Jason Everman was kicked out of Nirvana just before they got huge. Then he joined Soundgarded who was already getting big, and he got kicked out AGAIN.
So, then he joined the army, became a Ranger and eventually Special Forces.
He had three drill sergeants, two of whom were sadists. Thank God it was the easygoing one who saw it. He was reading a magazine, when he slowly looked up and stared at Everman. Then the sergeant walked over, pointing to a page in the magazine. “Is this you?” It was a photo of the biggest band in the world, Nirvana. Kurt Cobain had just killed himself, and this was a story about his suicide. Next to Cobain was the band’s onetime second guitarist. A guy with long, strawberry blond curls. “Is this you?”
govmentchedda wrote:I read this months ago, and it's a great read if you're at all interested in Nirvana and/or stories about soldiers with a nontraditional backstory.
You have been warned. Pictures, stories, and all around wonderment abounds in that AMA conducted on the 1st.
Wow! And Ewww!
But if you were born with ("blessed with?") two working wangs, wouldn't you get one circumsized? Just for variety's sake?
So many questions. I may have to go back and read that AMA. Assuming they both work, if he wanks one, does he jizz out of both? I didn't look closely, but one looked circumcised while the other didn't. Interest experiment should be conducted on this guy.
An honest to God cult of personality - formed around a failed steak salesman.
-Pruitt
howard wrote:A couple of those UK entries did much better than 90% of American counterparts would do. I liked "Big Scotland w/Polar Bears".
They were a lot funnier, too.
When I attended high school classes in Russia, I was shocked at their ignorance of geography. In a class equivalent to sophomore or junior year of HS, they had almost no knowledge of Europe. They could all find Russia, Finland, Germany and Italy, but beyond that, they couldn't find shit. While one kid was at the map, another student yelled out France, and the whole class laughed, as if it was hilariously impossible. I guess extreme isolationism took its toll. The Americans looked at each other in shock. Meanwhile, they take 4 years of physics and chemistry, and I'm sure our knowledge of those subjects is equally hilarious to them. The discipline was sick. If you get sent the principals office twice, you are expelled and destined to a life of blue collar labor. And they had to do military drills with wooden rifles.
An honest to God cult of personality - formed around a failed steak salesman.
-Pruitt
Suddenly Aldridge was flying backward, tumbling across the deck toward the back of the boat, which was wide open, just a flat, slick ramp leading straight into the black ocean a few inches below. Aldridge grabbed for the side of the boat as it went past, his fingertips missing it by inches. The water hit him like a slap. He went under, took in a mouthful of Atlantic Ocean and then surfaced, sputtering. He yelled as loud as he could, hoping to wake Sosinski, who was asleep on a bunk below the front deck. But the diesel engine was too loud, and the Anna Mary, on autopilot, moving due south at six and a half knots, was already out of reach, its navigation lights receding into the night. Aldridge shouted once more, panic rising in his throat, and then silence descended. He was alone in the darkness. A single thought gripped his mind: This is how I’m going to die.
Suddenly Aldridge was flying backward, tumbling across the deck toward the back of the boat, which was wide open, just a flat, slick ramp leading straight into the black ocean a few inches below. Aldridge grabbed for the side of the boat as it went past, his fingertips missing it by inches. The water hit him like a slap. He went under, took in a mouthful of Atlantic Ocean and then surfaced, sputtering. He yelled as loud as he could, hoping to wake Sosinski, who was asleep on a bunk below the front deck. But the diesel engine was too loud, and the Anna Mary, on autopilot, moving due south at six and a half knots, was already out of reach, its navigation lights receding into the night. Aldridge shouted once more, panic rising in his throat, and then silence descended. He was alone in the darkness. A single thought gripped his mind: This is how I’m going to die.
I had an incident in the Pacific about 30 years ago. This article sure sends me back. My survival required giving up hard-won temporary partial respite -- like Aldridge's perch on the first buoy -- to reverse course back in the obviously dangerous direction I had used up most all of my strength trying to get out of. But that direction was the only real chance I had. No one was coming for me. Kicking off, back towards where I had come from was one of those little existential moments that never leave your memory.
I had an incident in the Pacific about 30 years ago. This article sure sends me back. My survival required giving up hard-won temporary partial respite -- like Aldridge's perch on the first buoy -- to reverse course back in the obviously dangerous direction I had used up most all of my strength trying to get out of. But that direction was the only real chance I had. No one was coming for me. Kicking off, back towards where I had come from was one of those little existential moments that never leave your memory.
Even the Washington Metro is taking shots at Danny's team. I am surprised Snyder has not sued Metro yet over this...or at least had his PR staff take a shot back. Metro's in glass houses should not throw stones. http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/dc- ... -redskins/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;
The obvious question, then, is what makes a good dick pic? I’m often asked this, and I consistently repeat a few key tips: don’t send a log. Realize the power of your hands to transform a dick pic from ordinary to wettie-inducing. Pay attention to the background and setting of your picture, and understand how off-putting a visible pile of dirty laundry or extremely mundane collection of shower gels can be. Be aware that even a very small amount of thought and consideration for the desires of your receiver will set you apart from most dick pic senders, and take advantage of that by putting more than three second’s thought into the pose, composition and lighting of your picture.
This guy is like more Scottie than Scottie is Scottie. Hilarious.
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. - God
Jerloma wrote:This guy is like more Scottie than Scottie is Scottie. Hilarious.
Thorn has all kinds of that shit. My favorite is the missing cat.
AB forgot to include the fucking link to the missing cat e-mail series.
I don't like that one a much. I enjoy a good snarky troll as much as the next guy, but it helps if the victim is an asshole neighbor with a floodlight, rather than a distraught cat owner.
I believe that in most cases these exchanges are written by individual contributors, as it were. It's kind of a fantasy "how I'd like to deal with this annoying [fill in the blank]".
Remember that one from Vancouver a month or two ago? The stringing along of a Nigerian 419 scammer? There is a link in the Fuckface thread circa December. The perp behind that was challenged a number of times as to its authenticity and he never denied it was fake; he'd just deflect every question suggesting it wasn't. "Yeah, but it's funny! Right???" Maybe. Funny don't make it real. Not that it matters much; the Aussie floodlight bit would be no less hilarious if inauthentic.
That's kind of a buzzkill if it's not real though.
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. - God
Jerloma wrote:That's kind of a buzzkill if it's not real though.
I always assume these things are fake. Like Scottie said, doesn't make it any less funny. Well, maybe a drop, as it is amusing to know that someone was all shocked and pissed off at the exchange.
An honest to God cult of personality - formed around a failed steak salesman.
-Pruitt
I always assumed that at least some of them had kernels of truth. Like maybe a situation arose, and he wrote a piece about how he would have liked to have handled it. Either way, his stuff is hilarious, and I love how it pops up here and there for years as if it's new content. It's good enough for that.
