Thanks, schmawy! You'll definitely be one of the filthy humans I spare when I instigate the chimp uprising.

In reply to this comment by schmawy:
*promote. Congratulations on the two-fitty, Sarzo the magnificent!

Think the Lyrics might be in order, whilst ya listen', very funny-
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Barely runnin and rippin, but still I'm flippin on Vogues
Hoes be trippin on Devin, Devin don't be trippin on hoes
They be talking bout oh would you look at that nigga
With no inspection sticker
Drankin liquor
Smokin swisha
And I go about 47 in a 55
Fuel injected, niggas be honkin but fuck it my shit is fine
I've payed for it about 9 times, different mechanics
Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it
I need some shocks on the back, I need some works on the brakes
My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise
I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and things
I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things
Like my electrical rear view mirror don't move like it 'posed ta
Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer
I'm satisfied with my ride I don't ask much
But people talk and they diss, they heckle it loud
But

[Chorus]
I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack
I get where I'm goin, two quarts of oil will get me back
I got a brand new radiator
Rebuilt alternator
Detatchable tape player
But I gotta fix the fader
So I can have some music on the 6-10 loop
Maybe fit in with the L-Dogs, sedans, and coupes
Need to watch out for them laws cuz you know they gon watch ya
With their radar gun, look like they shootin as they clock ya
And the whole force know me
For years they been scopin
They walk up to my car and be like "hello Mr Copeland"
"Gimme some of that weed you got" sometimes they don't ask for it
They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard
And that really blows my high but hell I gotta keep pushin
Before I go home with the nut off of my seat cushion
I went looking for a trade-in but they called my shit a bucket
Got back in that hoe, and cranked it up and said fuck it

[Chorus]

I got my hudcaps shinin
(I'm) in that bitch reclining
The engine shakes a little cuz I gotta change the timin
And if you see me walkin (I'm) givin it a rest
She needs some new shoes, and getting fitted for a dress
You know I love my baby hell I call my baby Pearly
She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early
Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock
Had to pick up a bitch who wanted to give me the cock
I got over there real cool and picked her up all good
But half way to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood
Me and the bitch had to push and she didn't even get mad at me
Figured out the problem made her go steal me a battery
Not lavishly

Chorus X2

mAYBE THE LYRICS WILL READ BETTER THAN THE SONG PLAYED OUT FOR YA THE 1ST TIME....DEVIN tHE dUDE IS ONE OF THE CHARMING, FUNNY RAPPERS
Barely runnin and rippin, but still I'm flippin on Vogues
Hoes be trippin on Devin, Devin don't be trippin on hoes
They be talking bout oh would you look at that nigga
With no inspection sticker
Drankin liquor
Smokin swisha
And I go about 47 in a 55
Fuel injected, niggas be honkin but fuck it my shit is fine
I've payed for it about 9 times, different mechanics
Too much of a job, some say they just couldn't handle it
I need some shocks on the back, I need some works on the brakes
My passenger side window sometimes it just don't wanna raise
I hear bumps and crunks, pings and ticks and things
I got a hole in my muffler and other minor things
Like my electrical rear view mirror don't move like it 'posed ta
Even the objects in that mothafucka need to be closer
I'm satisfied with my ride I don't ask much
But people talk and they diss, they heckle it loud
But

[Chorus]
I'm rollin
Car not stolen
Probably never will be it's much to old and
Smokin weed and feelin fine
In my Lacville 79
I'm rollin
Gas runnin low
But I try to keep it white and Vogue's like foldin
Hopin freaks will get inside of my Lacville 79

I got my toolbox, got my booster cables, and jack
I get where I'm goin, two quarts of oil will get me back
I got a brand new radiator
Rebuilt alternator
Detatchable tape player
But I gotta fix the fader
So I can have some music on the 6-10 loop
Maybe fit in with the L-Dogs, sedans, and coupes
Need to watch out for them laws cuz you know they gon watch ya
With their radar gun, look like they shootin as they clock ya
And the whole force know me
For years they been scopin
They walk up to my car and be like "hello Mr Copeland"
"Gimme some of that weed you got" sometimes they don't ask for it
They know where I keep it, they reach right under my dashboard
And that really blows my high but hell I gotta keep pushin
Before I go home with the nut off of my seat cushion
I went looking for a trade-in but they called my shit a bucket
Got back in that hoe, and cranked it up and said fuck it

[Chorus]

I got my hudcaps shinin
(I'm) in that bitch reclining
The engine shakes a little cuz I gotta change the timin
And if you see me walkin (I'm) givin it a rest
She needs some new shoes, and getting fitted for a dress
You know I love my baby hell I call my baby Pearly
She got mad at me this morning, woke her up too early
Just to go across town over on Chimney Rock
Had to pick up a bitch who wanted to give me the cock
I got over there real cool and picked her up all good
But half way to the hotel smoke start coming up from the hood
Me and the bitch had to push and she didn't even get mad at me
Figured out the problem made her go steal me a battery
Not lavishly

Chorus X2
In reply to this comment by MINK:
upvote mainly for the credits at the beginning, especially the director's name.

