Good lord, now they're showing teasers for movies that are half a decade out?

Makes me wonder how many people are whimsically thinking to themselves "I wish I could make five years of my life vanish so I can watch these!"

What no-one seems to realise is 'Native Americans' refers to a fringe group of radical atavists and racialists. Of the descendants of those who survived their natural displacement by a more advanced culture, the overwhelming majority have integrated and interbred with that culture. The only people left who still call themselves 'Native American' are a vanishing minority of ancestor-worshipping crybaby whackjobs.

[Hook x2]
Clap
Magic Clap

It's like a hotwire, baby
When we put it together
When the sparks fly
We'll ignite the future forever
This is the last kiss Martin ever gave to Coretta
It's like a paparazzi picture when I flash my Beretta
I got scars on my back
The truth on my tongue
I had the money in my hand when that alarm got rung
We wanna breathe fire and freedom from our lungs
Tell Homeland Security
We are the bomb

[Hook x2]

Hurry up, get in, close the do'
This here the meeting for the overthrow
Waiting on that concrete rose to grow
Doing lines that ain't quotable
Counting up all that dough you owe
You ain't sposed to know its opposable
We are not disposable
Muscle up kid
We got blows to throw
Til the folks have risen
There'll be no decision
We make the motor move
They chauffer driven
Right now we can't shine right like a broken prism
I figured out the 14th is a broke amendment

[Hook x2]

Good evening
Tonight we bring to you
Worn out streets that'll sing to you
.45 shells that'll dance to the beats
Stomachs so loud it'll cancel the speech
Checks that vanish if you blink an eye
Grace getting locked in the clink to die
A salary cap on a birth certificate
Notarized lies that burst in triplicate
Morning prayers for the car to start
A man and a whiskey in a heart-to-heart
Hope in a track suit to flash and run
While agony chases with a badge and gun
Poetry shouted from the squeal of the bus breaks
Hands in the air try to feel for an escape
Flash in my eyes like candid snaps
When we slap back, it's the magic clap

I was simply expecting the camera to be stationary as she disappeared off into the void.... forever getting smaller until the pixel that represented her just vanished.

Have you read any super-depressing articles lately? If not, try this one: http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/22790-the-vanishing-arctic-ice-cap

Nothing new, really. Just another reminder that we're thorougly bummed.

"The 40-year lag between emissions of greenhouse gases and consequent rise in global-average temperature suggests our planetary fate was sealed decades ago."

It would have ruined my day, but a coworker brought some delicious cheese cake along, so everything's in balance.

The only naval vessel to be captured and not returned back to British is in my hometown... It happened during the Crimean war, we built a simple wall and spread molten tar all over our beaches.. Pretty much impossible to get thru that mess.. It's still in there, the tar allthout it's slowly vanishing.. All the other coastal towns were ransacked but ours... We still have the boat but we'll give it back if shit hits the fan with out easter neighbor, who are spreading lies already that Finland wants to join Russia... Don't believe that nonsense, nothing could be further away from truth.

He does have a bigger point thou that isn't mentioned: "The Splashback".. You know, the moment when that toilet water shoots up your ass when you drop the deuce... But in fact, Butters gonna have hemorrhoids and possible even worse conditions (never google rectal prolapse...). By facing in, you're back is straight up, thighs are close to 90 degrees to your back.. It's good for offices, typing on your desktop. That is not how humans defecation works. We are squatters, closer you are to fetal position, the better. That leads to straight ejection where as straight up sitting pushes it out in an angle.. Pretty logical but totally opposite to the way we are going. The low seats are rising up all the time.. You may have to use a shallow stool to prop your feet up.

