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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:44:47 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I hate wasps. Didn't get stung, still hate them. Chemical wasp murder shall occur tonight. Everything sleeps. Nasty buggers. I go after them with everything in the arsenal. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:47:13 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Nasty buggers. I go after them with everything in the arsenal. 
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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:50:20 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Do u hate wasps, or ants more? 
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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:51:55 PM EDT
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If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:52:25 PM EDT
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Are all liberals pseudo-intellectuals? That's all I see on Reddit anyway.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 5:53:20 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Are all liberals pseudo-intellectuals? That's all I see on Reddit anyway. They get liberal in college. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:16:22 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: You're an awesome tracker if you can read sign well enough to follow dog poo! Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: I tracked dog poo inside.  You're an awesome tracker if you can read sign well enough to follow dog poo! I just followed the smell.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:39:48 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: They get liberal in college. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Are all liberals pseudo-intellectuals? That's all I see on Reddit anyway. They get liberal in college. Some of them yeah. These days I think they get indoctrinated online and by their parents as well. I preferred when stupid people knew they were stupid. but now they get degrees and all of a sudden they be smart. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:50:23 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:51:19 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:51:59 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 6:54:06 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:40:19 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:42:13 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:45:49 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. When I give answers like that, I sometimes say "Always happy to not help." 
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:48:36 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. I stay away from public ranges. Been through there lots of times, have no idea where anything is though. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:49:42 PM EDT
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I showed this to Parakeet.
 Attached FileHe said "Ugh. That looks like something the Grinch would eat." I'm raising him wrong, I guess. He likes this, though...  Attached File |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 7:52:08 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Peacemakers down there but I'm not exactly sure if you can just use the range without attending an event. you have to call to inquire Here |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:00:46 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: When I give answers like that, I sometimes say "Always happy to not help." Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Quoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Couldn't tell you as that is completely opposite of my side of WV. Maybe sasquatch can help. When I give answers like that, I sometimes say "Always happy to not help." 
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:00:48 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:01:12 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryPennywise? |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:01:29 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:02:10 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Pennywise? Quote HistoryQuoted: Pennywise? Predates that by 50-100 years. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:04:12 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:04:18 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:15:30 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Charlestown is in my general area, but unfortunately most of my shooting is either on private land or private clubs. I have shot at the Monocacy Pistol Club years ago but the range nazis were out in force  https://www.monocacypistolclub.org/ The two indoor ranges that are popular in the Frederick area are https://themachinegunnest.com/ and https://www.heritagetrainingcenter.com/?utm_source=local&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=gmb I have not tried either of these, dislike indoor ranges, but friends have and enjoyed them. All of these should be along your likely travel route. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:16:23 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I stay away from public ranges. Been through there lots of times, have no idea where anything is though. I don't have a membership anywhere down that way (I go through there a few times a year to see my brother's family in Staunton), so a membership at a private range isn't feasible. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:24:17 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I don't have a membership anywhere down that way (I go through there a few times a year to see my brother's family in Staunton), so a membership at a private range isn't feasible. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: I stay away from public ranges. Been through there lots of times, have no idea where anything is though. I don't have a membership anywhere down that way (I go through there a few times a year to see my brother's family in Staunton), so a membership at a private range isn't feasible. If you are going to Staunton regularly on 81 then the Washington County Izaak Walton may be a reasonable cost range to join. https://washcoiwla.com/ It is also near a gunshop that I like https://www.hafersguns.com/ Hafers is worth a stop if you are passing by. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 8:31:43 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Charlestown is in my general area, but unfortunately most of my shooting is either on private land or private clubs. I have shot at the Monocacy Pistol Club years ago but the range nazis were out in force https://www.monocacypistolclub.org/ The two indoor ranges that are popular in the Frederick area are https://themachinegunnest.com/ and https://www.heritagetrainingcenter.com/?utm_source=local&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=gmb I have not tried either of these, dislike indoor ranges, but friends have and enjoyed them. All of these should be along your likely travel route. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Quoted: If any of you needle dicks want to read lights out I have a pdf of it. It's like 500 pages. It's the reason Brisk has disappeared...he's busy reading. I have a question for the WV and NoVA folks: I will be in Charles Town (not Charleston) for part of an afternoon and evening with an old friend. Can anyone recommend a good pistol range? Book is excellent so far. Charlestown is in my general area, but unfortunately most of my shooting is either on private land or private clubs. I have shot at the Monocacy Pistol Club years ago but the range nazis were out in force https://www.monocacypistolclub.org/ The two indoor ranges that are popular in the Frederick area are https://themachinegunnest.com/ and https://www.heritagetrainingcenter.com/?utm_source=local&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=gmb I have not tried either of these, dislike indoor ranges, but friends have and enjoyed them. All of these should be along your likely travel route. I do not see the general public days listed on Monocacy's website any more. Cresap, basically next door, still shows open to the public on weekends. https://cresaprifleclub.com/facilities.php |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:00:12 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Predates that by 50-100 years. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Pennywise? Predates that by 50-100 years. You never read the book, did you? |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:11:27 PM EDT
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The alien entity that created the Pennywise golem crash landed in Derry before humans even existed in North America.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:20:23 PM EDT
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Bubba, nowba hunna bubba dnag. Whoopthy, doodley doo! Did a chock? Dum a chum?
