My co-workers are.
One flash of lighting and a roll of thunder and all of them are freaking out.
"Oh noooo, I hope it doesn't hit our work. wahhh"
Bitch this is Idaho, it happens all the time. Shut up.
Ok. End of rant.
How the hell is everyone today.
Let's talk about sex life.
Pussies? They go through a lot more than testicles. So, instead of calling them something strong that takes a beating and can push out a 6 - 9 pound baby, call them something soft that hangs on the outside and is extremely sensitive to any touch, be it with a lot of force or not.
Ah, Very smart thinking.
Originally Posted by Beatrix
I like the way you think.
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And. now I can't figure out how to change the title....
Originally Posted by Valendane
On another note, I worked in a metal factory one time as a part time gig, and that night we had a severe thunderstorm roll in...
So yeah, lost power, so we're in this factory filled with metal and shit, lots of dangerous equipment, all just fucking around. Rain starts coming down in torrents, and the way the warehouse was set up, it was actually flooding inside, and filling up this low spot. At one point, lightning struck the roof, sending showers of blue sparked falling down on us.
Next day I watched the news, and come to find out, there was actually a small tornado that had passed nearby where the warehouse was. If that shit would have come through where we were, we'd have all been impaled with a shitload of fucking metal, effectively turning that area into a massive fucking projectile cluster fuck.
We had fun though.