Yeah. I like snakes, but I dislike most snake owners. Make that reptile owners. Or I guess most "unusual pet" owners in the first place, who seem to only care for having something that others don't have.
I've never owned a snake. I've worked with them, cared for them, but never owned them. The only reason I'm taking her on is because I love snakes and she was confiscated by an agent in the neighboring state. Some asshat was breeding her nonstop, this is her after being fattened up. She and five other snakes were confiscated. Just a reminder you cannot breed and sell native wildlife in most states.
I've never felt the need to own a snake, I prefer to see them in nature.This makes it sound like I'm begrudgingly taking her on. That's not the case. I'm already smitten. How could you not love that darling face?
I have no idea. I'm sure there are regulations on it depending on the state you live in. I suggest you contact your state's Department of Conservation/Wildlife/Natural Resources or your local University extension office. Here it is illegal to breed native snakes for food.
Normally, I make hard, chewy brownies (which I do like), but I tried a new recipe that ended in soft, rich, fall-apart in your hands brownies that are so freakin' good. And I even switch the dark chocolate and coffee ingredients with chocolate chips and a touch of cinnamon. Sooo good.
"Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to? You will never find that [everlasting] life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man."
I'm so happy and thankful right now and a little scared.
Got a job as a personal assistant to a great lady. My friend made a full recovery mentally and physically after a suicide attempt (and we are now closer than ever), and my other friend is safely out of an abusive relationship.
Everything is going so right right now I'm sorta terrified something terrible is going to happen. Oh, and it's been a full year and no one I'm close to has died! It's been over ten years since I've been able to say that.
And I love too Be still, my indelible friend That love soon might end You are unbreaking And be known in its aching Though quaking Shown in this shaking Though crazy Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
I'll do this as a rant/rave thing. Rant first because well, it's how it leads into the rave.
Rant: Some stupid bitch wasn't paying attention while driving her fancy new car, texting. Slammed into my buddy's motorcycle with him on it, broke his thumb, road rash, fucked ankle, all of the above. His bike? Being totaled out by insurance. Note to all of you, not just women, look out for motorcycles, and DONT FUCKING TEXT/TALK ON THE PHONE/DO ANYTHIGN BUT DRIVE WHILE DRIVING FOR SHIT'S SAKE!
Rave: So. His bike is being totaled out. He gets to keep it, amazingly. Since he's all busted up and shit, he wants to streetfight it. It's a 2006 Yamaha R1, so it'll look sexy when we're done. Motor's fine, plastics are bad, pegs and levers need replaced. Thank God for frame sliders. But, ya know. Having projects like this remind me of why I love working with my hands. Take a broken, beat down something, and make it awesome.
@Daslin that is a rant for me because hubs rides a bike to work and he's working from 4pm to 4am lately, so someone could easily either be texting or whatever or fall asleep at the wheel... he also has had people chase him, so he's trying to get concealed carry permits for his S&W because of that stuff.
And tell your buddy to check ebay- hubs replaced his entire engine with a bike that was on ebay that didn't have plastics and such and I think they took the rest to the junk yard.
@Trilliana oh, my buddy and i talked it out months ago when I had my old bike. If either of us wrecked, we'd streetfight the remains if possible(while insurance says totaled, we see a streetfighter in the making) And yeah. CCW is damn near required for a biker these days sadly. I was lucky enough to be able to conceal a cut baseball bat under my tank.
Not to derail the thread, we can take this to PMs if the answer is long or complicated, but why does a biker need a weapon where you are? Who is following you?
I'll do this as a rant/rave thing. Rant first because well, it's how it leads into the rave.
Rant: Some stupid bitch wasn't paying attention while driving her fancy new car, texting. Slammed into my buddy's motorcycle with him on it, broke his thumb, road rash, fucked ankle, all of the above. His bike? Being totaled out by insurance. Note to all of you, not just women, look out for motorcycles, and DONT FUCKING TEXT/TALK ON THE PHONE/DO ANYTHIGN BUT DRIVE WHILE DRIVING FOR SHIT'S SAKE!
