Things you have an irrational hatred of

[bodysnatcher]

hey bammer, if there's a free throw shooting contest and everyone has 10 shots, and someone gets 2/10, should they just say they got 1/5 instead?

Yeah what if they were 0/5 and 2/5

[Bammer]

hey bammer, if there's a free throw shooting contest and everyone has 10 shots, and someone gets 2/10, should they just say they got 1/5 instead?

Ok honestly is tree this dumb or are we back on genius trolling?

Can’t believe I responded to this.

[tree_]

I’m definitely pretty stupid, but it’s a good point if you think about it

[bodysnatcher]

Is 1st and 10 the same as 2nd and 20?

[knee tunes]

hey bammer, if there's a free throw shooting contest and everyone has 10 shots, and someone gets 2/10, should they just say they got 1/5 instead?

Ok honestly is tree this dumb or are we back on genius trolling?

Can’t believe I responded to this.

What's your answer?

[Bammer]

hey bammer, if there's a free throw shooting contest and everyone has 10 shots, and someone gets 2/10, should they just say they got 1/5 instead?

Ok honestly is tree this dumb or are we back on genius trolling?

Can’t believe I responded to this.

What's your answer?

Rating is a subjective opinion.

The other (free throws) is counting something that actually happened and recording the actual results.

[E.H. Ruddock]

Did we do this already about this?

Thin Pair
Times of Double
Two You Are

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Gods’ Twice

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Bammer]

Did we do this already about this?

Thin Pair
Times of Double
Two You Are

The judges would also have accepted Twin Air

[Bammer]

Trag omg stop

[Bammer]

Pairachutes come on you guys

[tree_]

good one

[Bammer]

Never Deucestination

[tree_]

FOURest Gump

[spike]

Better Tandem

[spike]

I Got Split

[spike]

Given To Bi

[spike]

Ooooh dear dyad…