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:22:14 PM EDT
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Basically you walk into Red Lobster on a stormy Wednesday evening. You sit down with your wife and two kids. The waiter comes by to take your order as you hungrily ask for the endless shrimp.
15 minutes later everybody is served. Your wife and kids ordered the endless shrimp as well. As the night morphs into inky blackness outside you all talk and laugh and eat. You eat plate after plate after plate of shrimp. After a couple hours, you and your family are stuffed. You motion to the waiter to bring the bill and look down at your plate, letting out a small chuckle. It looks like you haven't even eaten a single bit of shrimp- a curious thing since you have been gorging yourself on shrimp constantly for the better part of two hours. But before you can puzzle over this small oddity any longer, the waiter bustles over to your table and hands you the bill. As you reach over to grab the check your hand closes instead around a squishy pile of shrimp. There is no check being held out to you, just another plate of shrimp. A loud thunderclap booms outside as you look up at the waiter to ask why he brought you more shrimp instead of the check, when you are suddenly alarmed to find not the waiter, but a giant, human-sized shrimp in server attire staring blankly down at you. You spin around in your seat to see if your wife can see the shrimp waiter and are immediately frightened out of your wits. Your wife is no longer seated there next to you- only another human-sized shrimp wearing your wife's dress and hoop earrings. Numb with horror, you quickly glance across the table at your two children. They are both shrimps. You let out a yell as another thunderclap echoes across the sky and it begins to rain. You distantly register the start of the torrential downfall outside, which sounds like large hail, as you spare a sweeping glance across the restaurant. There are no humans present. There are only shrimps seated at booths, shrimps seated at tables, and even a small group of shrimps at the bar. They are all eating large platefuls of shrimp and leering at you menacingly. Your heart begins to pound in your chest like a war drum. You stumble backwards, half falling over your chair in your haste to get up. You sprint for the door and run outside into the dark stormy night. As you dash through the parking lot towards your car you feel something like a giant hot raindrop hit your face and bounce off towards the ground. Looking down you see a shrimp lying on the ground. You look out across the parking lot and see puddles of shrimp collecting in the cracks in the pavement and across the roofs of the closest cars. Another warm object strikes your head. It's literally raining shrimp. You find your car and fumble, hands shaking uncontrollably, with your keys. Finally unlocking the car you slip inside and engage the door locks. The human-sized shrimp from the restaurant are now congregating outside the front doors, staring across the parking lot at you. Their pale orange-pink bodies eerily backlit from the light streaming out from the open doors behind them. You try to cram the key into the ignition, but it folds against the ignition plate and squishes in your hand. You look down. There are no car keys, only several mangled shrimp on a keyring in your trembling hand. You punch the steering wheel in frustration accidentally setting off the car alarm. The shrimps outside the restaurant hear the noise and hungrily start to advance across the parking lot towards you. You try in vain to cram the shrimp key into the ignition but you know it is pointless. The shrimp slowly approach the car and surround it, rocking it back and forth, pressing their slimy bodies against the frame. You hear the fiberglass doors groan under the pressure as one of the rear windows shatters, spraying the backseat of the car with fragments of glass. You know there is no hope left. There is no escape. White-faced and shaking, you reach across the console and open the glovebox. Crammed under the insurance papers and a pile of napkins is the Glock 19 you always bring with you when you leave the house. You pull the gun from its holster and pause for a fraction of a second that holds an eternity. With tears streaming down your face, you put the gun to the roof of your mouth. Trying not to imagine what it feels like to die, only forcing yourself to think of your wife and kids you close your eyes. Then you pull the trigger. A singular shrimp comes zooming out of the barrel into your mouth. In your darkest hour, death itself refuses to end you. For death is not the end. There can only be shrimp- and they are endless. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:25:31 PM EDT
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So, another ordinary Tuesday?
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:26:52 PM EDT
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Because Wednesday is endless breadsticks, and Thursday is dollar Margaritas and free spaghetti.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:33:38 PM EDT
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I shall go mad! Off to chase couches!
