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Bill Cosby, Family, and Fucking: You got two bullets. You're in a room with Hitler, Bill Cosby, Cardi B, a massive spider and Stuart Little. Who you shooting? Your days are filled with fun and kindness as your loving parents try to nurture you in the most pleasant environment possible. One day you awaken one night to the smell of smoke, you open your eyes and begin to choke, you try to find your parents but you can't get past the toddler-proof gate in the doorway scream unable to accept your Screi doom. That's when Yesterday 10:31 pm Bill and hitler You lie down and Surely that's the only reasonable answer your father rushes in to collect you, you cling onto him for vou dear life as he takes you e and places you on the grass "IHAVE TO GO GET MUMMY!u Yesterday 10:49 pm Actually no! The correct answer is to shoot Stuart twice but I admire your conviction. He bt's the last you ever see back inside, but runs alas, of him You escape the ordeal with minor scarring, but it's nothing in mparison to the heartbreak you Today 12:40 am Can I get an explanation for that one pls sir felt that night. You have no grandparents, no aunties or uncles, no guardians whatsoever, and as a result, are forced to live in an orphanage. Today 1:11 am Sure can. Imagine this. You are four years old, and you've got a mother and father who love you very much. Type a message Send Type a message Send Iidppess IS. Day, weeks, months, years go by, and as you watch all the other orphans leave with their new foster parents, you're hopes of I'll never forget what Stuart Little took from me. having a happy life diminish more and more. One day a young Today 3:17 am couple come in, they remind you Can I change my answer ΰ€‘ΰ€Ώ ΰ€— ΰ€•ΰ€Ύΰ€° ΰ€Έΰ€Ύ much of your parents except ΰ€Ύ they've already got a ΰ€• ΰ€ͺΰ€ΎCgical Be my guest son. But that's okay. You try extra hard to make an impression on this family a f your last chance at livinga shildhood, When the time has as Me so I never have to think about that again come for them to formally tell the which child orphanage matron they are going to adopt, you eagerly await your name to be announced. That's when they adopt A FUCKING RAT INSTEAD OF YOU. This destroys your morale, you give up, you run away from the orphanage, get raised by the streets as a petty pickpocket, you'll never remember what true happiness is. That's the spirit. Next time I can tell you about the time Shrek cyberbullied me if you want. Today 10:22 am Okay pls don't unmatch, this is important stuff now. But do you think it's sometimes better to ask forgiveness rather than permission? I'll never forget what Stuart Little took from me Yes Type a message Send Type a message.. Send Why he hates Stuart Little
