cold
So I spend my time thinking bout the ultimate gank
Can I get my Coup together pull a move on the bank?
I be the picture perfect hustler for the piece of the pie
But my daddy always taught me just to reach for the sky
Now my dream and aspirations go from single to hoe
As I realize there's a million motherfuckers in the cold
No need to be told, cause when you got a million po' people
Gettin ganked, by a few that are rich and evil
But it's illegal, to wonder how they livin fat
(One two three) everybody get a gat
Verse Three: Boots
Ahhhhhh yeah!
Niggaz, thugs, dope dealers and pimps
Basketball players, rap stars, and simps
That's what little black boys... are made of
Sluts, hoes, and press the naps around your beck
Broads pop that coochie, bitches stay in check
That's what little black girls... are made of
But if we're made of that who made us
and what can we do to change us
The oppressor tries to tame us
here's a FOOT for his anus!
Well since the days when I was shittin in diapers
It was evident the President didn't like us
Assassination attempts I'd root for the snipers
My teacher told me that I didn't know what right was
Well she was wrong cause I knew what a right was
And a left and an uppercut, too
I had a hunch a sucker punch is what my people got
That's why I was constantly red, black, and blue