wtf is up with the faces she is making ?

enjoy the music non the less

My friends and I had fun in high school.

We didn't have many "Bullies" per sey, but there were a few groups of them here or there, and one friend in particular was an easy enough target because of how he looked. (He dressed in purple misfits plaid shorts, with a leather jacket, combat boots, and had a giant mohawk, etc.) and the way we diffused those situations were funny.

We were walking back to school one day from lunch, and these idiots decided they were going to throw a half eaten banana at us from their car. However, not one of them even seemed to be relatively aware of physics, so they decided to A) Speed up so it would hit with more force, then B) throw it at us AS they were passing us.
The banana missed us by 2 houses and when they confronted us at school we made fun of them so hard infront of a group of people that they just took off.

Another time (When he was alone) he was just walking the halls when their idiot ringleader was doing a science project (with a meter stick) and hitting people who passed by. He was walking up behind my friend and was winding up his swing when my friend just turned, pointed at his face (finger two inches from his nose) and just said "NO!" gave him a stupid look, and just walked away with the ringleader just standing there stupified.

My favourite (although, mean) situation though, was at an elementary school. To get to the plaza with the McD's, KFC, Tim Hortons etc. for lunch, you had to pass through an elementary school, and on the way back they were out for recess or something. So the two of us were just walking through shooting the shit with each other and minding our own business when the bell went and the kids started lining up to get back in.

One little idiot we passed by started saying "HA HA, LOOK AT THE ROOSTER! HEY EVERYBODY, LOOK AT THE STUPID ROOSTER" (because of the mohawk) I finally sanpped, dropped my backpack and started to charge towards the kid. He instantly looked absolutely terrified and raised his hand (wriggling fashion, to note that he REALLY wants attention) I came up to him, face to face, and just started giving him shit about "What gives you the right to make fun of people? He dresses the way he wants to, you dress the way you want to, keep it to yourself" etc. The teacher finally came out and said "What's going on here?" so I even told her "This kid here was making fun of my friend, I was having a discussion with him."

She actually thanked me and said "We're going to be having a discussion on this in class."

I've never wanted to get into a physical confrontation, my method of choice was to belittle the bullies. Granted, a lot of places this'll get you decked, but it worked for me as a way of non-violent confrontation.

In a perfect world, there'd be no bullies, and I'm one that advocates not using force, but there are unfortunate situations that do call for it. I feel for the big kid here, because he was put in a no-win scenario. He lets the little kid get away with it, or he gets in trouble for defending himself. I guess not everyone can be as lucky as I was.

I liked the last one... punch the rifle up into his face,


... probably fire off a few times right by your head but hey, you're a badass, you can handle it.

Straight upvote, because there's nothing like "thirty" spoken in an Irish accent.

And a *promote on top, because the Irish have a fifth problem, and it's a game breaker: they have no feasible business model.

Financed by EU subsidies, fueled by the lowest company taxes and no real regulation, they based their whole economic system on two basic pillars, the financial sector and multinational corporations. By now, we should all know the first one is worse than cancer. And the second one, Ireland as the European FOB for US corporations, allowed Google amongst all the other crooks to get away with a tax rate of 2.4%. Here's one little fact a well-ignored economist stated back in 2001(!): Irish GNP was about 80% of Irish GDP. So 20% of the cake belonged to foreign corporations. How feasible is that? Add a housing bubble that - relative to size - puts the US real estate bubble to shame and you get a glimpse of just how fucked the Irish really are.

And just a few months ago, Ireland was the fucking hero for all those mainstream economists. "Copy the Irish model", they said. And don't believe for a second that the Irish - or the Greeks, Portuguese, Spanish for that matter - can pay back their debt. No chance in hell, they are done, financially. So it's a haircut and either finally the financial unity within the EU or the whole thing blows up in our faces. We need a European tax model, so the Irish for instance can't low-ball on corporate taxes, and reasonable wages based on productivity first and foremost, so the Germans stop ruining the rest of the bloody Union. Minimum wages and minimum taxes or the game is over.

