A product of 2 snek venoms: the chinese crate and the king fuckin cobrer.
Now it's snek venom and not the common cold? Are you shitting me?
Get the fock outta heyah!
All kidding aside, this is pretty crazy and huge if Ardiss is not off his rocker, which he usually is not.
Brian Ardiss War room re-run available here:
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FFS, this is fucking ridiculous. We need to assemble in the streets with pitch forks and pole axes. A lot of people need to be held to account. A lot of people need to swing by the neck from a rope.
I guess I should have said "virtually" or "spiritually" but shit man, when have we, as a people, as a country, ever experienced something like this? This story is too incredible to be believed but it in fact happened.
That is a big no. 3 letters can play their little games over there. Let it burn. Sad for some people. End is not for everyone. NMFP.
The membrane will catch anything up to 1 micron, the fabric pre-screen catches up to 5 micron, the charcoal scrubs the water, and then you use the DI resin to take it down to zero. Without DI resin, best you will get is 10-20PPM with a triple stage RO train.
>Who?
Agree. Not a fan.
So they tainted the water supply. You muthafuckas believe that? Why did some catch it befoar othahs? I dunno, I'm a fockin skeptic anons…..somethin smells like shit, like a mulinracha's nasty-assed coozie that wreaks like a bottle of Cisco. Somethin's not right.
I'm fockin diseased, there is no fockin doubt fren. But what you fockin limeys dont undastand is the fact that it is intentional because I was fockin BOAN and fockin RAISED on the east coast, therefore, it isFOAR FOCKIN SHUWA INTENTIONAL.
Get it? Kapeesh? Ya'hear?
Just say, "Yeah, I hear ya."
By the way, I am just playing. I try to create humor amidst all of this bullshit we are dealing with so dont take me seriously. TY fren.
We have to laugh from time to time lest we lose our minds. What a crazy 24 months it has been.
Love you too. No homo.
i went to Montessori back east. It was good. It was when they sent me to the "special" school that I freaked out and ran 3 miles to Grandma's house with my Scooby Doo lunch box. I grabbed my littke ankle-biting Scottish Terrier and shook for 3 hours. The following day, I went to 3rd grade at Jirah Swift Elementary School. I did not want to be special. I just wanted to be a regular kid. Yes, I am a confirmed tard.
Moar than you wanted to hear, something I prolly needed to get off my chess.
Yes, I am a tard. Thank you for pointing me out. We are what we are.
Good luck, you lose.'