I mean shit you can get 10 years just for first time drug possession.
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I mean shit you can get 10 years just for first time drug possession.
Shouldn't that be considered murder? Only eight years? Ridiculous.
This guy Plummeted 900 Feet Straight Down And Shattered His Pelvis And Spine.
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Yes yes yes yes yes.
http://www.rapecrisisscotland.org.uk...Dposta4fin.jpg
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That really needs a 50s-style instructional video along with it.
I feel horrible for laughing at that entire pamplet. Numbers 5, 6, 8 and 10 are the best.
It's a great commentary on the blame-the-victim tactics of most safety brochures. I laughed.
Does anyone else have any weird habits as a kid that they still do today?
You know the old game "step on a crack, break your mother's back"? Well, being a bit of a contrarian child I decided to always play the opposite and step on every crack I could to annoy my friends. However (and I would absolutely love to go back and figure out my thought process on this), I somehow decided that by stepping on the cracks I was somehow extending my life. :lol: It wasn't just stepping on the crack though, one had to completely cover the foot. So for example, if I stepped on a crack right at the very front of my toes, I then had to do one for the next couple of centimeters (or however big that crack was) of my foot. So I would walk in a weird sort of way where I had to touch every crack and sometimes I would lapse into this when my friends were around and had to brush it aside because I was too embarrassed by my crazy theory. In addition to this, the deeper the crack was, the longer it extended your life (I never set any figures of course, that would have taken the fun out of it).
Anyway, I just caught myself today doing it and it brought a smile to my face. Of course I don't believe my former idea, now I just eat some magic beans to extend my life.
:lol:
Ah, so that's what this guy is doing:
http://1.asset.soup.io/asset/1938/0993_1ddc.gif
Yeah, although I may have been slightly less badass or enthusiastic about it. That guy is just loving life.
Edit: Just notice it said "I'm on Crack" too. :lol: High five.
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL
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It's a showcase for HTML5/WebGL, only click if you have a recent computer.
In my hometown, one of the local newspapers has a column they call "Quickly" where locals bitch about random issues or voice public thank-yous.
This particular entry is going viral...
Move the deer crossing to where there's less traffic
A lot of deer get hit by cars west of town on US 231. There are too many cars to have the deer crossing here. The deer crossing sign needs to be moved to a road with less traffic.
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The Philadelphia dungeon case continues. This article does an interesting job of showing the system failures that led to this-- both by human error and by legal loopholes.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/44958677.../#.Tp7Wy3Lrn_c
This is terrifyingly close to me.
http://www.chillicothegazette.com/ar...tors-roam-area
I have a Mara-esque story to share. My brother-in-law is a hunter, and right now is bow season. He owns a bit of property in northern Michigan that he uses to hunt. It's just land, no cabin or other dwelling. He hunts in a tree blind, which I've been told is essentially a chair attached to the trunk of a tree about 50 ft. up or so. His wife had noticed that he hadn't been using the property much since the first week of hunting. She was giving him the opportunity to go, taking the kids bowling and such and telling him he could take off and hunt, but he'd been declining and going with them. Not that she wasn't pleased to have him around, but she decided to inquire as to why he wasn't hunting this year. Turns out that, the last time he had been out, he was sitting up in his blind when it fell from its position, plummeting about five feet before catching on the trunk again. He was able to get out of the blind and down to the ground safely, but the experience spooked him enough that he had been second-guessing going out there by himself in case something like that happened again.
Cut to a few days later. They get a call from the police department informing them that two escaped convicts had been found camping out on their property. Nothing much to the phone call other than to inform them that it happened, along with a few questions about whether they had noticed anything suspicious the last time they had been up there. So, my brother-in-law was feeling very fortunate, his wife (my wife's sister) had called my wife after it happened to tell her the story, and we were all kind of laughing and going through the scenarios of what might have happened had he gone to the property to hunt and run into them. Naturally we ran down every scenario, from his death to him going Rambo and taking them both out with his bow.
Two days after that first phone call, my wife gets a call from her sister, sort of in hysterics. Turns out they found a dead body on the property. The two convicts had robbed and killed a local man on their property after escaping. All of those scenarios we ran through don't seem quite as funny anymore.
My aromatic mouse-chaser stuff arrived. Very stinky. Not necessarily unpleasant, but pungent. Very curious to see if it works.
Good god, KF.
That is absolutely nuts. What gets me is the randomness -- it could very well be that dhitty lawn furniture and worn rigging saved your guy's life.
Yeah, that's crazy stuff, KF. Makes you wonder.
Yep. Very crazy happenstance. Here's a quick blurb I found online about it, though the article doesn't mention that the men were escaped from prison. Not sure why that's being omitted at this point.
Holy crap, KF. Glad they caught the asswipes.
Yeh that's pretty heavy KF.