The Goat Pen

Agreed. The dress code? Is that a hill to die on at the start of your career?

This is why you don't give out trophies to every fucking kid that plays a sport or tell them they are special all the time.

Hey kid you got some experience all right. Learn from it.

had a head on collision last night about midnight at the end of my street. Too far away for me to hear the crash but they had to bring in the air ambulance to lift them out.

Its kind of surreal being woke up from a dead sleep of a helicopter flying in about 200 feet above your house. Gave me some kind of fucked up vietnam war dream

if you have a google account

go to www.google.com/myactivity

My Google searches are kind of boring...but I guess I applaud their transparency since we already know that they categorize and catalog our data. It's the real value of Google, besides their brand name.

yea, I was looking at mine and other than some youtube videos that were kind of fun, it was kind of depressing to see what I do on the internet on a daily basis

eCat wrote:
Its kind of surreal being woke up from a dead sleep of a helicopter flying in about 200 feet above your house.

Not if you lived next to hedge

When I lived in DC, I was a direct hit at an intersection when one car failed to stop at a stop sign. It was pretty brutal. Luckily it wasn't a direct T-bone, one car slammed into the back end (perpendicularly) of the other car and it when careening over onto the sidewalk. Glad I wasn't standing there...

I'm not.

Had a 9 month old heavy Crown Vic. A 77 Camaro ran a stop sign went across 3 lanes and T-boned me at an estimated 35 miles per hour (according to the insurance company). Broke both of my axles and the only door I could get out of was the rear passenger door. Sore but nothing broken. Give me big heavy cars.

(of course, her cancellation of her insurance was supposedly in the mail which she didn't receive for 7 days)

10ac wrote:I'm not.

A

solid A

head on crash my chevy Malibu which I had for a week against a Cadillac --I fell asleep at the wheel going to work 3rd shift 1978--totaled both still have scar on my forehead hitting the windshield and two on my knees when the front dash crunched them

swore off qualudes from that day forward I just thank god I didnt hurt the other guy

I think Elon Musk is a brilliant man but there is no way I'd trust his technology enough to watch a movie in a car going 80mph on autopilot.

Dude was pretty much decapitated I guess when his Tesla had the roof sheared off going under a Semi truck crossing its path

eCat wrote:I think Elon Musk is a brilliant man but there is no way I'd trust his technology enough to watch a movie in a car going 80mph on autopilot.

Dude was pretty much decapitated I guess when his Tesla had the roof sheared off going under a Semi truck crossing its path

You gotta break a few eggs before you can make an omelette.

Edison said the same thing about the electric chair

eCat wrote:I think Elon Musk is a brilliant man but there is no way I'd trust his technology enough to watch a movie in a car going 80mph on autopilot.

Dude was pretty much decapitated I guess when his Tesla had the roof sheared off going under a Semi truck crossing its path

Not even anal porn? You wouldn't even know you were decapitated.

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The white man swung his head, one eye half closed, his lip loose. His gunbelt lay coiled on the ground. He reached and drew the revolver and cocked it. Four men rose and moved away.

You aim to shoot me? said the black.

You dont get your black ass away from this fire I'll kill you graveyard dead.

He looked to where Glanton sat. Glanton watched him. He put the pipe in his mouth and rose and took up the apishamore and folded it over his arm.

Is that your final say?

Final as the judgement of God.

The black looked once more across the flames at Glanton and then he moved away in the dark. The white man uncocked the revolver and placed it on the ground before him. Two of the others came back to the fire and stood uneasily. Jackson sat with his legs crossed. One hand lay in his lap and the other was outstretched on his knee holding a slender black cigarillo. The nearest man to him was Tobin and when the black stepped out of the darkness bearing the bowieknife in both hands like some instrument of ceremony Tobin started to rise. The white man looked up drunkenly and the black stepped forward and with a single stroke swapt off his head.

Two thick ropes of dark blood and two slender rose like snakes from the stump of his neck and arched hissing into the fire. The head rolled to the left and came to rest at the expriest's feet where it lay with eyes aghast. Tobin jerked his foot away and rose and stepped back. The fire steamed and blackened and a gray cloud of smoke rose and the columnar arches of blood slowly subsided until just the neck bubbled gently like a stew and then that too was stilled. He was sat as before save headless, drenched in blood, the cigarillo still between his fingers, leaning toward the dark and smoking grotto in the flames where his life had gone.

Glanton rose. The men moved away. No one spoke. When they set out in the dawn the headless man was sitting like a murdered anchorite discalced in ashes and sark. Someone had taken his gun but the boots stood where he'd put them. The company rode on. They had not gone forth one hour upon that plain before they were ridden upon by the Apaches.

Cormac is my favorite Vol. 10ac is a close second.