The funniest part is that youtube just kept popping me some ads for tasers.
It seemed oddly appropriate.

wow, two for one on the front page today?

Woohoo! Hey that's my street! And it's only 4-500 feet long.
We can see my balcony, it's the blood red one.

Lies! And old ones at that.

Video duration seems somehow appropriate.

ugh, acid flashbacks.

One last problem to fix: nutgrinding.

his eyes totally said "Ok calm down, Bill, don't you start ad-libbing shit so close to the date, fool".

True, braindonut, you want to hear about a subject skillfully deconstructed and explained by a genuine expert in the field, watch foreign television.

hah! not by a loooooong shot, I've seen phosphorescent mushrooms in the woods at night. We were celebrating the summer solstice at the time, so I was a little high, and that definitively made my night.

What bothers me is that the father never looks back at his kid to see if he's OK, he just jumped at a callous occasion to hit someone.

I love this video for bitch-slapping people into questioning what they really believe, and make them feeling cheap in their dogmatic smugness.

What I like less is the rampant inaccuracy and desire to overwhelm with lots of busted truths.
Instead of trying to obsess over repeated patterns, with dubious arguments, one should wonder about the 'workings' of our newly acquired cortex and its vigorous attempts to see patterns everywhere.

That cop should never be allowed near a gun, ever again.

Nice choice of color for little Darth Ling twin dil.. saber of death.

Quite a few enjoyable moves in there, except I dunno about sticking lightsabers in the ground.

This has actually happened to me at a younger age.
Although a memorable event, I remember no sparks.

/just a peaceful piss interrupted by a kick in the nads.