Let the kids have their rain-Frisbee without the snarky comments. I did it in college, too. It's an exhilarating moment the first time you can do something like this without your mother running toward you, rain poncho in hand, yelling, "What are you thinking! You'll catch cold! And stay away from those trees; I mean it!"
Sorry Voltaire. The left has made life synonymous with politics.
Since I'll be paying for these kids' healthcare soon, I demand that the state intervene to make sure costs are kept as low as possible. Which means:
- No prancing in the rain, lest they get pneumonia. - No running on wet grass, last they break their nimble legs. - No standing near trees in lightning storms, lest they be smote. - No throwing projectiles at one another, lest an eye or tooth be compromised.
You have a window that opens? I mean, in what I assume is a climate-controlled building, they let you open your window, and ruin the effect of the climate-control? Or, is this part of academic freedom?
For as long as I can remember, there has been a football game (touch/tackle doesn't matter) at the local park on Turkey Day (Thanksgiving). The participants have never aged, but they are always cold, and wet.
It's the testosterone poisoning!! Did you see the co-ed walk by with the umbrella?? They were playing for her!!
Two things: (1) Your office window opens? WTF! Who has that? Must be a university perk. Extra nice if you want to burn the occasional fat one.
(2) The Heg should be clean by now. It looks like some hard rain is falling. Did it wash all the stupid chalk shit off? (the residue that Mead's brush and bucket of water couldn't completly eliminate back then)
The important thing to remember is that just before the lightning strikes you, you need to yell SHAZAM! really loud. That way you wind up with super powers.
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They're the same age as the kid who buried himself in the sand. Coincidence?
They must be Lefties, playing Frisbee next to trees during an electrical storm.
PS Nice to see you've got a view, Madame.
It's called grooving with the hydrologic cycle.
Dedicated bike commuters know about it.
Those folks are nucking futz! Zany, even. But it's Madison.
We had almost 1/10th of an inch this afternoon. First measurable rain since early January.
Some are Only Happy When It Rains
Let the kids have their rain-Frisbee without the snarky comments. I did it in college, too. It's an exhilarating moment the first time you can do something like this without your mother running toward you, rain poncho in hand, yelling, "What are you thinking! You'll catch cold! And stay away from those trees; I mean it!"
Have the old folks on this blog forgotten just the sheer fun of youth and rain exhibited here-- really it goes beyond politics the joy of life.
Hey Althouse, get back to work.
Sorry Voltaire. The left has made life synonymous with politics.
Since I'll be paying for these kids' healthcare soon, I demand that the state intervene to make sure costs are kept as low as possible. Which means:
- No prancing in the rain, lest they get pneumonia.
- No running on wet grass, last they break their nimble legs.
- No standing near trees in lightning storms, lest they be smote.
- No throwing projectiles at one another, lest an eye or tooth be compromised.
I wonder if they like PiƱa Coladas?
You have a window that opens? I mean, in what I assume is a climate-controlled building, they let you open your window, and ruin the effect of the climate-control? Or, is this part of academic freedom?
Frisbee in the rain video (2009).
It's part of the breed standard that Dobermans don't like rain.
For as long as I can remember, there has been a football game (touch/tackle doesn't matter) at the local park on Turkey Day (Thanksgiving). The participants have never aged, but they are always cold, and wet.
It's the testosterone poisoning!! Did you see the co-ed walk by with the umbrella?? They were playing for her!!
This-- concerning the recent killing of that terrorist leader-- is sublime.
Especially the visuals.
I'm with the commenters, though; I wanna see the photo of the body.
Coke your circular argument betrays itself, but I wonder when the right refrained from "politics?'
"You have a window that opens?"
That's so Althouse can yell. "Get off my lawn!"
Two things:
(1) Your office window opens? WTF! Who has that? Must be a university perk. Extra nice if you want to burn the occasional fat one.
(2) The Heg should be clean by now. It looks like some hard rain is falling. Did it wash all the stupid chalk shit off? (the residue that Mead's brush and bucket of water couldn't completly eliminate back then)
I had a brother who used to make marvelous sliding catches in wet grass. Are you sure that wasn't your husband out there in the rain?
The important thing to remember is that just before the lightning strikes you, you need to yell SHAZAM! really loud. That way you wind up with super powers.
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