Dance Dance Dissolution: The Electric Daisy Carnival's Fresh Hell Sure, but I've been experiencing dance music soberly on and off for all my life. Not THIS dance music, per se, but still. I'd compare it more to going to an orgy as a voyeur and still being bored. Now, don't say something you might need to take back... Your mistake is in assuming this is dance music. Sadly, the best analogy I can come up with is from the third Harry Potter movie. Then he took the orb underwater into the bathtub and it started singing to him. I personally would be terrified if I ate weed and had to sit through 12 hours of EDC. It would take a lot more than MDMA to make me listen to Dubstep.
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Gay Bigfoot & the 7 Weirdest Mythical Creatures in the World It's easy to feel a little down in the morning, as you slump over your wilting shitflakes and ruminate on the day of savage tedium that lies ahead. However, such existential misery can be allayed simply by saying to oneself, "No matter how dull, desperate and lonely my life has become, I nevertheless live in a world where fish can launch fireballs." On certain stretches of the Mekong River, an evening walker can behold a magical sight. According to legend, the fireballs are an offering of thanks to Buddha, which seems a little ill-advised, even if you are a deity, your first reaction to being pelted with fireballs is probably not going to be, "You're welcome." In 2003, reporters from a Thai television station claimed that the fireballs were simply tracer bullets, fired as part of the Buddhist celebrations. How Do We Kill It? Our experience with creatures like this says that they move in a predictable pattern, and will have one vulnerable spot that is usually glowing red.
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6 Animals That Just Don't Give A F#@k The Tasmanian devil is nearly identical to the wolverine in pop culture: We know that they're smallish mammals known for their viciousness and fury. And, once again, we see that they are substantially more wuvable than we've been led to believe -- just look at that little guy! Is he wearing a wee cardigan? How precious! We'll call him Trevor and pretend he enjoys tennis! And then again, just like the wolverine, the Tasmanian devil has to go and ruin the snuggle-fest by opening its mouth and turning into the fucking Sarlacc. But we're not here to repeat ourselves. Some people keep Tasmanian devils on them at all times for occasions like this. "What is this, some kind of steel blade? Once they do tuck in to a meal, they can eat anywhere between five percent to 40 percent of their body weight in one sitting, after which they are too bloated and tired to move, so they just go to sleep -- with complete disregard for their surroundings. They have no boundaries Now, murder from concentrate:
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