Friday Thoughts
I’ve been reading “The Fountainhead” by Ayn Rand. It’s a very good book so far. On page 190 I got to this:
He raised his head, as he thought of it, to look down at the door, at the foot of the door. There was nothing. It was late in the afternoon, probably past the time of the last delivery. He raised his wrist to glance at his watch; he saw his bare wrist; the watch had been pawned.
OMG LMFAO n00b’s watch got P@WNED!!!
In other news I was sitting here at work wondering who would win in a fight, a lion or a tiger. I googled it and came up with this page. It gives an interesting account of a circus act gone wild:
Seated next to a tiger, the lion is composed. The tiger, on the other hand, is usually nervous and apprehensive.
The tiger does not seem to have the lion’s capacity for calm analysis and appraisal. This puts him at a disadvantage in a fight with a lion.”
Beatty recalled his experience with a lion named “Sultan the First” who once took on every tiger in his act and defeated them one after another.
“It was an amazing performance since my entire entourage consisted of big, young powerful animals. So these were not pushovers that Sultan defeated. This remarkable lion, feinting like a clever boxer and making his opponents miss, would then send the off-balance enemy sprawling across the arena with a tremendous clout.”
I have my answer. I love Google.
Who would win in a fight between a liger and a lion?
Google helps to make my world go round.
When animals/plants are “cross-bred” you either get a stronger being with the best of both or weaker…what is the case with ligers?
I guess I should google it!!
I heard that some Cuban guys and some Vietnamese got into a fight at Meijers warehouse. I can’t remember who won though. It all started when the Cubans were making fun of the Vietnamese’s slanty eyes and they said something back, probably “At least we don’t travel by inner tube mufucka!” This was a few years ago. I’m running out of stories to tell so I’m rehashing old ones.
No.
more like…OUCH!
HAHA that’s some funny shit, Mexi.
Faye, I was kidding about the liger, haven’t you seen Napolean Dynamite?
more times than I like to remember…it is a weekly must see in my house…
I know you were kidding… 🙂
I thought Ligers were only breed for their skills in Magic!
what’s interesting is…a cat born to a tiger father and lion mother is a Tigon and to a tiger mother and lion father is a Liger.
watching them mate….Magic!
My kink is watching Dolphins do Killer Whales. That is some hot aquatic mamal love. Way better than pigs and elephants…
http://www-cgi.cnn.com/2005/TECH/science/04/15/wholphin.birth.ap/
Fluffy!!!
from this article
Who first?
Hey Mexigogue, when are you gonna hold “boobie wars” again.
Aw man. I saw this chick last night. . . Her breasts were so big. . If they were filled with helium she would have floated up and got caught in the ceiling fan. The Boobie Wars was an impromptu thing, it kind of just came about. Things need to kin of just fall into place.
Ok I give up dude. Who are you?
Hey Mexi, call me and tell me what you were talking about on my voicemail
And Boobie Wars can only be held once a year, so I’m still reigning champion for a little while longer I think
Hey Nice Rack! ( . )( . )
There’s a karaoke contest this woman at my job was telling me about. It’s at this hick bar and whoever wins each week qualifies for the final contest on May 2. THAT prize is $5,000. Today is the last night possible for qualifying.
What do you mean call you on the phone? I don’t like talking on the phone. I’m not good at it and I never know when the end of the conversation is supposes to be and how to lead to the end of it. In a blog comment when I’m done talking I just hit post.
That’s why I write notes to you even when we’re in the same room.
I’m not going to some hick bar for a karaoke contest. You know I only sing when I can set the equipment to make myself sound better.
Well then let’s go to Deja Vu and look at the naked chicks!
wait…I missed “boobie wars?” gotta get ready for the next time things “fall into place”
Some of the DeJaVu boobies are too small…especially when they take a tip…lol
Howard Roark laughed…
Gail Wynand put a gun to his head…
Dominique is a stand-in for Vesta Dunning.
Don’t fuck with Dagny. She packs a rod in her purse and will FUCK YOU UP with it.
The Fountainhead is an awesome book.
I’m no good on the phone either. When they answer, I just start talking about whatever I called about (I don’t say “hi, howyadoin” or anything) and then when I am done, I just hang up. If they still have anything important to tell me, they’ll call me back and if they won’t take the trouble to call me back, it wasn’t important.
I don’t have a land line, and I think the most minutes I’ve ever had on my cell bill is like 68 minutes. In a month.