Strontium Dawg Posted October 22, 2016 Dear Sir, I could not, in good conscience swear to you that, as of this moment, I was completely aligned with the vertical axis of my chops. 4 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
godless Posted November 1, 2016 my life officially revolves around cacti. 15 years in the making, careful what you wish for.... 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
AbleKay Posted November 1, 2016 self medicating sadomasochist 6 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Change Posted November 15, 2016 I saw a sparrow this morning, first time in agers. Got me thinking, where did they all go? i swear when i was a youngen they were a dime a dozen. after a quick google search it appears others noticed this decline in 2010, so its been going on for awhile http://www.theherald.com.au/story/458232/where-have-the-sparrows-gone/ Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sallubrious Posted November 15, 2016 (edited) I noticed sparrows disappearing when I was around Newcastle in the late 80's - early 90's, by 2000 they were almost completely gone in some areas. The fuckwit responsible for introducing the indian myna's should be drawn, quartered, buggered and then shot. They were like cane toads, they failed to do what they were meant to and became an ecological catastrophe. They are a nasty piece of machinery with a social structure that almost equates to a hive mind. They work together in co-ordinated groups to systematically decimate other species. They push eggs out of nests, kill chicks and use all sorts of dirty tactics to smother nests. They have working patrol parties to guard their turf once they move in and set up shop. The poor little sparrow didn't stand a chance. Edited November 15, 2016 by Sallubrious 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Strontium Dawg Posted November 15, 2016 The only small birds I have ever seen stand up to mynah birds is the Willy wagtail. They are fierce. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Strontium Dawg Posted November 19, 2016 Great afternoon potting up cacti seedlings, planting other ethno plants in the garden, collecting seeds. Chillin now with Lil glaukus jnr, he's helping me remove seeds from pods while we groove to bayawaka. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
immanuel Posted November 20, 2016 (edited) a car? a flying car! Edited November 6, 2017 by manu 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
immanuel Posted November 23, 2016 (edited) and i think it is a funny feeling to make a vow, then forget it. i speak only to my own experience, it really is strange. Edited November 6, 2017 by manu Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ex-Cess'es Posted November 25, 2016 Do you know Do you get it Do you know your so special to me know that you are loved and please your mind for a minute so you can remember how good it is to be .. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ex-Cess'es Posted December 2, 2016 (edited) Tried this apparent new "Ginger" coke Because my mind is easily distracted from simple tasks as finding water for rehydration in a moment of desert level thirst but Why does ginger coca cola burn when I excrete it from the glands in my body that produce sweat , it's hot and my skin is burning like full body tiger balm rub interestinger and interestinger that's what you get i guess for trying new coke products something I normally refrain from consuming this does not happen with say Bundaberg ginger beer or ginger in foods etc has coca cola weaponised ginger in the ongoing campaign to take over the world with highly caffeinated beverages , it's chemical warfare fucking conspiracies left right and upper middle central Edited December 3, 2016 by fozzking I concur Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
DiscoStu Posted December 4, 2016 Man permanently thinks he is a glass of orange juice (or thinks he becomes an orange)[edit] Another common legend, again dating back to the 1960s, was that a man who took LSD went insane and permanently thought that he was a glass of orange juice. Because of this, he could never bend over, slept upright and did not make any sudden movements. Alternative versions sometimes have the man thinking he is a glass of milk or a whole orange. Another version of this myth states that the man believed he had become an orange, and was afraid he would be 'peeled' by his friends. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ex-Cess'es Posted December 4, 2016 I have heard a version of that story where the guy fried himself into thinking he was a sunflower and he would bloom in the morning with the sunrise and close up with the sunset having to be watered during the day by his parents Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
etherealdrifter Posted December 5, 2016 don't wear thongs when you land in melbzoid aireport and exit in the departure no-smoke zone because when it rains the ground becomes slippery wet from the the dude that drove the zamboni the day before making it clean for the tourist - and the top sheen it takes on is like the black ice in the black spur in the dandenong ranges and then you start to skate across the concrete as if you are in a disney movie 3 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