Bill Cosby, Family, and Fucking: You got two bullets. You're in a
 room with Hitler, Bill Cosby, Cardi
 B, a massive spider and Stuart
 Little. Who you shooting?
 Your days are filled with fun and
 kindness as your loving parents
 try to nurture you in the most
 pleasant environment possible.
 One day you awaken one night to
 the smell of smoke, you open your
 eyes and begin to choke, you try
 to find your parents but you can't
 get past the toddler-proof gate in
 the doorway
 scream unable to accept your
 Screi doom. That's when
 Yesterday 10:31 pm
 Bill and hitler
 You lie down and
 Surely that's the only reasonable
 answer
 your father rushes in to collect
 you, you cling onto him for vou
 dear life as he takes you e
 and places you on the grass
 "IHAVE TO GO GET MUMMY!u
 Yesterday 10:49 pm
 Actually no! The correct answer is
 to shoot Stuart twice but I admire
 your conviction.
 He bt's the last you ever see
 back inside, but
 runs
 alas,
 of him
 You escape the ordeal with minor
 scarring, but it's nothing in
 mparison to the heartbreak you
 Today 12:40 am
 Can I get an explanation for that
 one pls sir
 felt that night. You have no
 grandparents, no aunties or
 uncles, no guardians whatsoever,
 and as a result, are forced to live
 in an orphanage.
 Today 1:11 am
 Sure can.
 Imagine this. You are four years
 old, and you've got a mother and
 father who love you very much.
 Type a message
 Send
 Type a message
 Send
 Iidppess IS.
 Day, weeks, months, years go by,
 and as you watch all the other
 orphans leave with their new
 foster parents, you're hopes of
 I'll never forget what Stuart Little
 took from me.
 having a happy life diminish more
 and more. One day a young
 Today 3:17 am
 couple come in, they remind you
 Can I change my answer
 ΰ€‘ΰ€Ώ ΰ€— ΰ€•ΰ€Ύΰ€° ΰ€Έΰ€Ύ
 much of your parents except
 ΰ€Ύ
 they've already got a
 ΰ€• ΰ€ͺΰ€ΎCgical
 Be my guest
 son. But that's okay. You try extra
 hard to make
 an impression on
 this family a f your last
 chance at livinga
 shildhood, When the time has
 as
 Me so I never have to think about
 that again
 come for them to formally tell the
 which child
 orphanage matron
 they are going to adopt, you
 eagerly await your name to be
 announced. That's when they
 adopt A FUCKING RAT INSTEAD
 OF YOU. This destroys your
 morale, you give up, you run away
 from the orphanage, get raised by
 the streets as a petty pickpocket,
 you'll never remember what true
 happiness is.
 That's the spirit. Next time I can
 tell you about the time Shrek
 cyberbullied me if you want.
 Today 10:22 am
 Okay pls don't unmatch, this is
 important stuff now. But do you
 think it's sometimes better to ask
 forgiveness rather than
 permission?
 I'll never forget what Stuart Little
 took from me
 Yes
 Type a message
 Send
 Type a message..
 Send
Why he hates Stuart Little

