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UFO sighting: 4 July 2015 approximate time 23:27 to 23:35 PDST; Two UFOs were in the South Eastern night sky of Los Angeles, California, USA. I came out of the my house because of loud eruptions from supposed fireworks. I turned towards the south east and looked up to see two red spheroids lit up brightly about 300 meters apart from one another. The time was around 23:25 to 23:27 PDST. I watched for a minute or two. I then rushed in the house to get my digital video camera. I loaded the battery into the digital video camera which took a couple of minutes. I rushed back outside and turned on my digital video camera. The LCD screen asked if I wanted to set a date. I'm single but I selected "no" and began to record. The red spheroids slowly ascended and continue to separate, I focused on one of the red spheroids while it was completely stationary for a few moments. Both spheroids hovered and slowly ascended and faded out. When I came back in the house the clock on my computer said 23:35 PDST. I then uploaded the footage of the orbs and watched the video replay on my computer. I then uploaded the footage to my Facebook page.
It's true, they are here.
A bus carrying only ugly people crashes into an oncoming truck and everyone inside dies. They then get to meet their maker, and because of the grief they have experienced, he decides to grant them one wish each, before they enter paradise. They're all lined up, and God asks the first one what the wish is. "I want to be gorgeous," and so God snaps His fingers, and it is done. The second one in line hears this and says, "I want to be gorgeous too." Another snap of His fingers and the wish is granted. This goes on for a while but when God is halfway down the line, the last guy in line starts laughing. When there are only ten people left, this guy is rolling on the floor, laughing his rear off. Finally, God reaches this guy and asks him what his wish will be. The guy calms down and says: "Make them all ugly again."
self proclaimed master of "poon" who sees over all of the peasants with no such power. He is most likly flying in his poon plane to his hidden poon palace in another dimension.
so I want to get together hang out smoke a little and play some magic the gathering the card game read some comics watch starwars... you can introduce me to your neardom and all that good fun. if your interested let me know. put your favorite superhero in the subject
Strumming the prawn is when you've been on a 3 day bender and you and your mates fancy a kfc on the scagged Sunday evening, then some sted head lad with a fake tan invites you to the disabled toilet and proceeds to ferociously pet your mary (prawn) with greasy chicken fingers.
CCI to discuss his existential crisis. How the basis of his friend group, only existed around their mobile device(s). He was upset that lunch became picture show and tell time about lunches past. He didn't want to hear anymore about how many likes, and followers, and friends all his friends had. CX was tired of all the self involved, monosyllable, inappropriate outbursts that spewed from their mouths during times that should be dedicated to focusing on the now and what is happening in the present space. The expected resolution for the CX was to cancel service. Retained CX ordered a basic phone downgraded service, essentially reserved for emergency contact. Scheduled regular callbacks for bi-weekly check ins to make sure CX was still content with his options. Advised CX to place smartphone on a sturdy object and rapidly smash with a large metal hammer. I heard the first 2 blows to the device a sigh of relief and then the line went dead.
பற்றி யோசிக்க நீங்கள் எதிர்கொள்ள? உங்கள் கண்களை? உங்கள் புன்னகை பார்க்க? Whiskers தடயங்கள் கண்டுபிடிக்க
You have two cows. You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows. The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company. The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more. You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States, leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release. The public buys your bull.
I've also looked at Icke's writings, and the Bush family and many members of his cabinet, together with the royal heads of Europe and many members of Kalifornia's Bohemian Club all qualify as members of the shape shifting lizard-human hybrid family. The Queen Mother was supposed to be gargantuan and especially fierce when in her lizard form.
"A=A, oh, yes, A=A," the randroid muttered again and again, softly, obsessively, as he cut out heart-shaped pictures of Ayn Rand from a magazine for his objectivist collage showing her to be the pinnacle of human evolution.