Rave: So. His bike is being totaled out. He gets to keep it, amazingly. Since he's all busted up and shit, he wants to streetfight it. It's a 2006 Yamaha R1, so it'll look sexy when we're done. Motor's fine, plastics are bad, pegs and levers need replaced. Thank God for frame sliders. But, ya know. Having projects like this remind me of why I love working with my hands. Take a broken, beat down something, and make it awesome.
When I went to upgrade my motorbike lesson, the instructor showed the group of us a motorbike that they had sitting at the shop (This is at a Motorcycle Wreckers), and he showed us this one motorbike in the lot that had the right handlebar bent downwards 90 degrees, among other damage to the bike.
What was he doing? Texting while riding his motorbike.
Smoke free for 48 hours. Jitters and irritability are fading. No longer have intense craving.
I think this time may actually be it.
Be prepared, Jonathin. Several of my friends have tried quitting, and they've all described what you just did. They've all also gone through hell about two weeks in.
Smoke free for 48 hours. Jitters and irritability are fading. No longer have intense craving.
I think this time may actually be it.
Be prepared, Jonathin. Several of my friends have tried quitting, and they've all described what you just did. They've all also gone through hell about two weeks in.
4 days is when the body has run out of residual nicotine and the cravings really start. It does get better. Think of the money you'll save. Plus your breath won't smell like an ashtay. Plus your clothes won't smell like an ashtray. Short term pain, long term gain.
Tharos, the Announcer of Delos shouts, "It's near the end of the egghunt and I still haven't figured out how to pronounce Clean-dat-hoo."
Not to derail the thread, we can take this to PMs if the answer is long or complicated, but why does a biker need a weapon where you are? Who is following you?
I live in a fairly highly gang populated area- not as bad as Los Angeles, but damned near close in terms of population ratio, not only that but entirely stupid or drunk or high people that think they can take on my 6ft+ 300+lb husband while he's on his bike. Think of it this way, people in my complex (low income mind you) actually tried to steal our cable, we're not in the smartest or nicest of areas, so things like this will happen. I think even my dad carried a bat with his bike 20+ years ago before the bike was stolen from our front yard in a -nice- area here in SoCal.
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I always feel bad for snakes when they're used as props. That's a handsome snake though.
Yeah. I like snakes, but I dislike most snake owners. Make that reptile owners. Or I guess most "unusual pet" owners in the first place, who seem to only care for having something that others don't have.
I'm sure @Jozlyn is a great snake owner though!
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I've never owned a snake. I've worked with them, cared for them, but never owned them. The only reason I'm taking her on is because I love snakes and she was confiscated by an agent in the neighboring state. Some asshat was breeding her nonstop, this is her after being fattened up. She and five other snakes were confiscated. Just a reminder you cannot breed and sell native wildlife in most states.
I've never felt the need to own a snake, I prefer to see them in nature.This makes it sound like I'm begrudgingly taking her on. That's not the case. I'm already smitten. How could you not love that darling face?
Hey @jozlyn is it legal to breed snakes for food? As in human consumption
I kinda wish it would of bit her.
Years of listening to my parents use broken English and then adding a southern accent. I try, but habits are hard to break, cut me some slack here.
Rave:
Doctor just released me from my restriction, I can groom and work at Amar again.
Normally, I make hard, chewy brownies (which I do like), but I tried a new recipe that ended in soft, rich, fall-apart in your hands brownies that are so freakin' good. And I even switch the dark chocolate and coffee ingredients with chocolate chips and a touch of cinnamon. Sooo good.
Recipe: http://www.foodnetwork.ca/recipe/michael-smiths-mocha-brownies/13302/
"Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to? You will never find that [everlasting] life for which you are looking. When the gods created man they allotted to him death, but life they retained in their own keeping. As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the lot of man."
I'm giddy.
I'm so happy and thankful right now and a little scared.
Got a job as a personal assistant to a great lady. My friend made a full recovery mentally and physically after a suicide attempt (and we are now closer than ever), and my other friend is safely out of an abusive relationship.
Everything is going so right right now I'm sorta terrified something terrible is going to happen. Oh, and it's been a full year and no one I'm close to has died! It's been over ten years since I've been able to say that.