Why he hates Stuart Little

Bill Cosby, Family, and Fucking: 4:32 You got two bullets. You're in a room with Hitler, Bill Cosby, Cardi B, a massive spider and Stuart Little. Who you shooting? Wednesday 11:31 pm Bill and hitler Surely that's the only reasonable answer Wednesday 11:49 pm Actually no! The correct answer is to shoot Stuart twice butI admire your conviction. Today 1:40 am Can I get an explanation for that one pls sir Today 2:11 am Sure can. Imagine this. You are four years old, and you've got a mother and father who love you very much. Your days are filled with fun and kindness as your loving parents try to nurture you in the most pleasant environment possible. One day you awaken one to the smell of smoke, night you open your eyes and begin to choke, you try to find your parents but you can't get past the toddler-proof gate in the doorway. You lie down and scream, unable to accept your impending doom. That's when your father rushes in to collect you, you cling onto him for your dear life as he takes you outside and places you on the grass. "I HAVE TO GO GET MUMMY!" He bravely runs back inside, but alas, that's the last you ever see of him. You escape the ordeal with minor scarring, but it's nothing in comparison to the heartbreak you felt that night. You have no grandparents, no aunties or uncles, no guardians whatsoever, and as a result, are forced to live in an orphanage Day, weeks, months, years go by, and as you watch all the other orphans leave with their new foster parents, you're hopes of having a happy life diminish more and more. One day a young couple come in, they remind you much of your parents except they've already got a biological son. But that's okay. You try extra hard to make an impression on this family as this may be your last chance at living a fulfilled childhood. When the time has come for them to formally tell the orphanage matron which child they are going to adopt, you eagerly await your name to be announced. That's when they adopt A FUCKING RAT INSTEAD OF YOU. This destroys your morale, you give up, you run away from the orphanage get raised by the streets as a petty pickpocket, you'll never remember what true happiness Is I'll never forget what Stuart Little took from me Today 4:17 am Can I change my answer Be my guest Me so I never have to think about that again That's the spirit. Next time I can tell you about the time Shrek cyberbullied me if you want. Sent Type a message GIF Why I hate Stuart Little.
Bill Cosby, Family, and Fucking: 4:32
 You got two bullets. You're in
 a room with Hitler, Bill Cosby,
 Cardi B, a massive spider and
 Stuart Little. Who you shooting?
 Wednesday 11:31 pm
 Bill and hitler
 Surely that's the only
 reasonable answer
 Wednesday 11:49 pm
 Actually no! The correct answer
 is to shoot Stuart twice butI
 admire your conviction.
 Today 1:40 am
 Can I get an explanation for
 that one pls sir
 Today 2:11 am
 Sure can.
 Imagine this. You are four years
 old, and you've got a mother
 and father who love you very
 much. Your days are filled with
 fun and kindness as your loving
 parents try to nurture you in
 the most pleasant environment
 possible.
 One day you awaken one
 to the smell of smoke,
 night
 you open your eyes and begin
 to choke, you try to find your
 parents but you can't get past
 the toddler-proof gate in the
 doorway. You lie down and
 scream, unable to accept your
 impending doom. That's when
 your father rushes in to collect
 you, you cling onto him for your
 dear life as he takes you outside
 and places you on the grass.
 "I HAVE TO GO GET MUMMY!"
 He bravely runs back inside, but
 alas, that's the last you ever see
 of him.
 You escape the ordeal with
 minor scarring, but it's nothing
 in comparison to the heartbreak
 you felt that night. You have
 no grandparents, no aunties
 or uncles, no guardians
 whatsoever, and as a result, are
 forced to live in an orphanage
 Day, weeks, months, years go
 by, and as you watch all the
 other orphans leave with their
 new foster parents, you're
 hopes of having a happy life
 diminish more and more. One
 day a young couple come
 in, they remind you much of
 your parents except they've
 already got a biological son.
 But that's okay. You try extra
 hard to make an impression on
 this family as this may be your
 last chance at living a fulfilled
 childhood. When the time has
 come for them to formally tell
 the orphanage matron which
 child they are going to adopt,
 you eagerly await your name
 to be announced. That's when
 they adopt A FUCKING RAT
 INSTEAD OF YOU. This destroys
 your morale, you give up, you
 run away from the orphanage
 get raised by the streets as a
 petty pickpocket, you'll never
 remember what true happiness
 Is
 I'll never forget what Stuart Little
 took from me
 Today 4:17 am
 Can I change my answer
 Be my guest
 Me so I never have to think
 about that again
 That's the spirit. Next time I can
 tell you about the time Shrek
 cyberbullied me if you want.
 Sent
 Type a message
 GIF
Why I hate Stuart Little.

