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God damnit Chug.

Payback says...

I've always found it funny that vegans never figured out that attacking people for their behaviour and/or beliefs will usually cause the victim to become more adamant. Like, I can almost agree with them, but being onside with arrogant, narcissistic blowhards makes me physically nauseous.

newtboy said:

I'll hazard a guess based on your comments that you're vegan. Please don't be a stereotype and food shame non vegans, especially if you're going to be fast and loose with facts to do it.

What Happens When You Try to File a Complaint Against a Cop

TheFreak says...

Redacted. Telling that story left me feeling nauseous.

Summary: All cops suck. They're either violent animals or covering for violent animals. That makes them all criminals.

newtboy said:

I was 18, barely supporting myself working at dominoes pizza. I felt sure I couldn't get a lawyer to talk to me without a video and hospital record, much less do something. I didn't have serious injuries, just some scrapes and dirty clothes, and a well earned lifelong distrust of cops.

Tom Cruise Hates Motion Smoothing

jimnms says...

I should watch it as the film makers intended. Do film makers intend to make me sick? I literally feel nauseous when watch movies on a big screen in the theater at 24fps. It's not as bad on TV's though. It's one of the reasons I don't go to theaters.

RC Wall of Death

What happens when you're drunk AND stoned at the same time?

eric3579 says...

Nothing good comes with this drug combo.

(edit) let me clarify. I'm not referring to health in any way. I'm talking about getting high.
My experience is spinning,nauseous and inability to see straight or walk. Pretty much every time i did so. I'd recommend sticking to one or the other.

My Drug Dealer Was A Doctor - Macklemore

eric3579 says...

They said it wasn't a gateway drug
My homie was takin' subs and he ain't wake up
The whole while, these billionaires, they kicked up
Paying out congress so we take their drugs
Murderers who will never face the judge
And we dancin' to a song about our face goin' numb
But I seen homies turn grey, noses draining blood
I could've been gone, off 30's, faded in that tub
That's Prince, Michael and Whitney, that's Amy, Ledger and Pimp C
That's Yams, that's DJ A.M
God damn they're making a killing
Now it's getting attention cause Sara, Katey and Billy
But this shit's been going on from Seattle out to South Philly
It just moved out about the city
And spread out to the 'burbs
Now it's everybody's problem, got a nation on the verge
Take Activis off the market, jack the price up on the syrup
But Purdue Pharma's 'bout to move that work

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he trying to kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar

And these devils they keep on talkin' to me
They screamin', "Open the bottle," I wanna be at peace
My hand is gripping that throttle, I'm running out of speed
Try to close my eyes but I keep sweatin' through these sheets, through these sheets
Four horseman, they won't let me forget
I wanna forge a prescription, 'cause, doctor, I need some more of it
When Morphine and heroin is more your budget
I said I'd never use a needle, but sure, fuck it
I'm caught up, I'm on one, I'm nauseous
No options, exhausted
This is not what I started
Walkin' carcass, I lost everything I wanted
My blinds drawn, too gone to leave this apartment

My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
He said that he would heal me, heal me
But he only gave me problems, problems
My drug dealer was a doctor, doctor
Had the plug from Big Pharma, Pharma
I think he trying to kill me, kill me
He tried to kill me for a dollar, dollar

More, more, more
Re-up, re-up

Death certificate signed the prenup
Ain't no coming back from this percocet
Actavis, ambien, adderral, xanax binge
Best friends with the thing that's killing me
Enemies with my best friend, there's no healing me
Refilling these, refilling these
They say it's death, death
Institutions and DOC's
So God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change
Courage to change the things I can
And the wisdom to know the difference
And the wisdom to know the difference

Bernie Sanders Explains His Reluctance To Endorse Hillary

Dermatologist trades pimple popping work for video rights

JiggaJonson says...

I used to become physically ill because my wife likes watching these for some reason, and I'd pass through the room, look, and become nauseous.

I think it was the idea that the puss oozing out of these holes is reminiscent of insects. Once I reminded myself that it wasn't a worm being unburrowed, it got easier.

