@badhatharry: Similar to the man in this picture, John had a bar in the living room (there was also a very tacky disco ball). He also had a gym in his tool shed. I made full use of it for the first few months but his Arnie obsession (so. many. posters.) eventually creeped me out beyond all belief. However, I digress.
Anyway, one day John-I-frequently-complain-about-being-p...(insert last name here) brought home this Eastern European woman named Vera. He'd never mentioned her before (EVER, and considering we hung out quite a bit that's weird), and yet here she was, cleaning our house, cooking and having very loud sex with a very unattractive man.
And that was Vera. I moved out a while later because I genuinely couldn't bear listening to the this-chick-goes-to-11 orgasms and spanking anymore. #pw747cowlingbar
@NursingDrPepper: Aaah. So that's all that's needed for loud orgasms? I think I used to have a neighbor that had the best disco ball ever. #pw747cowlingbar
Bar pretty modern looking
Female models moderately attractive
but that douche-bag in the middle completely ruins any emotional incentive i may have towards purchasing the bar. #pw747cowlingbar
This is a pretty cool idea, but if you were to get one of these You'd really have to point out to the average person that it's an aircraft engine otherwise it would just pass as an ordinary bar. #pw747cowlingbar
I'm not sure any rocket is controllable and can be shut down safely at any time.
According to NASA, all rockets have a failure rate of 2.5-5% regardless of who builds them or where.
that said, I'd still ride that thing faster than a pig would ride a roller coaster at an amusement park that someone has sedated and strapped into it, so it really has no choice but to go on the ride. Wait. That's not really the right metaphor.
OK. I'd ride that thing faster than a pig that is crazy about space travel having spent most of its adult life voyaging throughout the universe would stalk one of the ticketed passengers, sedate them, assume their identity, and use their ticket to get on the damn thing. Yeah. That's the right metaphor.
@xanderbeedle: Sure... but I think the study made the point that regardless of which country or agency built the rocket - NASA, ESA, the Soviets, the Klingons, they all experienced failure. No country was exempt so it was more a measure of the volatility of rockets themselves over the past 50 years than the competency of any one agency, including NASA.
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Anyway, one day John-I-frequently-complain-about-being-p...(insert last name here) brought home this Eastern European woman named Vera. He'd never mentioned her before (EVER, and considering we hung out quite a bit that's weird), and yet here she was, cleaning our house, cooking and having very loud sex with a very unattractive man.
And that was Vera. I moved out a while later because I genuinely couldn't bear listening to the this-chick-goes-to-11 orgasms and spanking anymore. #pw747cowlingbar
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Nah, I'm totally kidding. I only collect hooker skulls. #pw747cowlingbar
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Pilot: Again? Damn that Gizmodo... #pw747cowlingbar
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Female models moderately attractive
but that douche-bag in the middle completely ruins any emotional incentive i may have towards purchasing the bar. #pw747cowlingbar
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According to NASA, all rockets have a failure rate of 2.5-5% regardless of who builds them or where.
that said, I'd still ride that thing faster than a pig would ride a roller coaster at an amusement park that someone has sedated and strapped into it, so it really has no choice but to go on the ride. Wait. That's not really the right metaphor.
OK. I'd ride that thing faster than a pig that is crazy about space travel having spent most of its adult life voyaging throughout the universe would stalk one of the ticketed passengers, sedate them, assume their identity, and use their ticket to get on the damn thing. Yeah. That's the right metaphor.
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You've got "virgin," "rocket," "Eve," "blast off," "first time," and Sir Richard Branson, and you just leave it all hanging out there?
What Would Jesus Do, indeed...