>> ^EMPIRE:

Wait... the building that collapsed after a plane crashed into it, and had an inferno raging for almost 2 hours, had some molten metal dripping out?? WHY I NEVER....


Not quite. Most of the fire was smoldering and oxygen deprived with dark smoke, not quite an raging inferno. And WTC2 only stood for 56 minutes after being hit. At 9:03am, it was hit; at 9:59am, you can see hundreds of thousand tons of concrete and steel beams being thrown like confetti several hundred meters to the sides and up in an arch - as the tower is being pulverized.

I'm heading over to finish the PM conversation that you and I have already started, gwiz.

But I do want to say publicly -- you are not the arbitrator of all Perfect Actions on the Sift. I am my own person, and I can react and comment and do anything I damn well please, within the written guidelines of the Sift and using my own personal interior compass.

As do you, my friend. You do what you please.

Please accord me the same respect that you demand for yourself.

Right? Isn't it about freedom here? No censorship?

Congratulations on your wedding. I hope that there was much kissing, and confetti, and funky/pretty/stylish wedding outfits and of course GREAT HAIR.


>> ^gwiz665:

Or hell, just grab me by the collar in a PM and say what's on your mind.

It's also how to make sparkly confetti.

Two. Two. TWO JOBS IN ONE.

Upvote for ejaculating confetti!

I worked in the building that this was filmed from for about 18 months. We had an ongoing pool called "The Truck Game" where you put money on days of each month, and you'd win the pool if a truck collided with the bridge on that day.

I won once (like 48 bucks.)

The best collision ever was when a Dollar Tree truck (an 18-wheeler) sliced the roof off its trailor, spraying dollar-tree crap all over the place. Either that, or when a shredding company truck smashed into it, making instant confetti.

That was the best part of that shitty job.

Haha very true! But I dunno, can you blame 'em? It kinda is what he campaigned on.

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My point was that it's not like it makes up for Obama's appauling Presidency to date. He's not been progressive at all, delivering more for the right-wing and his corporate sponsors than I think anyone predicted he would.

Which isn't entirely surprising given that just about everybody was expecting/hoping for ponies, unicorns, world-peace and lots of confetti.

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My point was that it's not like it makes up for Obama's appauling Presidency to date. He's not been progressive at all, delivering more for the right-wing and his corporate sponsors than I think anyone predicted he would.

Which isn't entirely surprising given that just about everybody was expecting/hoping for ponies, unicorns, world-peace and lots of confetti.

Seriously though, who keeps a bowl of confetti on their coffee table?

Maybe if it was some chips and salsa I could've suspended my disbelief.

Who gets laid the chicken or the egg?
How about the MC that has just been led
To a renegade teacher preacher then he got stomped
Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx
Productions better known as Boogie Down
If I was a king right now I'd get crowned
The Nice is a teacher not a prince or a rap lord
I even write my rhymes on a blackboard
To get specific, and probably make you understand
What makes the 808 plan
It's simple, I'm a round it off like this
That's how many stupid MC's I've dissed
But if the commence to try me I won't buy it
I'll look them up and down and I'll say "Don't even try it"
Cause I can go on and on without breathing
The TR, another form of BDP-eating
MC's like Chunky, moving real bluntly
Shaking and baking MC's like a junky
Fiending, hitting MC's like they was cocaine
Calling them John Doe, meaning they have no name
I'll spin you like a quarter, drink you like water
Hit below the belt with things you never thought of
I lay down the law that I am a slaughter
I roll like a tital wave, so you oughta
Float like a sailboat, move like a speedboat
In water, now watch you soak
Into a rhyme of mine until you hit the bottom
It's heavy like an anchor, it's no problem
For me to just bake you, eat you like a cookie
I am a profressional, boy, you're just a rookie
I'm here to sing a song, but some are not able
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

In my prime, more vocal than I've ever been
I'm not an amateur, sort of like a veteran
Split from the bums, arriving from a long trip
Now I'm back to just cold rip
MC's like confetti, eat 'em like spaghetti
I chill for a year and yet I'm still ready
To house MC's, sink 'em like a boat will
I roll heavy, thick like oatmeal
So now you know the 808 is showing
I do damage in just one moment
Here's a little message to those who want to hang out
Just remember that I give pain out
The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer
Never hiding, clever always memorizing
Poetry, history, math, or even paragraphs
I'm not into b-boying, just hoeing
Showing, blowing MC's like the wind does
I might lay you, sort of like a hen does
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Compared to me you're just crumbs on the table

You must think, before you even get soup
I'll put you on the corner and sell you like a prostitute
Like a street whore, make you want more and more
Move you to the side, up and down like a seesaw
Pulling out a gun is uncalled for
But I'm with it, so go for yours
You may even try to diss, but I call it flattery
I pack more volts than a Duracell battery
Charging MC's, smooth like the breeze
Scott made me funky, yo, that was one theme
Or topic, showing I be rocking
Every little city I play I leave a heat wave
Burning up the industry, never try to get with me
I'm the type of person that never needs rehearsing
Just a little sex, a six pack of Beck's
And my room to move about, and a Guiness Stout
To make me feel able, chilling, and stable
Sometimes I'm on the mic, sometimes I'm on the turntable
I'm superb, sort of like herb
A man of my word and I've never been served

I learn something new every day. While I was aware clowns piss confetti, I was unaware they shit evil...

I wonder if he was worried about getting confetti in his mouth.

1. I dated Joe DiMaggios grand niece in high school

2. I have ben on a plane when it was struck by lightning

3. I shook Bill Clintons hand when he was president

4. I smuggled a machete onto a commercial flight as a kid

5. I did not get my drivers license until the age of 28

6. I have a ten inch scar on my belly from having my spleen removed

7. I had no idea how long the scar was until I measured it for this post

8. I went on a pilgrimage to Kurt Cobains house in Seattle a few months after his death

9. I once went to a school protest dressed as Frank N. Furter

10. I have climbed Mt. Warning for sunset on three different occasions

11. I have touched a dead person

12. I once threw confetti in Dieter Bohlens face at a party

13. I once jumped out of a cab because I couldn´t pay the fare

14. I had a backstage pass for a Michael Jackson concert, but was too young to know what it meant

15. I clung to a fence for three hours in the pouring rain at the same Michael Jackson concert so I could see better

16. I once applied for a boy band, but the application was returned unopened because of insufficient postage

17. I can´t sing

18. I can juggle

19. I design my own t-shirts

20. My mom drove me 400 miles to see Bruce Springsteen, interrupting my summer camp stay

21. My mom and I jumped a fence in 1987 to go see David Bowie at an open air concert in Hamburg

22. I have a cool mom

23. I skipped school once to go to a Garth Brooks concert in Frankfurt dressed as a cowboy

24. I don´t have a middle name

25. I registered an email account for my son on the day of his birth

26. I never know when to stop

Edit: Just thought another thing that really belong in this list (Just tells you 26. is really true!):

27. During my lifetime I have found three messages in a bottle.

What's with all the streamers coming out? Did they hollow the boards out and stuff confetti in them?

*confetti