Chou joined on Feb 26th, 2013, since that has made 188 posts that are still accessible today, 6 of which are threads. Helping shape the community, Chou has given 256 upvotes, and was last online on May 18th, 2013.
Money, shitloads of tax-free money.
I do in fact have a lazy eye.
ALL OF MY GAY FEELS
I was expecting some kind of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy joke, when I clicked the thread title.
Anyhow, I've to admit that video was really fascinating.
SUPER TOUCHING HEARTBREAKING PERSONAL LOVE STORIES.
Anyhow, on topic,
last weekend when my mother, my 5-year old sister, my 12-year old bro and I visited our family on the west coast, something spooky happened. To give some background info, last summer my great grandmother, my mother's mother's mother, to be precise, died from old age. She was really nice old lady, she also made the best fish-dishes. Gosh, I loved her fish-sticks.
At our second day of arrival at the coast, my mother and my little sister decided to visit the graveyard and my great grandmother's tombstone. While arriving at the graveyard, my little sister suddenly says, "Great grandma, must be a ghost now. Right, mom?", to which my mother, replies, "Perhaps, but then she would be a nice ghost." Without pushing the matter any further they get out of the car and locks it.
The very second my mother and sister arrive at my great grandmother's tombstone, the car alarm suddenly goes off. Note that, the car have never done this until then, we have never had any problem with the alarm before, nor have the previous owners.
That evening, we ate dinner with the whole family, my grandmother including and my mother told her what happened this morning at the graveyard, to which my grandmother laughs and then replies, "Wouldn't surprise me if it was her. She was so bad with technology, it would just be like her to accidentally break you car."
Its been over a week now, and we still can't lock the car, because the car alarm goes off every single time and disturbs the neighbors.
You're the man, you should do the spooning.
As long as you aren't considering becoming a pink disposable pad, you aren't cool enough.