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:34:40 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: You never read the book, did you? Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Quoted: Pennywise? Predates that by 50-100 years. You never read the book, did you? I quit reading books after grad school. Well, except for dense, crunchy tomes that gNo one else would read. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:36:13 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:39:08 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryThe lighting designer should be fired immediately. He should have thrown a couple fresnels for fill backlighting, because you never want a hard shadow like that ever. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:40:06 PM EDT
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@DeathHates etc al
Since there have been several requests for me to show some of my Photoshop work, here is a bit...    Really fairly pedestrian. The point being to make certain it doesn't look Photoshopped. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:41:29 PM EDT
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I'd have used at least four, two from each side a ~22 degrees, gelled pink and blue.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:48:47 PM EDT
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I am seriously wasted now, finally.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:50:43 PM EDT
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This is a perfect condition in which to ask someone to hold my beer while I attempt something absurdly self-injurious and stupid.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:53:24 PM EDT
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 Slow Ride- Foghat (Full Version) |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:53:59 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Basically you walk into Red Lobster on a stormy Wednesday evening. You sit down with your wife and two kids. The waiter comes by to take your order as you hungrily ask for the endless shrimp. 15 minutes later everybody is served. Your wife and kids ordered the endless shrimp as well. As the night morphs into inky blackness outside you all talk and laugh and eat. You eat plate after plate after plate of shrimp. After a couple hours, you and your family are stuffed. You motion to the waiter to bring the bill and look down at your plate, letting out a small chuckle. It looks like you haven't even eaten a single bit of shrimp- a curious thing since you have been gorging yourself on shrimp constantly for the better part of two hours. But before you can puzzle over this small oddity any longer, the waiter bustles over to your table and hands you the bill. As you reach over to grab the check your hand closes instead around a squishy pile of shrimp. There is no check being held out to you, just another plate of shrimp. A loud thunderclap booms outside as you look up at the waiter to ask why he brought you more shrimp instead of the check, when you are suddenly alarmed to find not the waiter, but a giant, human-sized shrimp in server attire staring blankly down at you. You spin around in your seat to see if your wife can see the shrimp waiter and are immediately frightened out of your wits. Your wife is no longer seated there next to you- only another human-sized shrimp wearing your wife's dress and hoop earrings. Numb with horror, you quickly glance across the table at your two children. They are both shrimps. You let out a yell as another thunderclap echoes across the sky and it begins to rain. You distantly register the start of the torrential downfall outside, which sounds like large hail, as you spare a sweeping glance across the restaurant. There are no humans present. There are only shrimps seated at booths, shrimps seated at tables, and even a small group of shrimps at the bar. They are all eating large platefuls of shrimp and leering at you menacingly. Your heart begins to pound in your chest like a war drum. You stumble backwards, half falling over your chair in your haste to get up. You sprint for the door and run outside into the dark stormy night. As you dash through the parking lot towards your car you feel something like a giant hot raindrop hit your face and bounce off towards the ground. Looking down you see a shrimp lying on the ground. You look out across the parking lot and see puddles of shrimp collecting in the cracks in the pavement and across the roofs of the closest cars. Another warm object strikes your head. It's literally raining shrimp. You find your car and fumble, hands shaking uncontrollably, with your keys. Finally unlocking the car you slip inside and engage the door locks. The human-sized shrimp from the restaurant are now congregating outside the front doors, staring across the parking lot at you. Their pale orange-pink bodies eerily backlit from the light streaming out from the open doors behind them. You try to cram the key into the ignition, but it folds against the ignition plate and squishes in your hand. You look down. There are no car keys, only several mangled shrimp on a keyring in your trembling hand. You punch the steering wheel in frustration accidentally setting off the car alarm. The shrimps outside the restaurant hear the noise and hungrily start to advance across the parking lot towards you. You try in vain to cram the shrimp key into the ignition but you know it is pointless. The shrimp slowly approach the car and surround it, rocking it back and forth, pressing their slimy bodies against the frame. You hear the fiberglass doors groan under the pressure as one of the rear windows shatters, spraying the backseat of the car with fragments of glass. You know there is no hope left. There is no escape. White-faced and shaking, you reach across the console and open the glovebox. Crammed under the insurance papers and a pile of napkins is the Glock 19 you always bring with you when you leave the house. You pull the gun from its holster and pause for a fraction of a second that holds an eternity. With tears streaming down your face, you put the gun to the roof of your mouth. Trying not to imagine what it feels like to die, only forcing yourself to think of your wife and kids you close your eyes. Then you pull the trigger. A singular shrimp comes zooming out of the barrel into your mouth. In your darkest hour, death itself refuses to end you. For death is not the end. There can only be shrimp- and they are endless. I have no cocktail sauce, and I must scream. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:55:01 PM EDT
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Foghat used to sell hats that just said 'Fog' with the Foghat script.
