Florida Man was fucking busy this week, you guys! Let’s dive right in. Meet Doug Hughes, Great American Hero. (Oh wait, you already have .) Mr. Doug is a dedicated public servant and self-proclaimed Showman Patriot, a 61-year-old mailman from Ruskin, Florida (no, we have no idea where that is), who decided to combat the scourge of excess campaign money (which is definitely A Thing That Deserves To Be Combatted) by hopping in his gyrocopter (A Thing That Also Apparently Exists) and
We'd still be killing each other. Religion is just the nearest excuse to hand but we'll find another one if need be, just ask Pol Pot. We're wired that way.
“yeah, there’s also going to be a healing temple there, and there’s going to be nurses, close to two nurses … [And a] volleyball court. I love volleyball.”Since volleyball is the traditional sport of nudists in all those magazines and films from the 1950s and '60s, those nurses have got to be naked.
“We’re in the last days. The sun’s been blotted out. God wants to make a final stand..."
Now, admittedly I'm no eschatologist, but if we're down to the blotted-out sun part of The Last Days™, isn't it a little late to be building some kind of replica Noah's Ark waterfront spa? Also, does it strike anyone else as a little odd and pitiful that the final stand God wants us to make involves volleyball? I mean, volleyball's OK I guess, but it doesn't seem very, I don't know, four-horsemeny. Finally, I don't wish to be indelicate here, but, umm, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH FLORIDA?!
When I first read the title, I thought it said "Gynocopter." I hereby trademark the word "Gynocopter."
Just imagine how peaceful and just this country (and the world) would be without any religion whatsoever.
I think they will continue to put down roots until we shoot them. Even then, it might all be in vein.
I've heard his bark is worse that his bite. A lot of noise comes out of those tulips.
That is a major assumption.
I think that I shall never screw,A woman lovely as a yew.
We'd still be killing each other. Religion is just the nearest excuse to hand but we'll find another one if need be, just ask Pol Pot. We're wired that way.
Too close to Jack.
“yeah, there’s also going to be a healing temple there, and there’s going to be nurses, close to two nurses … [And a] volleyball court. I love volleyball.”Since volleyball is the traditional sport of nudists in all those magazines and films from the 1950s and '60s, those nurses have got to be naked.
LOL (I actually did. Well, chuckled anyway)
Marco Ruby Tuesday?
He just subcontracted it to Darth.
Nobody that matters will remember that reference.
Smoke clouds?
“We’re in the last days. The sun’s been blotted out. God wants to make a final stand..."
Now, admittedly I'm no eschatologist, but if we're down to the blotted-out sun part of The Last Days™, isn't it a little late to be building some kind of replica Noah's Ark waterfront spa? Also, does it strike anyone else as a little odd and pitiful that the final stand God wants us to make involves volleyball? I mean, volleyball's OK I guess, but it doesn't seem very, I don't know, four-horsemeny. Finally, I don't wish to be indelicate here, but, umm, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH FLORIDA?!
This is what i think of Marco Rubio, et. al.