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Some guys I don't even know had an opportunity to borrow this futuristic Star Trek sensor dingus from someone's boss, it's what they use to find pot and escaped prisoners and foreign people that need to get blowed up because they have all the oil. Anyway we determined that it is ideal for tracing airborne streams of high-temperature liquid and the effects of such liquid impacting on a cold, dry, and not yet smelly surface. In the below photo, which is classified top secret, or maybe pop secret, you can clearly see the heat transfer of the liquid onto the undisclosed target.
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That guy's got hot pants. I also know of another way to detect piss in a couch.
I drink gasoline for breakfeast and beer for dinner!
Any problem can be licked with a case of beer and a few sticks of dynamite.
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Posted by junkyard
That guy's got hot pants. I also know of another way to detect piss in a couch.
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Junkyard you sound as though you may be a "victim" or survivor of a couch pissing incident.
The smell never comes out.
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Posted by junkyard
That guy's got hot pants. I also know of another way to detect piss in a couch.
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As George Carlin best put it:
...Noone’s couch ever completely dries out. For years and years every time they sit down, there’s always that little 'squish'.
“Dan!, Linda! Come on in you guys, have a seat!”
... *squish* *squish* ...
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I like that.
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Yeah actually. Maybe 10 years ago, a buddy of mine had what some would call a drinking problem. He ALWAYS had more than a 12 pack, but usually slightly less than 20 every night. He was ALWAYS 45 min to an hour and a half late to work. while at his house he could out drink me every time, but at the bar, he would usually stop talking in English entirely, and wasn't so good at understanding it either after 18-20 and some odd shots. I later figured out that as long as I have some external stimulus, like loud rock music, I do markedly better. The less stimulus I have, proportionately I can't drink as much. He'd be at work the next day complaining of something that felt like sand in his mouth. It actually was sand, that he picked up from his hotdog that fell on the sidewalk outside the gas station. He was upset that I let him eat it, but I told him to eat it after he was starring at it for a minute, like he lost his dog. This is the guy that got 6 DWI's and beat half of them. Usually by just driving off and going home before the police could only het him for hit and run. Once involving some drunk college kid that broke his windshield. If he hadn't been drinking and would have stopped, he wouldn't have got shit since the kid crossed on a red light and don't walk. So me being the jackass I am, would usually drive him home, until his stupidity became a burden on me. He hung his foot out the door while going home at bar time of course and did it two more times after I chewed his ass. I feel slightly less right catching one of those for someone elses stupid actions than I do my own. We started hanging out a bit less at the bar and a few times I let him stay at my place. That too came to an end when my girlfriend at the time and I spent Valentines Day cleaning the couch and her stupid dolphin blanket. Fucker pissed himself, and not just a little either, it was like all the piss. He didn't want to say anything, so he just left like nothing happened. I figured it out later that night though. He wasn't allowed to go on a yearly trip to Road America, that a bunch of my crotch rocket buddies used to go on either shortly after that. He was up in the middle of the night pissing on the table in the hotel room where everyone had their keys and cell phones and stuff. I heard it took 3 shoes thrown at him before he woke up or ran out or both. What I can tell you is this: IT'S ALWAYS FUNNIER WHEN IT HAPPENS TO...........SOMEBODY ELSE
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