Because i NEVER see the famous image of that iridescent white lipped python given credit, this guy is the OP. I included a newer image too because chrisssssssstopher is still uploading WLP if any one wants to follow the owner of these images.
The second best pun I’ve ever encountered in the wild was when I was walking down the street in a “hip” part of Seattle and saw a couple of Budweiser cans thrown into a bush. And I said to a random stranger walking nearby “damn, the local beer harvest is really poor this year”. And the random stranger responded “give it time, they’re only buds”.
why is this the second what the fuck could top that
I just watched a man release every Pokemon he caught except for a level 5 Magikarp, waste all of his money and throw away all of his items at the Pokemon center just before the elite four in Pokemon red in order to trap himself in an unwinnable game. He couldn’t beat the elite 4 with a level 5 magikarp, and it couldn’t learn the hm moves necessary to leave victory road, and Magikarp only knew splash and had absolutely no chance of beating the level 40ish Pokemon there so… This guy wanders around victory road hoping a Geodude or Graveler would use selfdestruct or explosion in the first turn of an encounter and miss his Magikarp, which is technically possible because even moves with a 100% hitrate have a 1/256 chance to still miss. It happened eventually, and he beat the elite four with a level 100 gyarados
What the actual fuck
For some context, this is from a video series called “SoftLockPicking” where a guy’s followers come up with challenges to get him stuck in an unwinnable game and he tries to see if he can get out of them. Sort of a video game escape artist.
I have a client who
communicates exclusively via Microsoft Word.
If she has something
to tell me, I’ll receive an email with nothing in the body, but a Word doc attached. That’s where she writes her message.
Whenever she wants to
email me a photo, she does so via an empty Word doc with said photo set as its
background.
But my favorite thing
was the first time I witnessed her visiting a website. She had me spell the URL
(“W… W… W… dot…”) and with my own two eyes I watched her type it into Word,
made it a hyperlink, and Ctrl click it to go there.
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