Why I hate Stuart Little.

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Captain Mizuki from Onepunch Man.Β 
I was eagerly waiting for this issue to be released to see how she fights.


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Clock, Countdown, and Energy: buying peaches is so stressful because you have to consume them so quickly... it's like the moment the cashier types in that number the alpha peach turns to its brothers in the bags and says "alright listen up boys, it's time to remember your training. i want to see immense bruising by sundown. i want to see you near inedible by sunrise. remember it is better to die a free man than to be eaten." you gotta wolf down all of your peaches at the check out counter while the trader joe's employees eagerly look at the Peach Consumption Countdown Clock and cheer you on. these peaches have sensors on them that can tell when they come into contact with human hands so they can begin their self-destruct sequence like you're in a spy movie and the peach just relayed a message to you about the whereabouts of jimmy hoffa's decayed remains je-suis-hetalia Jimmy Hoffa is likely dead m4ge this response carries so much chaotic cursed energy. jimmy hoffa was declared dead in 1982 after disappearing in 1975. he was born in 1913, meaning he would be the miraculous age of 105 today if he wasn't dead. "likely dead." the fact that it's a hetalia blog trying to tell me that he is likely dead. the fact that i specifically mention his decayed corpse in my post so there is literally no reason for someone to alert me that he is "likely" deceased. the fact that this hetalia blog is trying to tell this to me, a person who up until recently literally worked for the international brotherhood of teamsters as a person in charge of handling their historical records. i spent two years of my life answering phone calls from people asking me if i personally knew what happened to jimmy hoffa's body. ive spent a significantly longer amount of time trying to forget that hetalia exists. my entire career as a hetalia faceboolk roleplayer at the age of 11 just flashed through my eyes. i legitimately cannot express how much this response has effected me. ive been staring at it for7 minutes. i feel like ive entered the twilight zone je-suis-hetalia I don't ever remember writing that when did I write that m4ge everything about this is cursed peaches
Clock, Countdown, and Energy: buying peaches is so stressful because
 you have to consume them so quickly...
 it's like the moment the cashier types in
 that number the alpha peach turns to
 its brothers in the bags and
 says "alright listen up boys, it's time to
 remember your training. i want to see
 immense bruising by sundown. i want to
 see you near inedible by sunrise.
 remember it is better to die a free man
 than to be eaten." you gotta wolf down
 all of your peaches at the check out
 counter while the trader joe's
 employees eagerly look at the Peach
 Consumption Countdown Clock and
 cheer you on. these peaches have
 sensors on them that can tell when they
 come into contact with human hands so
 they can begin their self-destruct
 sequence like you're in a spy movie and
 the peach just relayed a message to
 you about the whereabouts of jimmy
 hoffa's decayed remains
 je-suis-hetalia
 Jimmy Hoffa is likely dead
 m4ge
 this response carries so much chaotic
 cursed energy. jimmy hoffa was
 declared dead in 1982 after
 disappearing in 1975. he was born in
 1913, meaning he would be the
 miraculous age of 105 today if he
 wasn't dead. "likely dead." the fact that
 it's a hetalia blog trying to tell me that
 he is likely dead. the fact that i
 specifically mention his decayed corpse
 in my post so there is literally no reason
 for someone to alert me that he is
 "likely" deceased. the fact that this
 hetalia blog is trying to tell this to me, a
 person who up until recently literally
 worked for the international
 brotherhood of teamsters as a person
 in charge of handling their historical
 records. i spent two years of my life
 answering phone calls from people
 asking me if i personally knew what
 happened to jimmy hoffa's body. ive
 spent a significantly longer amount of
 time trying to forget that hetalia exists.
 my entire career as a hetalia faceboolk
 roleplayer at the age of 11 just flashed
 through my eyes. i legitimately cannot
 express how much this response has
 effected me. ive been staring at it for7
 minutes. i feel like ive entered the
 twilight zone
 je-suis-hetalia
 I don't ever remember writing that
 when did I write that
 m4ge
 everything about this is cursed
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that. novelty-gift-ideas: Passion Lubes
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 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions
 About the product
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 Lube Pump Included

 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that. novelty-gift-ideas: Passion Lubes
Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5
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 Drum Passion Lubes
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 About the product
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 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. 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 About the product
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 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that. novelty-gift-ideas: Passion Lubes
Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5
 5
 Drum Passion Lubes
 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions
 About the product
 The Ultimate Lube Keg
 .Best Value
 Lube Pump Included

 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that. novelty-gift-ideas: Passion Lubes
Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5
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 Drum Passion Lubes
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 About the product
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 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. 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 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5 5 Drum Passion Lubes 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions About the product The Ultimate Lube Keg .Best Value Lube Pump Included xxBackyard Carnival of Death By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014 Size: 55 Gallon I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a perfect day. Then we brought out the Slip n Slide. The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before allowing them to cue up for the slide. The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the activity I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and desperate for fun. I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure, over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion, they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry, screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in the siding of our home. It was terrifying. When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared, in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper. Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end, no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that. novelty-gift-ideas: Passion Lubes
Animals, Apparently, and Birthday: Based Lubricant, 5
 5
 Drum Passion Lubes
 3,051 customer reviews 78 answered questions
 About the product
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 .Best Value
 Lube Pump Included