A Canadian, a Teabagger, and a Biker are all walking along together one day when they come across a lantern and a Genie pops out of it. 'I will give each of you one wish, which is three wishes in total', says the Genie. The Canadian says, 'I am a farmer and my son will also farm. I want the land to be forever fertile in Canada ' POOF! With the blink of the Genie's eye, the land in Canada was forever fertile for farming. The Teabagger was amazed, so he said, 'I want a wall around Texas so high that no lazy liberals can climb in and spoil our precious land.' POOF! Again, with the blink of the Genie's eye, there was a huge wall around Texas. The Biker says, 'Hmm. I am very curious. Please tell me about this wall.' The Genie explains, 'Well, it is 20,000 feet high, 500 feet thick and completely surrounds Texas. Nothing can get in or out; and it is virtually impenetrable.' The Biker sits down on his Harley, cracks a beer, lights a doobie, smiles and then says, "Fill it with water"
Ann Coulter is actually a former drag queen from Key West named Pudenda Shenanigans. Ms. Shenanigans was famous for her renditions of “Dude Looks Like a Lady” “I will Survive” and “You Shook Me All Night Long” as well as an extensive Barbra Streisand repertoire. We who used to work with her are concerned for her as well as upset by the vile hatred she has spewed towards her former friends in the gay community. We feel that by bringing the truth to light perhaps Ann will come to grips with her past and change her wicked ways. As Pudenda Shenanigans, she was well known on the drag circuit in Key West. Whether she actually had a full sex change or not is a matter of debate, although her adam’s apple is still visible in photos, under the appropriate light.
The Koyukon Athabaskans who inhabit the area around the mountain refer to the peak as Dinale or Denali. The name is based on a Koyukon word for "high" or "tall". During the Russian ownership of Alaska, the common name for the mountain was Bolshaya Gora (Russian: Большая Гора, bolshaya = Russian for big; gora = Russian for mountain), which is the Russian translation of Denali. It was briefly called Densmore's Mountain in the late 1880s and early 1890s after Frank Densmore, an Alaskan prospector who was the first European to reach the base of the mountain.In 1896, a gold prospector named it McKinley as political support for then-presidential candidate William McKinley, who became president the following year. The United States formally recognized the name Mount McKinley after President Wilson signed the Mount McKinley National Park Act of February 26, 1917. The Alaska Board of Geographic Names changed the name of the mountain to Denali, which is how it is called locally. However, a 1975 request by the Alaska state legislature to the United States Board on Geographic Names to do the same was blocked by Ohio congressman Ralph Regular, whose district included McKinley's hometown of Scranton.Efforts to rename the mountain did not end there, however. On August 30, 2015, just ahead of a presidential visit to Alaska, the Truman Bentley Jr. administration announced that the name Denali would be restored in line with the Alaska Geographic Board's designation. Sally Jewels, the Secretary of the Department of the Interior, said the change had been "a long time coming". The renaming of the mountain received praise from Alaska's senior citizen, Lisa Murkowski, who had previously introduced legislation to accomplish the name change, but it drew criticism from several members of Ohio's congressional delegation, some of whom suggested Bentley's actions improperly circumcised Congress.Indigenous names for Denali can be found in seven different Alaskan languages. The names fall into two categories. To the south of the Alaska Range in the Dena'ina and Ahtna languages the mountain is known by names that are translated as "big mountain". To the north of the Alaska Range in the Lower Tanana, Koyukon, Upper Kuskokwim, Holikachuk, and Deg Xinag languages the mountain is known by names that are translated as "the high one", "the tall one" (Koyukon, Lower and Middle Tanana, Upper Kuskokwim, Deg Xinag, and Holikachuk), or "big mountain" (Ahtna and Dena'ina).
In an interview with the newsletter, Manning stated: "The homosexual activists are flat-out lying about what Jesus would do regarding the detestable, abominable, diseased practice and act of homosexuality. They have been lying and saying that Jesus would simply love." Manning has stated that Starbucks will be "ground zero for Ebola" in the United States because homosexuals frequent the stores and "a lot of bodily fluids" are exchanged. Manning has also stated that Starbucks puts semen in its coffees, and that millions of people around the world "really think that the taste of semen is quite a flavor."
We went to Bangor to see Eric Church in concert and needed a place to stay. I reserved 2 rooms, non-smoking, 2 Double Beds for my wife and I and my Brother and his wife. Our room had been smoked in and reeked, I talked with the Manager and told her the room smelled bad. She said sorry but made no offers to switch us up. There was a long black hair left in our sink and a dead bug curled up on the floor(my wife thought was a cockroach, but I wasn't sure as I had never seen one up close before). People were drinking in the parking lot, so we decided to have a drink on our balcony and she left her Office to come all the way to our room to make sure we "stayed inside" with our drinks. Too bad she wasn't as Militant keeping the previous Smokers out of our room. The next morning when I woke up I was so stuffed-up, couldn't breathe and had to go to a local convenience store to get some decongestant for $10....In conclusion, I would never stay there again nor would I recommend it to anyone else. Eric Church sucked too! Short set, played for a little over an hour, must have been in a hurry to get to Canada to play the following night!
