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You forgot about Erosion ... that partakes in the physical and mental aspects of life, Sir.DING DING DING...... We have a Winner here! Physically for sure but not mentally
Good point. I have clearly eroded and am in bonus years after all the abuse. I am currently shopping for a new vessel but they are on backorder apparently. Ideally, I will find a Kimbo Slice vessel to transfer my brain to. Then I will proceed to paddle out at Lunada Bay and lay a smack down on dem white boysYou forgot about Erosion ... that partakes in the physical and mental aspects of life, Sir.
Side note: My understanding is that my friend Chris Taloa was pretty instrumental in opening up Lunada Bay.Good point. I have clearly eroded and am in bonus years after all the abuse. I am currently shopping for a new vessel but they are on backorder apparently. Ideally, I will find a Kimbo Slice vessel to transfer my brain to. Then I will proceed to paddle out at Lunada Bay and lay a smack down on dem white boys
Time flies so fast. In an mmmbop, it'll all be over.I can't believe I've been here 17 years
I came back. Declared dead at the ER after a car crash, heard the thing go beeeeeeeeeeee, instead of the usual, blip, blip, blip... then everything went white. I cannot remember what happened next, though I know something did, cause I dream about it often, but frustratingly enough can never remember the dream past the beeeeeeee... and white out.Once you’re gone
You can never come back
Storytime please…how’d you crash?I came back. Declared dead at the ER after a car crash, heard the thing go beeeeeeeeeeee, instead of the usual, blip, blip, blip... then everything went white. I cannot remember what happened next, though I know something did, cause I dream about it often, but frustratingly enough can never remember the dream past the beeeeeeee... and white out.
So, yeah, you can actually come back.
Thankfully.
Rust never sleeps, and what if you didnt make it and this is all a dream???I came back. Declared dead at the ER after a car crash, heard the thing go beeeeeeeeeeee, instead of the usual, blip, blip, blip... then everything went white. I cannot remember what happened next, though I know something did, cause I dream about it often, but frustratingly enough can never remember the dream past the beeeeeeee... and white out.
So, yeah, you can actually come back.
Thankfully.
Stephen King reference? Or maybe Sting.Rust never sleeps, and what if you didnt make it and this is all a dream???
Who knows, we could be in a turtle’s dream in outer space.
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Brake lines failed on a 1969 VW Bug, rear-ended an 1970's Oldsmobile Cutlass, no seat belts in the car I was driving, flew through the windshield, held back from taking flight by the steering wheel, which I cracked with my ribs, smashed my face on the hood, smashed the back of my head on the upper broken glass of the windshield, then back down to smash to hood again face first, and back into the car again in perfect sitting position, spurting blood all over the place from my nose and forehead. Adrenaline took over immediately, I ran out of the car to check on the people in the vehicle I'd hit. As I went by the front end of the Bug was accordions to practically nothing, the Olds just had the bumper hanging off and the trunk door popped open... American Steel ftw. As I came to the drivers side window, I asked if the guy was OK, he threw up and asked me if I'd seen my face yet. I turned his drivers side rear view, saw what looked like the creature from the Movie Alien vs. Predator, when the Aliens face opens up... nothing looked right. Immediately lost consciousness and dropped to the pavement. Came to in the ER of DC General Hospital, in a hallway, strapped to a gurney with the heart monitor resting on my chest. Heard about 3-4 beep, beep, beeps, then the BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! from the flat line and it all went whiteout. Not a normal white. A light so bright no sunglasses could help, not even Ray Charles' black out shades. Yet it was also warm and fuzzy, making me feel like everything was just fine and dandy.Storytime please…how’d you crash?