Edit: My sympathies to the Irish anyway, the proposed cuts are pointless and a social disaster. Same as in Greece, workers get dogged for what the bankers and the government fucked up. Only Iceland seems to do the right thing at this time. Put CEOs and the lot in a Eurostar and send 'em off to France, they still have some guillotines in store.

Spider's got some balls on it... Every time, it walks right up to the face of a rival, one exactly the same size as itself!

/impressed

Hahaha that is wonderful! They basically never got that take with the long shot! I don't think Gervais ever got it together, essentially every part that can make him laugh is a close-up of Stewarts face.>> ^Fletch:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IURfntimnlA>> ^Trancecoach:
Now I want to see how the scene actually played in the show.

>> ^lucky760:

Bit of trivia: In this vid he's responding to Kevin Pereira of Attack of the Show on G4.
Maybe we should add a new monocle smile emoticon to the Sift using something like:


And it pops up with his face?

Brings back that excitment as a kid of lighting fireworks and running away before they blew up in my face.
A little bit of danger makes it extra tasty

>> ^Ryjkyj:

Wow, great deconstruction there. I especially like the part where you say that listening to police radio channels is illegal for citizens, blowing whatever argument you had up in your face.
Unless of course you think that cops are breaking the law by listening because citizens can't?
C'mon, let's hear it...?


Let's take a closer look.

You will find that police only radio channels are often encrypted, because the *public* can listen to them, and *hijack* them. Which is illegal and those laws are enforced by the FCC.

The key words there are the public, which could mean anyone listening. Listening is not the illegal act. Hijacking them is, which is covered by the FCC.

Come on, trololololololol harder.

Wow, great deconstruction there. I especially like the part where you say that listening to police radio channels is illegal for citizens, blowing whatever argument you had up in your face.

Unless of course you think that cops are breaking the law by listening because citizens can't?

C'mon, let's hear it...?

That doesn't solve the problem though. If it were allowed to disperse slowly over time through normal covers you wouldn't notice. I always catch a whiff when I roll over or something and an air pocket from inside the covers shoots up into my face.

Anyone else? Am I all alone on this one?

Covering up the entire face regardless of the weather is a pointless practice based on stupid medieval ideas about chastity and temptation. It's far more likely that it's the woman's family imposing it on her rather than it being her choice. Or maybe, once she's been brainwashed enough by her upbringing the imposition is no longer necessary, which is for all intents and purposes the same thing.

However, anything that's going to prevent her from learning the language and assimilating is just going to make the problem worse, so I don't think this ban is practical at all. Would be better to ban homeschooling and ecclesiastical primary schools so that people can't be brainwashed so easily. If you grow up only ever hearing X and never hearing Y or Z you're likely to end up a dogmatic fundamentalist. Public schools always have students with a wide variety of beliefs so that's a good place for students to be. A school full of precisely like-minded students and teachers just towing the line is a terrible place for students to be.

As a card-carrying bleeding-heart Liberal, I'm gonna' have to go with "Mildly amusing satirical Halloween costume which may be construed as offensive to those with no sense of occasion, nor sense of humour whatsoever".

Next thing you know, people will get offended at Ted Danson dressing up in Black-face.

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

It's almost ten o clock see i got a ball of lifted property
so i slid my beenie hat on sloppily
and promenade out to take up a collection
i got game like i read the directions
i 'm wishing that i had an automobile
as i feel the cold wind rush past
but let me state that i am a hustler for real
so you know i got the stolen bus pass
just as the bus pulls up and i step to the rear
this ole lady look like she drank a forty of fear
i see my ole school partner said his brother got popped
pay my respects
can you ring the bell we came to my stop
the street light reflects off the piss on the ground
which reflects off the hamburger sign as it turns round
which reflects off the chrome of the bmw
which reflects off the fact that i am broke
now what the fuck is new
i need loot i sweat the motherfucka
in the tweed suit
and i'm on his ass quicker than a kick from a grease boot
eased up slow and discreet
could tell he was suspicious by the way he slid his feet
didn't wanna fuck up the come on
so i smiled with my eyes said hey how it's hanging guy
bumped into his shoulders but he passed with no reaction
damn this motherfucka had a hella of andrew jacksons
i'm a thief or pickpocket give a fuck what you call it
used to call em fat cats.
i just call them wallets getting federal aint just a klepto
master card or visa i'd gladly accept those
sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it
got a mirror in my pocket but that wont stop no bullets
story just begun but you already know
aint no need to get down shit i'm already low