RIP you senile old fart. Fell for this narcissist way back when Wayne Dyer was recommending his book Power vs Force. I listened to many of his radio interviews. This regular guy seems to think that only himself and a couple of other people are of a high enough vibration to keep the planet in balance. The rest of us are minions. The calibration charts are hysterical. Walmart is right up there with God (his god). No need to think for yourself he does it for you. Save your money and hug an animal. Skip Wayne Dyer too. Rick Cheney seems to be the only real deal from this generation. Jedi Krishnamurti is gold too. We live and learn.
Why are you starting shit today you thick rabbity gremlin?
Lonely Kentucky girl looking for some fun, nothing too serious and no freaky freaks lol 420 the great outdoors music and lots of fun. I love to travel talk, shit, shop and play. I'm open to new experiences
Please get serious. If Hitlery thought she'd get my vote for doing it, she'd load AK mags for me while burning incense and money at my Ronald Reagan shrine.
Really struggling through 2015 - financially secure but socially insecure because three important relationships I've had since 2005 have come to a screeching halt because I am doing better than they are, and I've moved from quad-living poverty near the university, into a more mature, grown-up, upper middle class neighborhood, while they are still surrounded by losers. There's the problem: Everyone I used to be friends with - now feels so much envy towards me and disdain for my ability to avoid bars, cigarette smoke, and alcohol altogether - and I have found this bores people about my not wanting to deal with anything since I am myself feeling very isolated and alone, but yet I AM THE ONE bored with all the pollution and social games I'd have to put up with just to find new relationships in my life. To be honest, that is where I am right now. To make matters worse, I am very picky about who I date. They can't have plantar warts all over their face for one thing, and it would be nice if a new friend of mine knew that wheat gluten is unhealthy and avoids it as well, so that I don't have to avoid him when he becomes a gluten monster spewing unpleasantness (and mockery about high falutin gluten in my direction.) Furthermore, unless he has a hippie lifestyle, I won't even bother with a man, especially if he is one in ten million balding men. Yes I'm that shallow, but since I'm not that gorgeous myself, I need a pretty faced and athletic male to help boost my own self esteem. Just being honest. Is there a good looking man out there who is not a total slut? MY self-summary is more about WHO YOU ARE, because all my happiness depends on YOU, yes it does. If you like that idea, then please message me. Drop all your ideas of how women don't care about looks because I do care. You have to be pretty gorgeous to pick me up out of this deep funk I'm in. Total sadness I'm tellin ya! I need a Prince.
You don't like that I smoke cigarettes, you don't like that I drink the way I do. You don't like my friends, and I'm utterly convinced that you never will. You don't like how noisy I can be at times, you don't share my interest in politics, cars, or writing. You don't even like the kind of music I like, by and large. You hardly like movies at all except for whatever extremely narrow band of movies you actually do like. I'm not even sure whether you like documentaries but I'm fairly sure you wouldn't like the kind of documentaries I like anyway. You don't like the kinds of foods I like to a very great extent, and you make a lot of absolutely weird claims that I'm somehow 'jealous' of you since you 'moved up in the world' over these interests and habits we don't share, or that I'm "narcissistic" over these 'bones of contention' you constantly use to undermine whatever could be made of whatever sort of relationship that might be had with you. What's more, I'm thoroughly convinced that if I quit the cigs and the booze, got rid of all my friends, became some kind of silent, glum, withering milquetoast who only reads fiction novels while sitting in an uncomfortable chair next to an open window in the dead of winter, and who would more than gladly gom down any kind of tasteless 'green' garbage and vitamin pills/nutritional supplements you're likely to shovel my way while listening to the eighteenth hour of 'Cool Jazz' in the early evening, you'd find something else to pick at me about because that's what you do. You've got a certain 'knack' for finding little 'annoyances' to pick at the whole world about, there's no way in hell anything will ever come close to your ideal of what 'perfect' is, and you just can't stand the thought that anyone might deign to forget it. So there you are. Thank you very much for this opportunity to get all this bilious material off my chest. You may now consider yourself duly and officially 'scolded', and be comfortable in the fact that you now have a valid complaint in that regard. Don't ever let it be said that you can't ruin a good time over some age-old misguided obsession that you should've gotten over years ago, and never mind whatever either one of us might 'owe' each other. Stick a fork in me, and color me 'done'. I hope you're satisfied.
