because fleshy corporeal sexual tender integral child feeding titties are in any way equivalent to a hunk of metal you keep outside. fuck you

this! what the goddamn fuck. It's made of metal and it lives outside. The touch of someone's hand is not a problem!

this isn't supposed to be that funny is it fat ass?

Like the Sublime song goes "hard work good, and hardwork fine; but first take care of head" zen doesn't prescribe anything, nor does it proscribe anything. There are plenty of zen masters out and about smiling and bringing enlightenment around with them. Shall we call it horses for courses? Zen could be an excuse to…

just about halfway through the Welfare Queen piece. This is a full on book. I think it would require a miniseries if made into film. Maybe a whole tv series. Pretty incredible.

i'm sorry you have a short attention span.

that was the most overserious thing ever.
Puts hand on door - dramatic noise
touches photograph - dramatic noise
bats eyelids - dramatic noise

curious. would you care to elaborate?

i don't understand this motorized bike thing. why is it a thing?

oh i'm not saying it's not there, i'm saying i find from my zen-related perspective that it has little to do with the core of what the buddha taught. Maybe it's also why i fell out with catholicism. i mean, all those picture books of a guy in a bathrobe and here you all are with candles as tall as skyscrapers and red…

well this was an eye-opening, mindblowing and depressing thread. holy crap.

the pageantry feels to me antithetical to what i've found in buddhism, but whatever floats your boat?

snif... why is this true?

"Euuhhh!" at 1:44 I also love his quip about driving at 300kmh in the testarossa vs this. [at 300kilometres a heure, you smoke a cigare in the testarossa, in the countach you risk swallowing it]
I think that driver is clearly talented, makes the damn thing look capable and composed

fuck your subaru i've a horse outside! /rubberbandits

Man was that a tough time to be a satirist. Especially when people went around proclaiming satire dead, shudders.

that's a depressingly good point. I guess you just have to keep working away at it.

or bananas

The whole point of intake trumpets is to maximize the speed and pressure of the air charge entering the combustion chamber, and are tuned in length to certain rpm ranges they're usually used in combination with an airbox which is in turn tuned to compliment the trumpets. For the trumpets to work as intended they have…

I'll second that. Napier nomad was basically a piston engine with a turboprop attached. I don't think it gets more complicated.