Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Muro, Mar 18, 2010.
Only if you join us in your purple fishnets.
Agent Smecker, I presume?
It's not that bad really, especially when one factors in Grakelin's explanation of where new Muslim people come from.
Actually, I still haven't seen that movie. It's on my netflix queue somewhere though.
Boondock Saints I presume.
I haven't seen it either.
I put watching it off for a few years, as did most of my friends. Strangely seems to be true for a lot of people. Worth seeing when you finally get to it, though.
So, sorta like Fight Club then?
It took me forever to watch it.
Then I could figure out why it took so long.
Meh, should have known by now that you lot are all philistines.
But ask them if they've seen Twilight and there will be replies in the affirmative...
And just for that, I'm mailing myself to your house just so I can kick you in the junk.
I'll just forget about opening the package, so you'll starve to death before that happens.
I'm sure he'll pack enough gravy for the trip.
Does that mean that he will be saturated in gravy once he gets here?
That's just great! I'm a student, after all. Filling up the fridge with hundreds of pounds worth of dog and gravy would cut food expenses to nearly nothing for months to come!
I could even invite all the Chinese students for dinner!
Haw, racial slurs. Still, gravy gives him the chance to survive and, well, those teeth clamping down around the arm...you'd have to gear up.
I wasn't even aiming at a racial slur here. Walking through Chinatown in London in 2005, I there were fried dogs in shop windows.
As for violent dogs, if a dog jumps at you, your best course of action is to follow the inclination of its teeth so to speak and throw a punch down its throat. It won't be able to bite you, and with your fist lodged in its larynx you can easily break its neck. A pair of sturdy gloves is the only gear I'll ever need.
Or a stick. Which I'll throw. And when he runs to fetch it, I'll shoot him.
London? That used to be in England, didn't it?
But it's one thing to fend off a Jack Russell, another to stand up to an Irish Wolfhound. I'd be afraid my torso would follow if I lodged a fist in in the gob of one of those. I'd wait to see the size of the box, first.
I'd be more afraid of a Great Dane than an Irish Wolfhound personally. In my experience Wolfhounds are mostly about height and tend to be fairly flimsy compared to the muscular frame of the Dane. If it comes down to grappling, the fighting Irish just seem a bit easier to pin down.
Still, if everything else fails, punch it down its throat if you can. What dogs do when they attack is that they bite and then pull, which is what most carnivores do due to the way predator teeth function. So if you have your hand in there, you might as well go the right way with it so to speak.
I'd be afraid of a Malbari Warhound, lololol
Some form of inhibition kept me from mentioning Mabari.
I've been bitten by a Great Dane, though it was only young, as was I. The pressure was insanely debilitating though. Several years on and the dot-to-dot wound is finally difficult to see. Oddly enough, a scratch from a play-fight with a Collie mix from before then is still largely visible...but I think I just traced the origin of my tendency to wear two jackets out of the house. As well as my dislike for big, bald, tattooed pricks with large dogs.
When I was in london last year I was waiting at one of the tube stations, biggest dog I've ever seen, it was about the size of a small horse, built like a brick-shit house. The guy with it was an asian man who had muscle definition but was only about the dog's height anyway. There was no way the man would be able to stop that dog from tearing everyone in the station to shreds. He should of been put down and the dog released into the jungle.
To you it may have been a big dog. To the toned Asian man, it was cattle.
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