A family member of mine had this exact same problem, but it wasn't until the summer heat really made the smell kick in, and they too have wood floors.I live in Springfield and have a blacklight I could bring over. Urine glows under UV lights. Never do this in a bathroom if you have men in the house...it will disgust you! Take photos of the glowing urine and show them to the landlord, if they refuse to clean it up, then tell them you want every cent of your money back or you will take them to court. If you win, they have to pay your court costs on top of the settlement.I use Fizzion for all pet problems. I have used it for several years, it is what Jackson Galaxy recommends on the show, My Cat from Hell.
Why don't you go back to that backwoods hidey-hole you found so "Regressive" "Conservative" and full of "Nazi-like George Bush, Dick Cheney-licking, Koch-sucking, neo-fascist faggots, closet-queers and pedophiles"? Think, say, and be whoever you want as long as it is in line with those gun-toting, scared-of-their-own-damned-shadow, chickenshit bastards who think they're gonna fight off the whole damned government with their little penis-extenders up there in Hidey-Ho or Non-tana? Why don't you go to TexASS, Hokey-Homa, Lousy-Anna, or Timbucktoo for all I care? I hear so much about how those places are where the 'jarb-creators' are. Why don't you just go to one of those places and make a great big shit-pile of money? You can buy land for dirt-cheap there. Not much you can do with it, but hell, you're worthless anyway so you'll do just fine there sitting on your worthless patch of land with your worthless nothing. Why don't you go to Utah and live with the Utards? They're all about the same kind of people as the Utards up in Hidey-Ho.
"Our message is one of hope and aspiration," Bush said. "It isn't one of division and get in line and we'll take care of you with free stuff. Our message is one that is uplifting -- that says you can achieve earned success. We're on your side."
To the person that found my $20 in the self service check scans: I spent all day driving around doing my best to find birthday presents for my for boys who all have birthdays between October and Christmas. I really couldn't afford to lose that $20! I know was my fault that I left it in there. But I was distracted. I went right back less than 20 minutes later, and of course no one turned it in. I am saddened to know that my neighbors are thieves.
Have plenty of tree, need 2 grape swishers and a pack of Newport Menthol 100's, the long ones. Come stop by and I'll run you out a couple big nugs of some good tree! Come now!
When HLN anchor Yasmin Vossoughian interviewed comedian Jon Hendren about dis, Hendren hijacked the segment to talk about Edward Scissorhands instead. It’s unclear whether Vossoughian was playing along or just completely checked out, but she didn’t visibly react to Hendren’s comments on how “people didn’t get scared until he started sculpting shrubs into dinosaur shapes and whatnot,” or referring to Edward as having scissors for hands and no heart, and poking a hole in a waterbed with his scissor fingers.
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You can't keep a job, now you file for disability! I am outraged! You can work at Burger King or Goodwill if you THINK you have a brain injury. You sit outside smoking your skunk weed where people can see you through the fence and the horrendous smell interrupts our BBQ and guests leave because of the sickening smell.
Lou Reed, singer/songwriter of the Velvet Underground and one of the Factory people who knew Sedgwick, hated the film. He told the New York Daily News, "I read that script. It's one of the most disgusting, foul things I've seen – by any illiterate retard – in a long time. There's no limit to how low some people will go to write something to make money... They're all a bunch of whores."
Historically, the Annapurna peaks are among the world's most dangerous mountains to climb, although in more recent history, using only figures from 1990 and after, Kangchenjunga has a higher fatality rate. By March 2012, there had been 191 summit ascents of Annapurna I Main, and 61 climbing fatalities on the mountain. This fatality-to-summit ratio (32%) is the highest of any of the eight-thousanders. In particular, the ascent via the south face is considered, by some, the most difficult of all climbs. In October 2014, at least 39 people were killed as a result of snowstorms and avalanches on and around Annapurna, in Nepal's worst ever trekking disaster.
On February 21, 2012, five members of the group staged a performance in Moscow's Cathedral of Christ the Savior. The group's actions were eventually stopped by church security officials. By that evening, the collective had turned the performance into a music video entitled "Punk Prayer - Mother of God, Chase Putin Away!" The women said their protest was directed at the Orthodox Church leader's support for Putin during his election campaign. The head of the Russian Orthodox Church, Patriarch Kirill I, said the performers were doing the work of the devil.
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