It's still not my go-to for entertainment, but it's tolerable now. It's also admirable that this Dr. realizes the stigma associated with conditions like this and is helping to change that & help people to take care of their skin free of charge.

What happens if you push someone wearing Oculus Rift?

budzos says...

This is a bit of an overblown reaction but yes the Oculus is great. Too bad I can't even think about putting mine on anymore without getting a bit nauseous. I will want the consumer version though.. apparently the nausea will be much less of a problem.

Brian Williams Raps Rapper's Delight

newtboy says...

Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
The macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed,
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says "Man, there's plenty of food"
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say "That's it, I gotta leave this place
I don't care what these people think,
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door while it's still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, "I understand about the food,
Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"

Walking With High Heels Is An Artform

Deano (Member Profile)

bareboards2 says...

It is the infantilizing of the woman that bothers me. The guy doesn't sound like a college cheerleader, with coy body language.

I actually get a bit nauseous when women do this, fakily. When it is genuine, at least if I perceive it to be genuine, I have no problem. It is the playing into that saccharine stereotype that gags me.




In reply to this comment by Deano:
>> ^bareboards2:

Is anybody else annoyed by the fake enthusiasm and "cutesy" of the woman?


That's the contrived bit. Contrived enthusiasm and energy, very common in these sorts of shows particularly when they have multiple presenters each of which need to have a "personality". I blame Top Gear :

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Otherside remix feat. Fences

eric3579 says...

He rolled up, asked him what he was sippin’ on
He said lean, You want to hit it, dawg?
That’s the same stuff
Weezy’s sippin’ huh?
And tons of other rappers that be spittin’ hard
Yup yup five a bone
When he passed him that styrofoam the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sittin’ in the Lincoln thinkin’ he was pimpin’ as he listen to the system
Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box, let the base bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin’
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin’
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid affix and it comes with a cost
wake up, cold sweat, scratchin’, itchin’
trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
headed towards the bottom couldn’t get off it
Didn’t even think he had a problem
Though he couldn’t sleep without gettin’ nauseous
Room spinnin’, thinkin’ he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup
His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutchin’ that cup
girlfriend came and a couple hours later said his name shook him but he never got up
He never got up, he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinkin’ that it won’t be us
It won’t be us, it won’t be us, it won’t be us
Nah, it won’t be us

Now he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin, pack being pushed, harassed by the feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this talkin’ about some shit they haven’t lived
Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box, declined record sales
Follow the formula violence, drugs, and, sex sells
So we try to sound like someone else
This is not Californication
There’s no way to glorify this pavement
Syrup, percocet, and an eighth a day will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant
Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It’s not conducive to being creative
And I know ’cause he’s my favorite
And I know ’cause I was off that same mix
Rationalize the shit that I’d try after I listen to dedication
But he’s an alien, I’d sip that shit, pass out or play Playstation
Months later I’m in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And trust me it’s not dope to be 25 and move back to your parent’s basement
I’ve seen my people’s dreams die
I’ve seen what they can be denied
And “weeds not a drug” – that’s denial
Groundhog Day life repeat each time
I’ve seen oxy cotton take three lives
I grew up with them, we used to chief dimes
I’ve seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheatin’ and lyin’
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealin’ and takin’ anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer’s supplying
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinkin’ I would never do that, not that drug
and growing up nobody ever does
Until your stuck, lookin’ in the mirror like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was goin’ to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz
Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood here we come

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Beyoncé's Letter to First Lady Michelle Obama

chingalera says...

Kinna fallin' flat in the "feel good" category for m'sself-Call me cynic-expatriate material....

Beyonce Knowles writing Michelle Obama in an election (contrived illusory exercise designed to make people "feel" like they have anything whatsoever to do with who remains or becomes President) year with some internet message about how nice and kind and friendly and caring and loving and , "BBBLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGPH!!!" etc. etc., AD-nauseous...

R&B Pop diva appealing to the feel-good vote directed at minorities with obvious targeted block in mind. Sorry, alll appears scripted and insincere, and the added touch of glorifying poor grammar rendering the coming newsspeak a reality????.... Not looking forward to certain aspects of our retarded *DDD culture in the U.S.
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