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I just bought tickets for Captain Marvel. Screw all you haters!
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Off the back of everyone’s swooning, I started watching Lucifer last night. Enjoyable first episode but man, Lauren German is fucking stunning.
I rode the wife harder that a teenage boy rides the clutch of a Dodge the first time he gets behind the wheel after that.
Side note, for someone so hot, Google manages to find a shitload of terrible pictures.
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I found her so familiar but I just couldn’t recall where I’ve seen her. Then I googled her, saw the images and realized she was the chick that blew her brains out at the beginning of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre remake. In Lucifer, she somehow looks so different from what she looks like even in her more recent movies.
I got on the train last week and I could smell a vinegar stench. I had one of those moments where I couldn’t rule out myself as the cause of the stench. As people moved around, the smell weakened then went away.
After the relief that it wasn’t me, all I could think was imagine having to live with that?
Nah. That goes in the fill tube with the yellow cap back by the brakes.
The gender fluid goes in the one up by the battery.
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Pretty sure it goes in the tail pipe, trans boy @yogi would know better, but we might want to consult Rippetoe.
Yeah, might want to consult Rippetoe on this one as well - i think it goes in the throat.
Too funny.
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No way. As a general rule I don’t want any new thoughts that can’t be unthunk.
I’ve had a couple of bad experiences with that.
I’m going to start calling you Blobby, Bob.
That’s totally my name. When I rock up to the club shaking my tits like “here comes Blobbyyyy!”
Drives em wild
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Will we ever see a photo of you? Haha.
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I always dread going to the gym in the evenings. I am extremely concerned about keeping enough space between myself and other lifters. If anyone comes anywhere close to me during an exercise, I can’t focus on what I’m doing. Consequently, I always have a terrible workout when the gym’s crowded. It all started when I sent a friend to the ER for stitches in high school; we were doing a shoulder circuit in a crowded gym, and I nailed him in the eyebrow with a dumbbell. Ever since then, I have been hyper vigilant of other people when lifting.
Our benches have about 50cm between them when bars are set up.
The number of nongs who don’t seem to realise that when they bend over their ass sticks back is mind boggling. This would be okay if they didn’t also stack their plates next to the bench then proceed to bend over and stick their ass right into the bar path of the bench next to them.
I hit someone doing that every 4 to 6 months.
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Missed 200+ comments on this thread. Can someone give me a TLDR so I dont have to read everything? #flamefree
Yogi is a fat chick who works as an office admin. Her name is Blobby.
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My suspicions are confirmed then. Thank you.
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Yesterday I helped a friends parents unload a moving truck into their new house. Someone had staged their clothes drier at the end of the truck, so I took it off and carried it down the walkway to the basement door solo. It wasn’t heavy, probably about 100lbs, just big (long arms ftw). The reactions I gathered from doing so were pretty funny, as if I had done the unthinkable. “Yeah it’s just a drier, not that heavy” was also well received.
I silently enjoyed that way more than I should have.
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I’m more impressed by this, did you have to run along side it, jump in to grab something and then jump out again? Could you not have asked the driver to stop whilst you unloaded it?
My confession is that I accidentally killed a squirrel yesterday, I felt guilty but the little prick didn’t look both ways.
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Fortunately, the driver managed to wedge the truck between a snow bank and parked cars (think of the scene in Austin Powers when he makes a 500 point turn with the cart in the hallway). Movement was pretty limited at that point.
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The absence of mentioning that you were in a car at the time makes this all the more comical.
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