Cheers to everyone!
Meow, meow, etc.
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Smoke free for 48 hours.
Jitters and irritability are fading.
No longer have intense craving.
I think this time may actually be it.
Went to E3 for a day, and as my first convention/expo.. Very tired. Very loud. Lots of games.
Do not DM on forums unless you're ok with waiting a couple months!
Jealous, have always wanted to give E3 a visit!
That love soon might end You are unbreaking
And be known in its aching Though quaking
Shown in this shaking Though crazy
Lately of my wasteland, baby That's just wasteland, baby
I'll do this as a rant/rave thing. Rant first because well, it's how it leads into the rave.
Rant: Some stupid bitch wasn't paying attention while driving her fancy new car, texting. Slammed into my buddy's motorcycle with him on it, broke his thumb, road rash, fucked ankle, all of the above. His bike? Being totaled out by insurance. Note to all of you, not just women, look out for motorcycles, and DONT FUCKING TEXT/TALK ON THE PHONE/DO ANYTHIGN BUT DRIVE WHILE DRIVING FOR SHIT'S SAKE!
Rave: So. His bike is being totaled out. He gets to keep it, amazingly. Since he's all busted up and shit, he wants to streetfight it. It's a 2006 Yamaha R1, so it'll look sexy when we're done. Motor's fine, plastics are bad, pegs and levers need replaced. Thank God for frame sliders. But, ya know. Having projects like this remind me of why I love working with my hands. Take a broken, beat down something, and make it awesome.
I cut you slack the last five times you did it that I didn't correct you
EDIT: Could've, would've, should've, etc.
@Daslin that is a rant for me because hubs rides a bike to work and he's working from 4pm to 4am lately, so someone could easily either be texting or whatever or fall asleep at the wheel... he also has had people chase him, so he's trying to get concealed carry permits for his S&W because of that stuff.
And tell your buddy to check ebay- hubs replaced his entire engine with a bike that was on ebay that didn't have plastics and such and I think they took the rest to the junk yard.
@Trilliana oh, my buddy and i talked it out months ago when I had my old bike. If either of us wrecked, we'd streetfight the remains if possible(while insurance says totaled, we see a streetfighter in the making) And yeah. CCW is damn near required for a biker these days sadly. I was lucky enough to be able to conceal a cut baseball bat under my tank.
Not to derail the thread, we can take this to PMs if the answer is long or complicated, but why does a biker need a weapon where you are? Who is following you?
When I went to upgrade my motorbike lesson, the instructor showed the group of us a motorbike that they had sitting at the shop (This is at a Motorcycle Wreckers), and he showed us this one motorbike in the lot that had the right handlebar bent downwards 90 degrees, among other damage to the bike.
What was he doing? Texting while riding his motorbike.
Be prepared, Jonathin. Several of my friends have tried quitting, and they've all described what you just did. They've all also gone through hell about two weeks in.
4 days is when the body has run out of residual nicotine and the cravings really start. It does get better. Think of the money you'll save. Plus your breath won't smell like an ashtay. Plus your clothes won't smell like an ashtray. Short term pain, long term gain.
I live in a fairly highly gang populated area- not as bad as Los Angeles, but damned near close in terms of population ratio, not only that but entirely stupid or drunk or high people that think they can take on my 6ft+ 300+lb husband while he's on his bike. Think of it this way, people in my complex (low income mind you) actually tried to steal our cable, we're not in the smartest or nicest of areas, so things like this will happen. I think even my dad carried a bat with his bike 20+ years ago before the bike was stolen from our front yard in a -nice- area here in SoCal.
If you can buy gasoline without buying cigarettes, then you are nearing the Promised Land. Keep the faith.
Oh, forgot to rave earlier.
LAST DAY OF SCHOOOOOOOOL!!!!
No more alarms, more chances of me actually taking long walks... wait, summer means potty training... fuuuuuu
Guess more chance for gaming and making things?
Dollar Shave Club
Oh god I love those guys. "Your handsome-ass grandfather had -one- blade, AND polio.....LOOKIN' GOOD, POP-POP!"
Hello Watchdogs....goodbye daylight