My footsteps echo in the darkness
my teeth clenched tight like a fist in the cold sharp mist
i look down and i hear my somach growling
step to burger king to attack it like a shaolin
i never pay for shit that i can get by doing dirt
link up to the girl cashier and start to flirt
all up in her face and her breath was like murder
damn the shit i do for a free hamburger
(girl )"well you got my number you gonna call me tonite"
it depends is them burgers attached to a price
"sorry sorry"
im just kidding i'ma call you write you love letters
"it's all good"
thanks for the burgers emm hook me up with a dr pepper.
(girl)thats cool you want some ice
yeah and some fries will be hella nice
(girl) damn my managers coming play it off okay have a nice day
im up outta here anyway
i use peoples before they use me
cos you could get got by an uzi over an oz
thats what an og told me
gots to find someplace warm and cozy to eat the vittles that i just got
came to an underground parking lot
this place is good as any fuck its all good
walked in found a car hopped itself up on a hood
ate my burger threw back my cola
somebody said hey it was a rented pig i thought it was a roller
"want me to call the cops?"
i dont want them to see me
looked down and saw that i was sitting on a lamboughini
it was rollses ferraris and jags by the dozen
a building door opened
damn it was my cousin
getting offa work dressed up no lie
tux cummerband and a blackbow tie
i was like hey
"who is it"
me
"oh whats up man i just quit this company
they hella racist and the pay was too low "
i said arite what was up in there though
"a party with rich motherfuckas i dont know the situation
i know they got cabbage owning corporations
ibm chryslers and shit is what they seeing"
just then a light bulb went off in my head
they be thinking all black folks is resembling
gimme your tux and i'll do some pocket swindling
fit the change in the bathroom and i freeze off my nuts
lets take a short break
while i get into this tux
grunt zipp
alright i'm ready

Fresh dressed like a million bucks
i be the flyiest muthafucka in an afro and a tux
my arm is at a right angle up silver tray in my hand
may i interest you in some caviar mam
my eyes shoots round the room there and here
noticing the diamonds in the chandelier
background barry manilow copacobana
and a strong ass scent of stoagies from havana
what no place where a brother might been
snobby ole ladies drinking champagne with rich white men
allrite then lets begin this
nights like this is good for business
five minutes in the mix noticed several diffrent cliques
talking giggling and shit
well one mother fucka gave me twits
and everbody else jacking it throttling
found out later you know coca cola bottling
talking to a black man who he's confused
we looking hella bourgie
ass all tight and seditty
recognzed him as the mayor of my city
who treats young black man like frank nitty
mr coke said to mr mayor "you know we got a process like ice t's hair
we put up the fund for your election campaign
and oh um waiter can you bring the champagne"
a real estate fronts as opportunities arousing
to make some condos out of low income housing
immediately we need some media heat
to say that gangs run the street and then we bring in the police fleet
harrasing me everbody till they look inebriated
when we bought the land motherfuckas will appreciate it
dont worry about the urban league or jesse jackson
my man that owns marlboros
donated a fat sum
thats when i step back some to contemplate what few know
sat down wrestle with my thoughts like a sumo
aint no one player that could beat this lunancy
aint no hustler on the street could do a whole community
this is how deep shit can get
it reads macaroni on my birth certificate
poontang is my middle name but i cant hang
i'm getting hustled
only knowing half the game
shit how the fuck do i get out of this place.