Anywhere you touch the ground. I love having a warning sticker on a trip hazard over a cliff instead of a glass cage. Looking that far down increases the pucker factor.
You’d probably have loved one of the places I was on vacation; a 150 foot high “hammerhead” crane, with a mesh catwalk deck over the jib so you could use it as an observation deck.
My, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say “Oh my Lord”
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
It feels good, when you know you’re down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I’m known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can’t touch
The picture was taken from inside a Sasquatch Holding Cell, bordered by an invisible but painful force field. Putting the warning below the field was somewhat cruel, since Sasquatches can’t read!
The picture was taken from inside a Sasquatch Holding Cell, bordered by an invisible but painful force field. The warning below the field was somewhat cruel, since Sasquatches can’t read.
Which reminds me of how our DM broke us of carrying 10 foot poles. A 6 foot by 2 foot corridor with a few right angle-bends. Some rapid trigonometry followed!
Flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing. Touching hurts.
Hurts where exactly?
Anywhere you touch the ground. I love having a warning sticker on a trip hazard over a cliff instead of a glass cage. Looking that far down increases the pucker factor.
You’d probably have loved one of the places I was on vacation; a 150 foot high “hammerhead” crane, with a mesh catwalk deck over the jib so you could use it as an observation deck.
Will you stop touching me?
*touches dethscul*
**touches dr fondle**
*fondles dr touch*
No, wait.
My, my, my music hits me so hard
Makes me say “Oh my Lord”
Thank you for blessing me
With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet
It feels good, when you know you’re down
A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown
And I’m known as such
And this is a beat, uh, you can’t touch
I see The Doors finally came out with the long-awaited sequel to their 1968 mega-hit, “Touch Me.”
want t-shirt with that phrase on it.
Google. It found one for 10.99 at northshore shirts – think I may have to order it
Do or do not, there is no try.
Try or try not, there is doo. You have a puppy.
the sidewalk needs an adult.
will it get raped, sidewalking all by itself?
If it goes out sidewalking, good luck with that r@pe charge.
Hmm, what’s with those white footprints? That’s a HUGE big toe…
The picture was taken from inside a Sasquatch Holding Cell, bordered by an invisible but painful force field. Putting the warning below the field was somewhat cruel, since Sasquatches can’t read!
The picture was taken from inside a Sasquatch Holding Cell, bordered by an invisible but painful force field. The warning below the field was somewhat cruel, since Sasquatches can’t read.
I know, I know!! I can be soooo repetitious…
Was there some comment about a Sasquatch Holding Cell?
yeah, wayyyyy up there, just 3 comments up. you don’t happen to be a sasquatch, do you?
Sasquatches can’t read, silly, so they’re unlikely to use the interwebs. Except for the pictures, I suppose.
I’d be glad to discuss this issue with you in person. Just give me your current address.
Python reference FTW!
That’s it, if anyone else says my line, I’m going to tie them up and put them in front of a camel.
Oh, goody! I’d walk a mile for a Camel!
That threat would be more terrifying if you threatened to put them *behind* the camel. Especially if it’s been eating oily food of the day*
*Touch*
“Please erfrain from touching.. bzzzzzt…”
i agree. there’s to much erf rain these days, what with all the weird clouds and all.
Give a kick instead!
**begins leg kicking like a Radio City Music Hall dancer**
I touch myself and prohibit it.
*starts staring at you waiting for something to happen*
“do go on”
but chuck said not to self yourself
You touch yourself?
Clicky – not quite safe for work
Uh, it makes perfect sense. What the hell is Engrishy about this, exactly?
How about the word “me” being used by an inanimate object?
Ah, ah, ah! Can’t touch me!
that’s what SHE said.
Hammertime!
U can’t touch this
Only because the store was fresh out of 10-foot poles!
Which reminds me of how our DM broke us of carrying 10 foot poles. A 6 foot by 2 foot corridor with a few right angle-bends. Some rapid trigonometry followed!
Just borrow Dirk Gently’s 4th dimensional door out of the stairwell.
Get that damned couch out of here!
It is a lovely, comfy couch, just inconvenient. It’s free to anyone that wants to haul it off.
Free couch became dog (on Ko Tao).
Fine ill touch myself (lulwtf)
Up next on our tour of mildly psychotic landmarks:
The Passive-Aggressive Boardwalk.
Please watch your step and no flash photography.
But don’t go same way. This path is so mad.
o’rly?
Yeah. Just check the archives.
_Noli me tangere_! Does the thing think it’s Jesus or something? See e.g. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noli_me_tangere for more.
If it does, we’d be glad to help. Just give us the current address of the thing.
You can’t touch this!
It’s MC Hammer… whatever-it-is!