 xxBackyard Carnival of Death
 By James O. Thach on February 27, 2014
 Size: 55 Gallon
 I'm a risk analyst for a major insurance firm, so when my wife and I were planning a birthday party for our
 seven-year-old, Crispin, my mind naturally turned to liabilities. We'd settled on the theme of a "backyard
 carnival", complete with a swing set, a trampoline, merry-go-round, and a giant Slip n Slide. So I carefully
 inspected the equipment for safety. It all seemed sound
 We have a home on a bluff overlooking the ocean. As it happened, on the day of the party our neighbors were
 trimming their fichus trees. We heard the sound of their wood chipper buzzing occasionally from the other
 side of our tall hedge. It was a little irritating, but not disruptive
 The party started off wonderfully. A clown we'd hired made balloon animals, Crispin eagerly opened his
 presents, and all the children enjoyed cake and fruit punch. The weather was mild, the skies clear. It seemed a
 perfect day.
 Then we brought out the Slip n Slide.
 The problem with water slides is what we in the trade call "distributed water deficiency zones", or in layman's
 terms, dry spots. If a child hits one of these, it can put the brakes on the fun, and send them sliding down a
 path of medical claims--contusions, concussions, lacerations, abrasions, whiplash, back rash, and disc
 impaction. And that's just for starters. From there, it's a slippery slope toward major litigation
 To avoid even the remote possibility of such injuries, I invested in this 55 gallon drum of water soluble
 personal lubricant--the idea being that the children could enjoy the slide in complete safety, then wash off in
 the hose before their parents came to retrieve them. With that in mind, I dipped each child into the vat before
 allowing them to cue up for the slide.

 The Slip n Slide itself performed admirably, as did the lubricant. That, in fact, was the problem. Due to the
 slight downhill gradient of our yard, the children built up so much speed that they skidded across the lawn and
 into a retaining wall at the other end of our property, with sufficient force that I had to put an end to the
 activity
 I endeavored to roll up the mat--no easy task, as the lawn surrounding the slide was itself now lubricated, and
 I struggled to maintain my footing. When I looked up from my labor, I grasped for the first time the scope of
 the liabilities I had unleashed-a horde of extremely well-lubricated seven-year-olds, hyped up on sugar and
 desperate for fun.
 I saw young Eliza Gimmelman climb onto the trampoline. She began jumping, but the pad soon became so
 slick that she lost all control. Her wild flailing unfortunately fell into harmonic synchronization with the
 motion of the springs, propelling her ever higher, until she soared above the trampoline's safety enclosure,
 over the hedge and into the neighbor's yard. There came a ghastly grinding sound, and I could tell from the
 crimson plume that followed, it would be a total loss
 Twins Jeremy and Mason Lafferty were on the swing set. Having attained the swings' full range of motion,
 they were apparently having difficulty holding on. At that point, the swings became human catapults. Mason
 separated on the backswing, arcing over the roof of our home toward the street beyond. I surmised from the
 screeching tires, car horns and screams of horror that he was also unrecoverable. A terrified Jeremy soon lost
 his grip as well, sailing forward over the bluff, and plummeting 300 feet down into the ice-cold, shark-infested
 waters of the San Francisco Bay. An open claim, but not promising
 The rest of the children were clinging to the merry-go-round. Having just witnessed the violent deaths of at
 least two of their playmates, they were no longer in the mood for fun. However, the lubricant had dripped
 from their glistening bodies into the central cog, allowing it to spin far faster than it was designed to, and this
 likely combined with other factors--their relative weight distribution, the slight incline of the ground--caused
 their motion to become self-sustaining, and the centrifugal force built upon itself until they became a blurry,
 screaming disk of human suffering. Then they began to fly off like cannon balls

