>> ^ForgedReality:

This is sad. Seriously. I mean, he probably knows the other squirrel is dead, but he's still holding onto hope.
I keep imagining the fighting squirrel as a male, and the dead one is his mate. He's sad to see her laying there, and he won't have those crows picking her apart. He misses her, but he doesn't know what to do.
Crows are jerkfaces.


To be honest, I doubt that the squirrel is cognisant enough for that. It seems far more likely to be a reaction to hormones or scent coming from the dead skwerl. Still, something pretty strange is going on here. Crows are seriously nasty.

I agree, or possibly a roadkill squirrel would have lots of scents and fluids emanating which would make other squirrels go sort of nutty.

>> ^sillma:

not that sad if you ask me. And he wasn't protecting the corpse, he wanted the meal for himself.

its funny how they say that in ten years you might have a robotic house maid ( bullshit imho).

WE would have to design homes differently in regards to having such a personal army of robotic doppelgangers doing your bidding letting you sit and get even more fat. Sure they have that Toyota or Honda robot that can walk; but in ten years do people honestly believe there will be a scenario where a robot will walk up/down stairs, fold the laundry vacuum with its feet while doing so and laying a scent trail or freshly baked bread ?



I THINK NOT.

catnip-scented aftershave.

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.

>> ^dystopianfuturetoday:
^
Really? I love end-stage cancer smell, in fact I have an end-stage cancer scented air freshener hanging from my rear view mirror as we speak.


Ha ha, but no. If you've ever been in the same room with someone dying from it, it's bad. It permeates the skin; it's almost like a force, sucking the life from the room. Bad stuff.

^
Really? I love end-stage cancer smell, in fact I have an end-stage cancer scented air freshener hanging from my rear view mirror as we speak.

It's an acquired scent, but definitely tastes much differently than it smells and does taste pretty delectable. Shakes are pretty tasty but nothing beats the raw fruit. (Just don't overindulge; it's very high in fat.)

I think there's just a gene in some people that smell and taste it worse (sort of how the smell of asparagus pee cannot be detected by people missing a certain gene). It's pretty unbelievable that Andrew Zimmern of the show Bizarre Foods on Travel Channel, who has eaten every strange and disgusting thing on earth, cannot stomach the taste of durian.

I put off watching this because I disagreed with the title, and now that I watch it, I know I was right.

He's right to a point. The thing of just blasting yourself all over with heavily scented stuff and reeking of it... is bad. I don't want to be confronted with a wall of manufactured scent when I walk into a train.

BUT.

I also don't want to walk into a train and be confronted by a wall of sweat stench. I don't give a f*ck about pheromones, I'm not in heat, so I don't particularly want to be smelling the BO of everyone on a train. And let me tell you... people DO stink after a portion of a day here in Australia on a hot day.

I stink after only some of a day if it's hot... and I don't want to impose my 'natural' self on others because I think they want to smell my pheromones.

Having nothing on you but your own smell after you're clean and at home with your loved one is great. Not wearing much is great.

But forcing others to smell your BO because you think it's more natural... sorry, that's just rude.

>> ^potchi79:
>> ^entr0py:
I can't help but be reminded of the recent Supreme Court ruling that convicts do not have the constitutional right to request DNA tests on preserved biological evidence. It seems that protecting judges and prosecutors from embarrassment is more impotent then sorting out the innocent from the guilty.
http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSTRE55H4BD20090618

What the.. unfucking believable. This is sad.


What's sad is that we borrow and spend so much god damned money on unconstitutional shit that they can use the excuse "it will cost too much" and not get completely laughed out of town. A solid justice system is one of the few, undeniable, constitutional activities for which the Federal government needs funding, and we've pissed it all away on useless wars, bureaucracies, and welfare ponzi schemes.

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"8 days after the murder and a hurricane had rolled through" .. the dog handler working today claims that the particular dog he saw in videos would be unable to pick up a reliable scent, but does not say that perhaps the dogs he's training would be capable of doing so.

O_O

>> ^entr0py:
I can't help but be reminded of the recent Supreme Court ruling that convicts do not have the constitutional right to request DNA tests on preserved biological evidence. It seems that protecting judges and prosecutors from embarrassment is more impotent then sorting out the innocent from the guilty.
http://www.reuters.com/article/domesticNews/idUSTRE55H4BD20090618


What the.. unfucking believable. This is sad.

>> ^videosiftbannedme:
As horrible as this story is, don't think it still isn't happening today, under other circumstances and/or other technology.


You mean like the story of Eric Frimpong?

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/news/story?id=4300383