FAC O77 The Shedienda
Archived1,296 replies · 32,371 views
Sunshine, perhaps the ducky in your avatar needs some Special K cereal.... it's a little big around the waist ![]()
Shed Peel wrote: Sunshine, perhaps the ducky in your avatar needs some Special K cereal.... it's a little big around the waist
![]()
Actually, my best friend Randall had this picture on his Facebook profile. He told me via AIM to check it out. Best laugh of the week right there.
When I see him tomorrow [Friday], I'll definitely be thanking him for the giant ducky.
P.S. Ed called it a duck on steroids. ![]()
Shed Peel wrote: That's MR. Duck on Steroids to the rest of you .... lol
![]()
Watch out--he could be taking over your bathtub next!! ![]()
Fuck off...the whole lot of you...except for Mick, he's always welcome...
ain't had my coffee yet...
DIGI MIKE don't yer know wrote: Morning Shedders
Afternoon DigiMike. ![]()
NOOLigan wrote: (insert appropriate greeting) peoples.
Back at ya, Ronno. ![]()
Jeffari-al-Texani wrote: Fuck off...the whole lot of you...except for Mick, he's always welcome...
ain't had my coffee yet...
Good afternoon, Jeff. ![]()
And to my Fellow Shedheads,
yo. ![]()
...just watch out for that supersize rubber ducky. ;)
I love the beautiful swirls of fog nearby the bridge, but I hate the winter...
I think the only day it should snow is on Xmas day. Brrrr!
Shed Peel wrote: I love the beautiful swirls of fog nearby the bridge, but I hate the winter...
I think the only day it should snow is on Xmas day. Brrrr!
Thankfully it almost never snows here. It happens about once every 5 years or so.
i started thinking a year ago or so about idiots who commit suicide and this weird idea of when they die how they'd get stuck in this liquid like grey state and they could hear the noise of what sounded like boiling water but could go nowhere. its like the look of ripples in a pond when they looked in front of them.
i know i'm crazy and everything...but..i have these weird concepts of things and ideas and i fucking think too much.
your body is nothing and your soul is what counts.
*Animadversion* wrote: i started thinking a year ago or so about idiots who commit suicide and this weird idea of when they die how they'd get stuck in this liquid like grey state and they could hear the noise of what sounded like boiling water but could go nowhere. its like the look of ripples in a pond when they looked in front of them.
i know i'm crazy and everything...but..i have these weird concepts of things and ideas and i fucking think too much.
your body is nothing and your soul is what counts.
that is indeed weird. think further along those lines though. what makes us who we are? is it the brain or the soul? what happens to people who are brain damaged and have a complete change in personality or people who have alzheimer's, is their soul changed as well?
that should give you something to think about. ;)
NOOLigan wrote:
*Animadversion* wrote: i started thinking a year ago or so about idiots who commit suicide and this weird idea of when they die how they'd get stuck in this liquid like grey state and they could hear the noise of what sounded like boiling water but could go nowhere. its like the look of ripples in a pond when they looked in front of them.
i know i'm crazy and everything...but..i have these weird concepts of things and ideas and i fucking think too much.
your body is nothing and your soul is what counts.
that is indeed weird. think further along those lines though. what makes us who we are? is it the brain or the soul? what happens to people who are brain damaged and have a complete change in personality or people who have alzheimer's, is their soul changed as well?
that should give you something to think about. ;)
i think the above also stems from having grown up an only child-your imagination gets carried off to no end...i think its the soul that makes us who we are..cosyour body disentigrates after you die...even if someone'spersonality changes there'salways something that stays the same with them.and i know that for a fact.i'm one of those people.