 Martin Duckworth was the first to go, causing significant structural damage to our greenhouse. Lisa Aurelio
 shattered a line of ceramic garden gnomes, and Ethan Green slammed into our Audi Q7 so hard it had to be
 written off--as, tragically, did he. Several other children left what looked like gingerbread man indentations in
 the siding of our home. It was terrifying.
 When the wheel finally came to a stop, there was only one child aboard. As luck would have it, it was our own
 beloved Crispin, huddled in the center of the merry-go-round, weeping. My wife ran to him and hugged him
 with all the might of a relieved, traumatized parent. A little too hard, as it turned out. Lubricated as he was, he
 shot from her arms like a wet bar of soap, up fifteen feet in the air, landed on the trampoline, and then soared,
 in a half-gainer, over the hedge, into the wood chipper.
 Since then, I've asked myself a thousand times, is there anything I could have done differently? But in the end,
 no actuary table could have predicted this bloodbath. I can only conclude that this was an act of God. And
 that, to me, is truly terrifying. Because we're not covered for that.
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Af, Bad, and Beautiful: Seth Rogen meets Boo In the film "Tropic Thunder", Kirk Lazarus said: "Never go full retard." Now, I hate the word "retard" - I love all life and if a baby has developmental disabilities, nobody should ever call that beautiful baby a retard - it's a disgusting word to use to refer to someone who has such disabilities. However some of u grown men are not only retards, y'all routinely go full retard, NO OFFENSE - lemme splain u. My lil homegirl call me tell me she dating a dude from a nearby town. It ain't that close so they hanging weekly, he make the drive and slide thru, they have dinner etc. Smart dude, teacher, got his shit together. So out of the blue homeboy say he moving to her town so they can plan their future. I can't blame him - she got a lot to offer πŸ‘©β€πŸ”¬. The problem is, she ain't want all that. Some women want a man around for a specific purpose. Maybe she wanna be homies but she don't wanna bang. Maybe she wanna bang but only after 11:02 pm so if y'all get food after, nobody see u with her bc low key u ain't cute but your PP nice so she only want u at night πŸ€—. Or maybe she wanna be seen with you out on the town because u look nice but she ain't ready to pick baby seats and strollers yet - u feel me? U can't just assume that if a girl fuck with u on ANY level, she wanna be with you forever - these ladies done been thru a lot, bro - good relationships, bad relationships, in betweeners - u feel me? Don't be so eager to suck the fun out of it. Men ASSUME that any woman they meet wanna get married yesterday and have babies tomorrow but guess what - NAH. AF. U gotta take the time to sell her on u. Make her feel like u the one. Until then, create fun experiences and a healthy vibe. And see where it go. And don't go full retard or u gon fuck around and fuck up a good thing for no reason. Ya get me! Bless up! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Af, Bad, and Beautiful: Seth Rogen meets Boo
In the film "Tropic Thunder", Kirk Lazarus said: "Never go full retard." Now, I hate the word "retard" - I love all life and if a baby has developmental disabilities, nobody should ever call that beautiful baby a retard - it's a disgusting word to use to refer to someone who has such disabilities. However some of u grown men are not only retards, y'all routinely go full retard, NO OFFENSE - lemme splain u. My lil homegirl call me tell me she dating a dude from a nearby town. It ain't that close so they hanging weekly, he make the drive and slide thru, they have dinner etc. Smart dude, teacher, got his shit together. So out of the blue homeboy say he moving to her town so they can plan their future. I can't blame him - she got a lot to offer πŸ‘©β€πŸ”¬. The problem is, she ain't want all that. Some women want a man around for a specific purpose. Maybe she wanna be homies but she don't wanna bang. Maybe she wanna bang but only after 11:02 pm so if y'all get food after, nobody see u with her bc low key u ain't cute but your PP nice so she only want u at night πŸ€—. Or maybe she wanna be seen with you out on the town because u look nice but she ain't ready to pick baby seats and strollers yet - u feel me? U can't just assume that if a girl fuck with u on ANY level, she wanna be with you forever - these ladies done been thru a lot, bro - good relationships, bad relationships, in betweeners - u feel me? Don't be so eager to suck the fun out of it. Men ASSUME that any woman they meet wanna get married yesterday and have babies tomorrow but guess what - NAH. AF. U gotta take the time to sell her on u. Make her feel like u the one. Until then, create fun experiences and a healthy vibe. And see where it go. And don't go full retard or u gon fuck around and fuck up a good thing for no reason. Ya get me! Bless up! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

In the film "Tropic Thunder", Kirk Lazarus said: "Never go full retard." Now, I hate the word "retard" - I love all life and if a baby has d...