godless Posted December 7, 2016 gotta remember, I put beers in the freezer 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ex-Cess'es Posted December 7, 2016 (edited) posts about fairy bread have little to no intellectual benefit but fcuk it's tasty as tiny coloured balls of processed sugar could possibly be Edited December 9, 2016 by fozzking Fixed nonsense Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Sallubrious Posted December 9, 2016 Why is it the girl in the sandwich shop has to wear gloves when she makes a sanga but all the chefs on TV are allowed to handle each individual piece of food with their bare hands ? They may as well be shoving their fingers in the customers mouths. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
godless Posted December 16, 2016 well "steamrail 'lucky amber' amber ale"...you've just been eclipsed by Melbourne bitter. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
immanuel Posted December 17, 2016 (edited) .. Edited November 6, 2017 by manu Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
godless Posted December 18, 2016 I LOVE MELBOURNE, I LOVE VICTORIA, I LOVE LIVING IN THE CITY, I LOVE LIVING IN THE COUNTRY Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mapacho Posted December 18, 2016 “he that wrastleth with a turd shall be beshitt, fall he over or under”. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
etherealdrifter Posted December 25, 2016 Over 100 bags of 'fake rice' from China seized in Nigeria by Alex Linder in News on Dec 22, 2016 10:40 pm More than 100 bags of "fake rice" believed to have been smuggled in from China were seized on Monday in Nigeria. With Christmas and New Year holidays coming up, the price of rice has skyrocketed in the West African nation, creating an opportunity for unscrupulous entrepreneurs with access to plastic, or whatever these grains are made out of. According to the AFP, the 50-kilo bags of plastic rice were branded "Best Tomato Rice," but were not labeled with a date of manufacture. They were picked up in the city of Lagos and a senior Nigerian customs official suspected that the 102 bags were smuggled or shipped illegally to the port there from China. Officials warned residents that you really wouldn't want to eat this "rice." “Before now, I thought it was a rumour that the plastic rice is all over the country but with this seizure, I have been totally convinced that such rice exists,” a local customs controller told the Nigerian Observer. "We have done a preliminary analysis of the plastic rice. After boiling, it was sticky and only God knows what would have happened if people consumed it." Last year, plastic rice sold on the Chinese market reportedly found its way into various Asian countries, including India, Indonesia and Vietnam. While it appeared similar to actual rice, it was actually made from mixing potatoes, sweet potatoes and synthetic resin. Health experts warned that the fake grains could cause serious damage to the digestive system if consumed. However, a lengthy article from the rumor-busing website Snopes.com casts doubt on this purported plague of fake rice from China, finding little to no evidence for the vast majority of the claims that have caused panic around the world. Nigerian authorities have sent this latest batch of "fake rice" to be tested, so its composition currently remains unconfirmed. But apparently it looked authentic enough to trick BBC reporter Martin Patience who writes: Whoever made this fake rice did an exceptionally good job - on first impression it would have fooled me. When I ran the grains through my fingers nothing felt out of the ordinary. But when I smelt a handful of the "rice" there was a faint chemical odour. Customs officials say when they cooked up the rice it was too sticky - and it was then abundantly clear this was no ordinary batch. Anyway, just to be on the safe side, better to eat noodles than rice for Christmas this year. [images via BBC] 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
immanuel Posted December 28, 2016 (edited) .. Edited October 27, 2017 by manu Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Ex-Cess'es Posted January 4, 2017 (edited) The stone still sang in his hand, but not quite the way it had before. Now the melody, the thrum of power, seemed to be singing in his bones instead of over them. Every moment, he felt it in his heartbeat and in his head. With it came a strange quiet, a calm, one he trusted even less than the initial surge of power. The calm told him everything would be well. It cooed and soothed and steadied his heart and made him forget that anything was wrong, made him forget that he was holding the stone at all. That was the worst part. It was bound to his hand, and yet it hung at the outside of his senses; he had to fight to remember it was there with him. Inside of him. Every time he remembered, it was like waking from a dream, full of panic and fear, only to be dragged down into sleep again. In those brief moments of clarity, he wanted to claw free, break or tear or cut the stone from his skin. But he didn’t, because competing with that urge to cast it off was the equal, opposite desire to hold it close, to cling to its warmth as if he were dying of cold. He needed its strength. Now more than ever. Edited January 9, 2017 by fozzking Formatting issues Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
waterboy 2.0 Posted January 9, 2017 (edited) The Larsen C iceshelf has started to crack ......gunna be one hellava iceberg off Antarctica if it calves off Edited January 9, 2017 by waterboy 2.0 spellin 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites