Did you know that one of the 6 things that humans need the most is Love?
Food, water, and a suitable place to take a shit were not on the list.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Did you know that one of the 6 things that humans need the most is Love?
Food, water, and a suitable place to take a shit were not on the list.
Our recommended reading list included several books by Tony Robbins.
The only way they could have made this worse for someone like me is if they had held the training at a water park.
Did you know that one of the 6 things that humans need the most is Love?
You read my list!
I explained in my letter to management that I researched the trainers, and discovered that they were probably unqualified to visit JPL on a public tour.
What kind of sensitive new age fuckery were you meant to glean from this rock bondage class?
Heh. There has to be a way to market barbs like this.
So I just watched Black Swan and the thought I'm stuck on is this: Can you imagine Aleph when he's old enough, watching this and thinking, "this is how my parents met?!"
The only way they could have made this worse for someone like me is if they had held the training at a water park.
I am laughing way too hard at this.
Le Nubian does NOT do water parks.
at all.
EVER.
The rock is telling me to kill.
Yep, I would have gone with that. Or I would have announced that the rock had told me it needed souls. Fresh, bloody souls.
Dudes, I am pretty okay with ridiculous woo-woo sensitive new age fuckery, and I had been stuck in that class, I would have laughed in their faces.
Skipping way way too much (man, I miss skimming) in order to share this: [link]
That baby has the unalloyed jolly going on. It's a pure jolly.
I am not entirely shure how I would have reacted to that class. I hope, however, that now that I've been prepared, that I'll do Allyson and the rest of the Buffistas proud.
My god, I just had the longest passel of nightmares involving forced animal trait mutation and some very dubious bonding practices (but no rock). And then I wake up and it's one fucking o'clock? Do you have any idea how many people I just killed with my bare hands (that wasn't the bad part of the dream), and the night isn't even half over? Dear god.
If I hadn't bailed before lunch, I would have discovered whether I am an owl, lion, peacock, or lamb.
Did the lions get to eat the lambs for lunch?
I explained in my letter to management that I researched the trainers, and discovered that they were probably unqualified to visit JPL on a public tour.
That is hilarious. What was this training course supposed to do for you?