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RedLion:
Cock.

A group of friends of mine are renting out a house for the summer; today they're having a housewarming party, so yesterday they were cleaning up the place (it's kind of a dump, in honesty) to make it somewhat presentable. I was helping them out. In the basement was a tank filled with gasoline, for unknown reasons. My friends Seth and Nate were attempting to bring it up the stairs. Nate happened to put his hand underneath the tank and right onto a mound of spider eggs, with the "mama" spider sitting on them, which shot up Nate's arm, so Nate of course dropped his end of the canister, causing Seth to drop his. The top of the tank broke off, and the basement was flooded with a dozen gallons of gasoline.

I stayed there until 4 in the morning helping them sop it up with this gas-absorbing sand stuff.

I showered for 45 minutes last night, but this morning I still smell like I just took a bath in a barrel of gas.

Barmymoo:
On the plus-side you have a hellof exciting story to tell.

I don't know how much use this'll be (since you aren't upholstery) but I found this which might help a little. Actually there are lots of sites that offer advice on how to get rid of gasoline odours. Yay for the internet I guess.

Johnny C:
I moshed so fucking hard last night guys. I'm sad it's gone but at the same time it was fucking incredible. The last night there was as fun and as beautiful and as glorious and as tragic as any night I've ever been, but nestled in this kind of bliss that made it feel like it wouldn't ever end, that I would step out into the street and the Manhattan Room would come with me.

And I know, really, that it will. Every time a kid puts on a denim vest with a patch, every time someone plays a sloppy power chord and grins like it's the greatest noise in the world, every time that someone gets drunk on Calgary, every time that someone pulls someone else up in a mosh pit, every time there is so much as a millisecond of mutual recognition between two punks, every time that someone feels like they're a part of something and that it's great and that others must feel it too and so no-one can take it away from them, then that's the Manhattan Room.

The 'Hat is dead, motherfuckers. Long live the 'Hat.

yelley:

--- Quote from: tommydski on 01 Jun 2008, 02:49 ---This thread was a terrible idea.

What's wrong with you people? Don't you all got blogs?

--- End quote ---

i have a blog. it is for knitting and crocheting and other yarn endeavors. it is not a place for lamenting bad haircuts and worrying about my childish boyfriend's nutrition.

Rolling20s:
Doing some house-type work today. Mowing the lawn, cleaning, etc. The wife and I planted our garden yesterday. It's a little late in the season, but the weather has been a lot cooler lately, so hopefully our produce will, well, produce. We're trying to cut down on our food spending as much as possible, and the fresh veggies from the garden will help a lot in that regard.

Also, I'm spending some time setting up a web server for the first time. I've got a project that will, long-term, begin paying the bills so I can make it my full-time job. I've never set up a server or anything like that before, so it's bound to be interesting, especially once I get to the web design portion of the project.

Finally, I'm working on a D&D campaign. I haven't played in a few years, but the new 4th Edition rules come out at the end of this week, so some buddies and I will be getting together every Friday night to play. I've got the framework of the world mostly established, but I need to fill everything in. I've got until the beginning of July before we start, so that should be enough time to get things together and plant some good adventure hooks.

Anyway, off to mow!

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