Google came up with this patent for it:

"An array of parallel pipes, each having ports through which jet-like air streams exit, are arranged so that a peripherally directed air curtain is formed. The posts are shielded at both ends, and one end is provided with a chimney along a central axis of the air by which air or fluid is removed. By giving the air curtain a centrifugal force, a negative pressure is produced along a central core, and a spiral flow is produced, creating an artificial tornado."

I am also guessing they have an outlet for the fog in the ground and the lights up top added for making it more visible.

They have a small one at Universum Science Center in Bremen (site in german only, sorry) which is very cool because you can run your hand through it and interrupt the flow to see it forming from scratch again.

Regarding function of the clit, the late 19th century religious nuts that were circumcising boys in England were also dissolving the clitoris in new born baby girls with acid (concentrated citric I think). They eventually stopped this practice concluding that women must enjoy sex a little or they wont have any, thus there wouldnt be enough poor people to go down mines, into factories, up chimneys etc. I thought there was no debate about its function, guess I was wrong.

The guy with the elephant ears, flys in low to drop the babies down chimneys karaidl, but for your mom's delivery, they sent in one of those Sikorsky CH54A's.

"First, importantly, science is not about disproving God. That is not its focus."

That was my point.

"Comparing God and Santa is really a false analogy."

I wasn't really trying to equate them, but in the eyes of an atheist, they are equally unlikely. I used Santa simply as an example that science can't disprove the existence of any deity or mythological figure. You can add Zeus, pixies, unicorns, Martians, and a million other things to that list. If you can imagine it, science probably can't disprove it. You say that Santa can be easily disproved. You wouldn't say that had you my parents as a young child. They had an answer for everything. Explanations for how he could get to so many houses in one night, how he got up and down the chimney without getting stuck, how he could be at two different malls at the same time, where all those elves came from, how he knew if I was bad or good (I suspected my parents were ratting me out), and how he got so many toys into one single sleigh. You see, Santa can never be disproved to those who truly believe in him because there will always be some mysterious and magical explanation for anything science could throw at it. You just need use your imagination. God is no different. That's why I didn't want to get into a debate about this with someone who is true believer. No matter what logical pitfall I could possibly construct to entrap said true believer, no matter how well-thought and reasonable, "faith" will always lift him out of whatever corner he may temporarily find himself backed into.

I've heard theists argue that science can't disprove god, as if that "fact" reinforces their belief in his existence. Science can't disprove the existence of something that doesn't exist any more than I could to a true believer. That's not what science is. And that's not what science tries to do.

FYI, the reason you don't use elevators in a fire is because of the chimney effect, plus during a fire, too many asshats would stand there waiting for an elevator to come, and if one did, they would all pile in as if their lives depended on it.. Then you would be in one stuck elevator in the middle of a burning building.

yes. the explosion shockwave is seen nearly immediately (the ripple like effect over the surface and the dust shaken up). The explosion causes the formation of a cavity void with a puddle of liquid/molten radioactive glass made of former solid rock at the bomb depth then the ceiling of the cavity collapses and forms a 'chimney' which continues a succesive collapse right up to the surface. here's a diagram.

I've translated part of the lyrics. The solo is sung in Russian.

/Fiery dawns awake me from my sleep/Factories-colored mornings,/The smoke from their chimneys./

/Song is everywhere/The young workers,
/The mornings of steel/I rush to the factory./

My comrades/ young and gay/ they all ride bicycles/proud as they can be/ My comrades and I/proud and gay/ will win new victories./

Once upon a time, late night talk shows were 90 minutes long, everyone smoked like chimneys, and many of the guests could actually tell an interesting story.

Letterman'a show is 60 minutes long, there are no cigarettes visible, but he did have the good taste to invite O'Toole last week and give him time to tell one of his stories.

oh choggie, how did you know, Plastic factory is a personal fav,

'Phosphrous chimney burnin modern men's a learnin time and space a turnin motor's engine churnin'

LOL, industrial chimney sweep.

*geek for the belt!