Official BBO Hijacked Thread Thread No, it's not about that
#2421
Posted 2013-January-07, 12:32
#2422
Posted 2013-January-07, 12:34
#2423
Posted 2013-January-07, 12:58
George Carlin
#2424
Posted 2013-January-07, 17:06
break and mix this:
Income Tax cocktail
1 1/4 ounce gin
3/4 ounce orange juice
1/4 ounce dry vermouth
1/4 ounce sweet vermouth
1 dash Angostura Bitters
Shake with ice. Strain into a cocktail glass
#2425
Posted 2013-January-08, 07:41
George Carlin
#2426
Posted 2013-January-13, 23:50
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Because of the consoles of gadgets mounted on their control bars, the two men knew that they had now flown farther than any person ever had using a hang glider. Farther than anyone had without the drone of an engine or the protective shell of a plane. They had flown, and were flying still, farther than anyone had in the manner dreamed of in centuries of tall tales, from Icarus to Superman — cheeks in the wind, like a bird.
Having launched near the southern tip of Texas in July, a few miles from Mexico, the two men had pushed north, propelled by the fierce flatland wind, and at times had reached more than 80 miles per hour.
They crossed low over desolate expanses of cactus and mesquite, which threatened shins full of thorns for any pilot forced into an early landing. They crossed over the concrete sprawl of small cities with houses that looked like pebbles, and over the tumbling, juniper-dusted canyons of hill country, and, finally, over the parched farmland that heralded the northern borders of the state.
There was Durand, dangling under his Red Bull-sponsored wing, who had prophesied that morning, “I’ve got a good feeling about today.” The archetype of the adventurous Australian, he was known to friends as someone who operated best with a few margaritas or at least a decent hangover. There are those who take to the sky and revel in the silence; he filled it with whoops of delight.
And there, soaring alongside, was Martin, the quiet, perpetually destitute product of the American West. His youthful dreams of flight had never given way to more practical considerations. Since he started working at an airport as a teenager, earning less than he handed back for his flying lessons, he had scraped together just enough on the ground to spend as much time as possible off it.
They called themselves friends. But, as those who had spent the previous few days with them would attest, rivals better fit the jaunty, “sure you’re up for this?”competitiveness of the daring prodigies. In the sky, where they snacked on protein bars and water and relieved themselves freely over the world below, they were as evenly matched as two hang glider pilots could be.
As they flew past the old world-record distance — close enough to hear each other yahooing in celebration — the question turned first to how much farther they could possibly go. But as the sun retreated and they began their inevitable, decisive descent, another, more pointed question began to nag at the two men: who would go the farthest?
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#2427
Posted 2013-January-14, 12:33
#2428
Posted 2013-January-15, 17:13
It appears that nicking a car and taking it for a drive is so last year.
#2429
Posted 2013-January-15, 17:20
Cyberyeti, on 2013-January-15, 17:13, said:
It appears that nicking a car and taking it for a drive is so last year.
I find it difficult to believe that you can just board a train and start it running. It seems more likely the engineer left the equivalent of the key in place and she might even have accidently started it and then had no idea how to stop.
#2432
Posted 2013-January-30, 07:55
Thiros, on 2013-January-16, 16:14, said:
It's about time....well, no, it's really about ice....but you get the idea...
#2433
Posted 2013-January-30, 08:05
diana_eva, on 2013-January-30, 05:27, said:
It's great!
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This triggered a memory of one of my strager high school experiences. near the end of my freshman year in high school. a while I was14. I was talking about life with Mrs. K, my Spanish teacher. I was a pretty decent student at that time, before the adolescent hormone rush had fully set in. Mrs. K advised me that I should not study so hard, and that no girl wishes to be Mrs.Einstein. I can't imagine what inspired her to make this suggestion. I was probably the best student in her class, but that was a pretty low bar. Anyway, by the time I graduated three years later, no one had to worry that I was working too hard at my studies.
I have at times looked back at this incident and realized that it stands out because of its rarity as advice to boys, and that at least in the 1950s, this sort of thing was communicated, one way or another, to the girls much more commonly. I am happy to say that the girls I knew best had their own ideas on the subject.
Actually I liked Mrs. K. She was weird, but I liked her.
#2434
Posted 2013-January-31, 09:07
y66, on 2013-January-07, 12:34, said:
hmmm,...off topic posts are simply impossible in this thread
#2435
Posted 2013-January-31, 17:24
Aberlour10, on 2013-January-31, 09:07, said:
Well, wouldn't an on-topic post be off-topic in this thread?
#2437
Posted 2013-January-31, 19:19
dwar0123, on 2013-January-31, 17:42, said:
And being off-topic then means being on-topic. It's a Catch-11...or perhaps 44.
#2438
Posted 2013-February-02, 09:18
Anybody actually bet on the game?
What is baby oil made of?
#2440
Posted 2013-February-09, 17:44
ggwhiz, on 2013-February-08, 18:09, said:
My link
Another GREAT Canadian invention. Oatmeal Bacon Stout. I guess I can put up with the Oatmeal seeing as how it's breakfast.
I love the smell of bacon at the morning. It smells like victory.