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:56:45 PM EDT
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Posted: 8/1/2021 9:57:40 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: @DeathHates etc al Since there have been several requests for me to show some of my Photoshop work, here is a bit...    Really fairly pedestrian. The point being to make certain it doesn't look Photoshopped.  Damn, you are an artist! Actually your photoshops are really good. |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 10:06:03 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: I have no cocktail sauce, and I must scream. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: Basically you walk into Red Lobster on a stormy Wednesday evening. You sit down with your wife and two kids. The waiter comes by to take your order as you hungrily ask for the endless shrimp. 15 minutes later everybody is served. Your wife and kids ordered the endless shrimp as well. As the night morphs into inky blackness outside you all talk and laugh and eat. You eat plate after plate after plate of shrimp. After a couple hours, you and your family are stuffed. You motion to the waiter to bring the bill and look down at your plate, letting out a small chuckle. It looks like you haven't even eaten a single bit of shrimp- a curious thing since you have been gorging yourself on shrimp constantly for the better part of two hours. But before you can puzzle over this small oddity any longer, the waiter bustles over to your table and hands you the bill. As you reach over to grab the check your hand closes instead around a squishy pile of shrimp. There is no check being held out to you, just another plate of shrimp. A loud thunderclap booms outside as you look up at the waiter to ask why he brought you more shrimp instead of the check, when you are suddenly alarmed to find not the waiter, but a giant, human-sized shrimp in server attire staring blankly down at you. You spin around in your seat to see if your wife can see the shrimp waiter and are immediately frightened out of your wits. Your wife is no longer seated there next to you- only another human-sized shrimp wearing your wife's dress and hoop earrings. Numb with horror, you quickly glance across the table at your two children. They are both shrimps. You let out a yell as another thunderclap echoes across the sky and it begins to rain. You distantly register the start of the torrential downfall outside, which sounds like large hail, as you spare a sweeping glance across the restaurant. There are no humans present. There are only shrimps seated at booths, shrimps seated at tables, and even a small group of shrimps at the bar. They are all eating large platefuls of shrimp and leering at you menacingly. Your heart begins to pound in your chest like a war drum. You stumble backwards, half falling over your chair in your haste to get up. You sprint for the door and run outside into the dark stormy night. As you dash through the parking lot towards your car you feel something like a giant hot raindrop hit your face and bounce off towards the ground. Looking down you see a shrimp lying on the ground. You look out across the parking lot and see puddles of shrimp collecting in the cracks in the pavement and across the roofs of the closest cars. Another warm object strikes your head. It's literally raining shrimp. You find your car and fumble, hands shaking uncontrollably, with your keys. Finally unlocking the car you slip inside and engage the door locks. The human-sized shrimp from the restaurant are now congregating outside the front doors, staring across the parking lot at you. Their pale orange-pink bodies eerily backlit from the light streaming out from the open doors behind them. You try to cram the key into the ignition, but it folds against the ignition plate and squishes in your hand. You look down. There are no car keys, only several mangled shrimp on a keyring in your trembling hand. You punch the steering wheel in frustration accidentally setting off the car alarm. The shrimps outside the restaurant hear the noise and hungrily start to advance across the parking lot towards you. You try in vain to cram the shrimp key into the ignition but you know it is pointless. The shrimp slowly approach the car and surround it, rocking it back and forth, pressing their slimy bodies against the frame. You hear the fiberglass doors groan under the pressure as one of the rear windows shatters, spraying the backseat of the car with fragments of glass. You know there is no hope left. There is no escape. White-faced and shaking, you reach across the console and open the glovebox. Crammed under the insurance papers and a pile of napkins is the Glock 19 you always bring with you when you leave the house. You pull the gun from its holster and pause for a fraction of a second that holds an eternity. With tears streaming down your face, you put the gun to the roof of your mouth. Trying not to imagine what it feels like to die, only forcing yourself to think of your wife and kids you close your eyes. Then you pull the trigger. A singular shrimp comes zooming out of the barrel into your mouth. In your darkest hour, death itself refuses to end you. For death is not the end. There can only be shrimp- and they are endless. I have no cocktail sauce, and I must scream. That's because Sasquatch was seen snorting cocktail sauce up his gNose! |
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Posted: 8/1/2021 10:07:25 PM EDT
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Quote HistoryQuoted: Damn, you are an artist! Actually your photoshops are really good. Quote HistoryQuoted: Quoted: @DeathHates etc al Since there have been several requests for me to show some of my Photoshop work, here is a bit... https://am24.mediaite.com/tms/cnt/uploads/2012/06/4007789397_5e58d464dc_z.jpeg https://astroengine.files.wordpress.com/2013/07/r2d2-on-the-moon.jpg https://i.imgur.com/N2FmhJM.jpg Really fairly pedestrian. The point being to make certain it doesn't look Photoshopped. Damn, you are an artist! Actually your photoshops are really good. You gNeed a spanking!
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