Also, toilet seat designers, if you see this: males have this appendix between their legs. When you sit down it points downwards in approx 45 degree angle. It does not point straight down nor does in simply vanish. Mine is perfectly average size and the toilet seat i have is very conventional, regular unit. Why does my dong has to touch the inside of the rim everytime i poop? And when are you gonna do something about that splashback? never? Thought so, you are pretty much just morons copy pasting 150 year old design that was a hole in a plane and no water beneath. Note, russians made an effort but that is even more horrible than anything we have now; it's basically a flat plane with the water on the front.. Everything fine except that the flat part is so close to your butt that you have to slowly rise, the water does not flush the dookie but you have to move yourself.. The worst toilet seat i've even encountered outside Polish trains.

Man, there's a lot of semi-accidental puns.. Poop is a funny thing, it seems..

Afraid this one might once-again vanish....Too bad. The YT should enshrine as a testament this footage forever of the dangers of repeated audits combined with Botox and Dilaudid enemas.

Goddamn, MilkmanDan-It's not a violation, it's simply a foo-pax by a user who doesn't wipe his ass with a Q-tip in a circular rotation thirty times counter-clockwise after each bowel movement.

Mordhaus, simply edit your offering to reflect the correct time (manually as indicated) and the "long" designation will miraculously vanish.

Anyone else have a cricket in their trousers regarding this wonderful video embed??

Throwing two balls at the same time and hitting two targets 18m away and 1m apart is highly unlikely. And is it me or when he throws the two balls, do they 'vanish' as they leave his hand?

I see two possibilities here. Well, three I suppose, but I the odds of his father having actually had made a huge change in his personality are vanishingly small.

1) It's a fine example of how selective memory can be. We tend to remember the events that support our beliefs about a person...think he's a monster, you'll remember the bad things...think he's a saint, you'll remember the good.
and/or
2) It's a great example of how limited is the understanding of a child. My neighbors growing up were a family of five boys, the three youngest were my constant companions and best friends. Their father scared the shit out of us younger kids. Mean, authoritative, and far too knowledgeable about the hijinks we'd been up to. It wasn't until I was in my thirties that I actually got to know the man and found him to be none of those things. "Mean and authoritative"...only as much as he had to be to raise such a group of hellions. And he was so knowledgeable about what we'd been up to, precisely because he could remember his own youth and put himself in our heads.

I'd be interested in how Burr ended up explaining the "change in his father" to himself...and I'd be even more interested to hear his father's view on this story.

Tried to watch, but I thought about my thoughts being vanishing from my consciousness through the ripping apart of my brain tissues and shit just got a little too real for me.

# crosses off "brain surgeon" from potential jobs list #

Whoa...twilight zone indeed!!! Did you not see the intelligent looking orange tabby on the right side of the picture?? (right beside the laptop)! Did he mysteriously vanish when you clicked to view? I bet that little bastard was slacking off again!!!

He clearly *did* run the red light. At the very start of the video, you can see the traffic light for cross traffic is yellow, if you look at the top left of the screen. At 0:06, the yellow light vanishes, meaning that it is now a red light. The truck then appears in the video crossing the intersection.

I don't know what was indefensible about this video.

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/papaoutai-papaoutai.html

Papa, where are you?

Tell me where he came from
Then I'll know where to go
Mama always says when we look really hard
We'll find what we've lost

She says he is never very far away
He often heads off to work
Mama says working is much
Better than being in bad company
Not true?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

(alluding to hide-and-seek game)

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Even, whether we believe it or not
There'll be a day we'll believe it no more
One day or another, we'll all be the Papa
And from one day to another, we'll also have vanished.

Will we be hated?
Will we be loved?
Forefathers or geniuses
Tell us...who gives birth
To irresponsible men?!

Come on, tell us who does?
Everyone knows
How babies are made
But no one knows
How fathers are made
Mister Know-it-All,
It's in our blood, that's it.

Should I suck this out of my thumb or what?
Tell me where I can find the answer.
It must be at least a thousand times that
I've sucked my fingers dry.
Hey!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where is your Papa?
Tell me, where is your Papa?
Without you having to tell him,
He knows what's hurting you.
Hey damn Papa,
Tell me where you're hiding!
I must have counted at least
A thousand times, to ten
Hé!

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?

Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you? Papa, where are you?
Where are you, where are you, Papa, where are you?