juses christ why is the woman such a fucking flannel ?



"what food can you get the the flavor of the art , food animal eat , the science blahblah"

juses christ wish people could reach through screen and punch her.

I was looking forwards to a nice video about cheese , cheese is amazing and it dosent need some retarded shit head to talk shit about it to make it amazing it just is on its own , stick to the facts you dumb bitch.


Watched the rest of the video and its pritty good just want to kill the bitch at the start.

sum-one that thinks its important to keep announcing that something is art over and over is normaly a fucking moron.

allso if you are exspermenting and trying different things out and making adjustments based on your finding then thats really a scientific process of elimination.

flannel ftw

Sad day when a man who bashed homosexuals for being gay is himself bashed for gay tendencies... (Can someone flamboyantly say, "Sarcasm!")

Reminds me of that kid rock song about "starting an escort service for all the wrong reasons, get a flannel sweater for all the four seasons..."

Seriously though, he needs slapped on his cheek... and not his but-cheeks by some escort boy...

IT'S DECORATIVE
GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
BY COLIN NISSAN

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I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff'rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2009/10/20nissan.html

Haha, thanks! And good luck with the beard. Flannel and beards do indeed go well together.

I am working on one right now. Feel the urge to buy more flannel.

Anyhoo... *quality

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A cholo is term implying a Hispanic male that typically dresses in chinos (khahki pants), a wifebeater sleeveless teeshirt or a flannel shirt with only the top buttoned, a hairnet, or with a bandana around the forehead, usually halfway down over the eyes. Cholos often have black ink tattoos, commonly involving Catholic imagery, or calligraphy messages or family names.

Cholos often drive low riders.

A farcical example of a cholo from the movies is Cheech, from Cheech and Chong.

At least his use of the term was accurate.. so is calling a white southerner a 'redneck' racist?

>> ^xxovercastxx:
Nobody looks anything like I imagined; except for youdiejoe, of course, but he's got his face in his avatar.
Always visualized Issy as latina because of the name, Isobel, even though I know that's the cat's name and not hers.
Lucky was always older in my mind and blankfist was younger.
I might even be tempted to attend a NYC gathering even though I hate all of you. (I kid, of course)

YouDieJoe and DarkRowan looked to me like they looked in Nov 2007.

I always imagined IssyKitty to be Korean because she submits "how to cook Korean food" instructional videos.

I always picture lucky760 as being taller and more muscular.

I'd always thought volumptuous was an overweight woman.

I've seen pics of blankfist (in wanted photos at the post office), so he and hbleusea looked as advertised.

DFT was the biggest unknown to me. Knowing he is a musician, I guess I figured he'd have long hair, a 5 o'clock shadow, and wear an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a black rock & roll t-shirt underneath and torn up jeans and a pair of black Converse low-tops.

I remember jumping to this at the Portland/OR under age club Quest in 1993 wearing a flannel shirt... Good thing nobody dragged digital cameras or cellphones around back then!

I think he meant to say it wasn't a repost (even though one might be confused by the milspec monkey logo and the flannel shirt into thinking it was).

Upvote for Frank Black wearing a trendy 1990s flannel.

I love the people that talk into a bluetooth headset....while holding their cellphone in their hand, like right by their ear. I work in a grocery store and I see that all the time. Haha, and the other day at work, I swear every fat guy in overalls and a flannel shirt that came in (and there were plenty of them) had one on.

Haha! Great face paint and facial expressions. The red-eye gives it that extra oomph.

Two buckets! Typical boy. Probably turned his hat around and dropped his flannel for a second visit to each house with his backup bucket.

Personally SnareMop: I find the complete editing of any post as a little dodgy (I even strike-out my non-grammar/typo edits to comments)... But re-writing a whole Sift Talk post to a question which was answered already (Christmas decorations) - seems un-nerving and confusing for anyone reading the comments above.

For any of those confused Sifters, here's the original Sift Talk posted:

My Day! (ooo so exciting!)

posted by snaremop [14 Published Videos] 7 hours 54 minutes ago

As usual, today started off at 5:56 in the morning. I ate some Honey Nut Cheerios, got dressed in my shite school uniform, and went off to school. First period is History, where absolutely nothing happened, except we watched a boring Discovery Channel movie about China. And we had to take notes. Then came science, where we began dissecting an owl pellet. I found it quite amusing how everyone thought it was owl shit. Next was recess, where I ate some granola type energy bar. I don't know. It was called Nature's Valley. Then came orchestra, where we practiced our asses off for our concert (which, as I'm writing this, starts in about an hour and a half). After orchestra is English, which is fairly boring, and I might have died if I did not sit next to interesting people. We corrected Vocabulary and did some practice worksheet. I did unusually bad on the vocabulary: 62 out of 66. Ha, I'm so modest. After English is P.E., where I ran a mile in 7:03 (well, it's a little more than a mile. Plus I'm the best boy runner in my class). After P.E. is lunch, which is a blur. It was very sunny; all I remember is my peanut butter sandwich. Our twenty five minute lunch is followed by Algebra, which is always boring but I am good at it. We are learning about graphs, slope, etc. It's my second year doing algebra: I failed the final in 6th grade. Finally, after ALgebra is Leadership, perhaps the most boring class of the day. We got our school email addresses, which consist of a line of cryptic letters and numbers, which are extremely hard to memorize. The day ended at 2 o clock, when I went to buy some clothes (a flannel shirt and polo) and then went to orthodontist to get my mouth of metal adjusted. I was pleased to hear I only have four more months of braces ! Finally I came home, did my algebra homework, and I am now typing this. Hope you enjoyed my blog? Ok, I guess it's a blog. Snaremop, out.

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This movie had a profound effect on me as an early teen. I think it made me start wearing flannel shirts and holey jeans.

Won't you, come see about me. I'll be alone - dancing, you know it baby. Tell me your troubles and doubts ...