spritzer Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 I make shit look pretty now and used to be in the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers Corps. I'm not an engineer either, does that qualify me to make cables too? Milspec!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smeggy Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 Milspec!!!!! i was built by Ray Samuels himself and I have the red marker on my ass to prove it! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deepak Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 I make shit look pretty now and used to be in the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers Corps. I'm not an engineer either, does that qualify me to make cables too? Smeggy old bean, my alma matter had the word "royal" in it, I have to say the Irish weren't too fond of that British-ism Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boomana Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 According to a box of business cards, I'm an Addictions Therapist supposedly utilizing Attachment Disorder Reparative Therapy. Ironically, last night, I had to leave my own group for a minute because I couldn't stop laughing while a 60-year-old patient presented her timeline. My professionalism is highly suspect on a few levels, but my god, she was funny...really really funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Voltron Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 According to a box of business cards, I'm an Addictions Therapist supposedly utilizing Attachment Disorder Reparative Therapy. Ironically, last night, I had to leave my own group for a minute because I couldn't stop laughing while a 60-year-old patient presented her timeline. My professionalism is highly suspect on a few levels, but my god, she was funny...really really funny. I guess that was about as close to a formal apology as you can muster right now. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Torpedo Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 ^ So you're a Broken Minds Engineer. Repairing neuronal interconnections, that would be good for ICs design Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naamanf Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boomana Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 I guess that was about as close to a formal apology as you can muster right now. ^ So you're a Broken Minds Engineer. Repairing neuronal interconnections, that would be good for ICs design I promise that no one wants me near their neuronal interconnections today or designing ics on any day. On the good side of things, however, I sought out some reparative therapy for myself this morning with a massage, pedicure, manicure, a nice meal while lounging, and a good dye job. I feel like the Tin Man, Straw Man, Lion, and Dorothy in the Emerald City: stuffed, buffed and feeling fine. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smeggy Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. ..for JBL and Reks of course Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Torpedo Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 I promise that no one wants me near their neuronal interconnections today or designing ics on any day. On the good side of things, however, I sought out some reparative therapy for myself this morning with a massage, pedicure, manicure, a nice meal while lounging, and a good dye job. I feel like the Tin Man, Straw Man, Lion, and Dorothy in the Emerald City: stuffed, buffed and feeling fine. LOL.. I'm an envious cat right now. My day didn't go that nice. Spent two and a half hours at my lawyer's office planning a lawsuit Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smeggy Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 have you ever been strangled over the internet, smeghead? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Voltron Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. Favorite post of the day, Dr. Evil. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Hopstretch Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 Pure class. Thank you for making my mundane day a little more surreal. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
philodox Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 You still have Vilmas number? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Voltron Posted September 12, 2008 Report Share Posted September 12, 2008 There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. ..for JBL and Reks of course Scrotum Wiki with pici Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grawk Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 Took my kid to hockey practice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
deepak Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 "A shaven human scrotum, which contains the testicles." Wikipedia you don't say... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
aerius Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 The details of my life are quite inconsequential... Interesting, are you related to Dr. Gizmo by any chance? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
909 Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 got a haircut. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knuckledragger Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 I did lights lights last night @ the club for the first time in about a month. That kept me up far later than I'd have liked. In spite of that, I got up entirely too early this morning and went to the lumber yard with the contractors. We bought a mess of 2x3"s and they built a temporary wall inside my living room. I went to the dentist. On the way back, I stopped at a local farm stand, and bought far more vegetables than I need (all I had was a $10, which buys a lot there apparently.) I stopped by my mum's house and gave some of my farm stand haul. I returned home and wrote the contractors a check for an enormous some of money. I made a small dinner and chatted with my housemate for a minute. I briefly considered watching Where in the World is Osama Bin Laden? but the weight of my own eyelids was crushing me. I went to "lie down" for a minute and woke up 5 hours later. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ingwe Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 yawn... stretch.... still in bed; the day awaits! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyrion Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 Did another 18 miler this morning. On the road at 3:45 am. One more 21 miler and then the marathon. I will be glad when this is over. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grawk Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 gave the suburban a tuneup. Nothing like replacing a distributor cap and spark plugs before breakfast to make you feel like a man's man Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guzziguy Posted September 13, 2008 Report Share Posted September 13, 2008 gave the suburban a tuneup. Nothing like replacing a distributor cap and spark plugs before breakfast to make you feel like a man's man You have to set the points to be a real man's man. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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