Being Alone, Anaconda, and Children: baby-dahlia: Here's the thing about being pro choice that people don't get... You don't have to morally agree with abortion to be pro choice. That's why it's not called pro abortion. It's an understanding that you can't make that choice for someone else and they have full control over that not you. It's pro l'm not the boss of everyone else. This is important. my exact feelings on this subject. This is a good thing to send people who think pro choice means you love abortions and think everyone should get abortions. Pro choice people are not "baby killers," we are not eagerly waiting for the next abortion to happen. Abortions are not fun, and the decision to have an abortion isn't one people look forward to making, no matter how "feminist" they are. Some people agonize over the decision, and for some people, it's an obvious decision to make because they know they cannot (financially or otherwise) raise a child. For a more ~advanced critique~ of this post, there shouldn't be a "moral agreement" with abortion because it's not a one-size-fits-all case. What I mean by that is, you can't say you're against abortions when you don't know the circumstances leading pregnant people to get abortions. It is easy to sit on a high horse and say "I would never have an abortion because I can afford to raise a child healthily, and my mom can help me raise the child while i go to college." What if you have no support, you can barely keep yourself fed and housed despite working 3 jobs, and you know you couldn't raise a child adequately (and don't say adoption because there are currently over 100,000 foster children eligible for & waiting to be adopted in the US alone- and children who are not white, who are disabled, etc get adopted way less than white able bodied children). Or what if you could support a child but you're not ready to? There's a perception that every pregnant person wants to have a child & immediately falls in love with their baby when they give birth; that is not always true. You raising a child you don't want is not a healthy environment for a child to be in. Basically, it's not possible to define a moral line here- if you're ok with abortion if the pregnant person is raped, but not if the person had consensual sex with their partner, then you're still saying "I don't want you to have control over your own body, BUT if you're raped then I guess you can have control this one time." Having the right to decide what YOU do with YOUR OWN BODY should not be conditional.
Being Alone, Anaconda, and Children: baby-dahlia:
 Here's the thing about being pro choice
 that people don't get...
 You don't have to morally agree with
 abortion to be pro choice. That's why
 it's not called pro abortion. It's an
 understanding that you can't make that
 choice for someone else and they have
 full control over that not you. It's pro l'm
 not the boss of everyone else.
 This is important.
 my exact feelings on this subject.
This is a good thing to send people who think pro choice means you love abortions and think everyone should get abortions. Pro choice people are not "baby killers," we are not eagerly waiting for the next abortion to happen. Abortions are not fun, and the decision to have an abortion isn't one people look forward to making, no matter how "feminist" they are. Some people agonize over the decision, and for some people, it's an obvious decision to make because they know they cannot (financially or otherwise) raise a child. For a more ~advanced critique~ of this post, there shouldn't be a "moral agreement" with abortion because it's not a one-size-fits-all case. What I mean by that is, you can't say you're against abortions when you don't know the circumstances leading pregnant people to get abortions. It is easy to sit on a high horse and say "I would never have an abortion because I can afford to raise a child healthily, and my mom can help me raise the child while i go to college." What if you have no support, you can barely keep yourself fed and housed despite working 3 jobs, and you know you couldn't raise a child adequately (and don't say adoption because there are currently over 100,000 foster children eligible for & waiting to be adopted in the US alone- and children who are not white, who are disabled, etc get adopted way less than white able bodied children). Or what if you could support a child but you're not ready to? There's a perception that every pregnant person wants to have a child & immediately falls in love with their baby when they give birth; that is not always true. You raising a child you don't want is not a healthy environment for a child to be in. Basically, it's not possible to define a moral line here- if you're ok with abortion if the pregnant person is raped, but not if the person had consensual sex with their partner, then you're still saying "I don't want you to have control over your own body, BUT if you're raped then I guess you can have control this one time." Having the right to decide what YOU do with YOUR OWN BODY should not be conditional.

This is a good thing to send people who think pro choice means you love abortions and think everyone should get abortions. Pro choice people...