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Nah, just sounds like someone who's too shitty to buy their own underwear.

I dunno man, that tends to put people on my nut bar radar....
Pretty sure it's in the DSM somewhere.

I'm certainly not pegging them for a sane individual either way.

Speaking of sanity, I could really use some quality human interaction. And some spicy chicken curry...

Indeed.

Hit tinder and go down to your local Indian restaurant of well-repute for a rando curry and a chat?
Could be a rad experiment?
"Just curry. And no, curry is not code."

Could also be the worst thing ever, but you know....

Weeks ago I received a summer promotional offer from Google: Try YouTube Red for 99 cents and get a whole summer of YouTube ad-free. ---I thought, "Cool, I hate advertising and it's stealing precious moments of everyone's lives. I should probably take advantage of this offer."

---So I finally got around to clicking the link in my e-mail, and on the ordering page, it asks, "Would you like to use the card ending in xxxx on file?" I'm baffled by this. So I go to my YouTube account and look at my history. I streamed 2001: A Space Odyssey in December 2012 off YouTube, so I could complete a paper for my Kubrick class.

Google saved my credit card for over 3 years. Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! Fuck you, Google.

Last night, I was feeling pretty good. Was chatting online with girl I lost touch with, watching some good movies...then i couldn't fall asleep until 7:30 in the goddamn morning. Had a stupidly busy day at work, still dealing with the recent death of a friend, and just generally feeling like shit tonight. These goddamn violent shifts of mood are really fucking wearing on me. The lack of sleep isn't helping. Ugh.

Iommic Pope wrote:I just spent an hour removing my own vasectomy stitches from my bruised up nutsack. Doesn't look 100% like shit has closed up yet and I smashed my fucking phone screen in the process.

Wait.

What the fuck?!

There's an app for that?

I got the curry. It filled the hole in my stomach and at least some of the whole in my heart.

Gone Fission wrote:

Iommic Pope wrote:I just spent an hour removing my own vasectomy stitches from my bruised up nutsack. Doesn't look 100% like shit has closed up yet and I smashed my fucking phone screen in the process.

Wait.

What the fuck?!

There's an app for that?

I was using the torch on it when it fell off the basin.
If only there was a home surgery app...

Iommic Pope wrote:I was using the torch on it when it fell off the basin.

That's the name of our new band:

The Electric Nutsack Torch

Electric Nutsack and His Home Operations

Siri: Genital Torturer General

Iommic Pope wrote:Indeed.

Hit tinder and go down to your local Indian restaurant of well-repute for a rando curry and a chat?
Could be a rad experiment?
"Just curry. And no, curry is not code."

Could also be the worst thing ever, but you know....

Incidentally, I was on Tinder at work and some chick was hitting me up to "hook up" but it seemed weird in the sense that it was probably really five dudes looking to mug me.

Oooh, yeah....that's no good.
You got your curry though, so that's pretty rad.

Oh yes.

This interview sucks so bad it makes me hurt.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4AgvZOw9O0[/youtube]

but I'm having whiskey and pudding, no more of this thread...