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Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib
soda is just sour juice that we put bubbles and ice in like a clown took a fruit and whispered static into it then served it cold because room temperature isn't dramatic enough and we all pretend it's refreshing even though it tastes like betrayal in a can like if a lemon and a lightning storm had a baby and named it disappointment and now it fizzes at you every time you try to enjoy a sip like it’s judging your life choices with every carbonated pop

and don't even get me started on the ice which is just cold water with an ego problem sitting there melting slowly like it’s trying to sneak into your drink unnoticed like a teenager creeping past curfew adding water one drop at a time until suddenly your soda tastes like sadness and sink water and the bubbles are gone because of course they are because nothing good ever stays like dreams or paychecks or that feeling you get right before your favorite show gets canceled for no reason

and we still drink it because why not because life is a never-ending circus and soda is the clown car full of citrusy lies and artificial joy and it's not even real juice it's a chemically enhanced liquid illusion like a magician in a lab coat trying to convince your tongue that this is what oranges would taste like if they had abandonment issues and grew up in a plastic bottle

and don’t pretend diet soda is better because that’s like saying a punch in the face is better if you’re wearing sunglasses sure it’s technically true but the experience still sucks and now your mouth tastes like a robot tried to kiss you while whispering sweet nothings about zero calories and you nodded along even though deep down you knew the only thing zero in that can is dignity

and yet we keep drinking it because it’s everywhere like regret or pop songs or that one cousin who shows up uninvited and brings nothing to the party but weird energy and half a story and soda’s sitting there too fizzing in the corner like it owns the place while the ice clinks along like a wingman with nothing better to do and the straw swirls in like a plastic parasite pretending to help when all it does is make you look like you’re trying too hard to enjoy a chemical cocktail that tastes like liquidized peer pressure and forgotten promises

but fine fine sure soda's fine let's all keep drinking it because what else are we gonna do drink water like we're responsible adults or gods forbid try kombucha and start talking about gut health like our intestines have a personality and need to be catered to like a temperamental houseguest who only eats fermented things and judges your Netflix queue no thanks give me my cold bubbly regret in a cup full of lies and half-melted ambition and let me sip my carbonated mediocrity in peace while the ice stares back at me like it knows what I did last summer

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Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib
post your unhinged rants here vvvvvv

Anderson Koopa
Jun 9, 2006

all is right with the world especially as I lay waste to my fellow IKs
Grimey Drawer
I've never tried kombucha. Is it good?

Does it help you poop?

OpaqueEcho
Feb 8, 2003

oh no no bro oh no
soda makes me fart a lot OP

pixaal
Jan 8, 2004

All ice cream is now for all beings, no matter how many legs.


is a door without hinges still a door? I argue that no, it is now a beer pong table. It has been improved by stripping away that which defines it as a door. remove the door knob, it is a cup holder for the judge if you sink it into the judge's beer you are automatically disqualified. Now who wants to dress up as clowns and play beer pong but the sun is still up so we're using sour clown juice. Except the judge they are day drinking because the rules say they must have a beer.

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

Anderson Koopa posted:

I've never tried kombucha. Is it good?

Does it help you poop?

It has probiotics

Lil Swamp Booger Baby
Aug 1, 1981

British people say Soder

BAGS FLY AT NOON
Apr 6, 2011


When ilovebeersooomuch isn't posting, all the other goons should be asking "where's ilovebeersooomuch?" That's what I think.
Soda is usually sweet not sour OP

Anderson Koopa
Jun 9, 2006

all is right with the world especially as I lay waste to my fellow IKs
Grimey Drawer

Tube posted:

It has probiotics

I'm team antibiotics :argh:

Anderson Koopa
Jun 9, 2006

all is right with the world especially as I lay waste to my fellow IKs
Grimey Drawer

Lil Swamp Booger Baby posted:

British people say Soder

Wasn't Thomas the Tank engine from there?

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

BAGS FLY AT NOON posted:

Soda is usually sweet not sour OP

Only compared to water or lemons, not other juice

RobertoHambuergesa
Feb 25, 2008

Bad stuff happens in the bathroom
Soda? You mean burp water.

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

pixaal posted:

is a door without hinges still a door? I argue that no, it is now a beer pong table. It has been improved by stripping away that which defines it as a door. remove the door knob, it is a cup holder for the judge if you sink it into the judge's beer you are automatically disqualified. Now who wants to dress up as clowns and play beer pong but the sun is still up so we're using sour clown juice. Except the judge they are day drinking because the rules say they must have a beer.

hinges are life because everything important swings on them doors relationships knees sometimes your sanity and when one breaks you don’t notice at first it just creaks a little like a warning cough from the universe but you ignore it because who listens to hinges until the whole drat door falls off and slaps you like a wet towel of consequences and suddenly you’re staring at your problems wide open with no way to close them again

hinges are that quiet kid in high school who knew too much and said too little until prom night when everything went sideways and now nobody talks about what happened in the gymnasium with the fog machine and the principal’s Volvo

and they’re always there these hinges holding it all together with screws barely tight like your last shred of optimism or the waistband on your sweatpants after thanksgiving dinner and we just keep trusting them like fools dangling off the edge of function and entropy while time rusts everything with the enthusiasm of a raccoon in a trash buffet

they squeak like a ghost with joint pain every time you open the closet where you keep your hopes your backup dreams your failed attempts at adulting and maybe a cursed sweater from 2003 that still smells like compromise and Axe body spray and that’s the thing right hinges don’t judge they just hang in there like emotional support metal unless they snap and take half the frame with them because sometimes even the strongest get tired of holding your drat door shut

and what’s worse is we oil them like that fixes things slathering on a bandaid of lubricant and denial thinking we did something useful while the whole structure groans like a middle manager two years from retirement who just wants to go fishing but can’t because Gary called in sick again and the toner exploded

some hinges are ornamental which is just fancy talk for useless like motivational posters or scented erasers or promises from people who use phrases like circle back or value-added which are code for I will let this fall apart with a smile

and don’t even bring up metaphorical hinges like emotional thresholds or spiritual doors because then we’re swimming in a sea of half-baked life advice with no paddle and only a vague horoscope to guide us and meanwhile real hinges are out here doing the work the unsung heroes of every opening every closing every dramatic exit and accidental reveal of that one drawer full of tangled cords and expired batteries

hinges are the spine of civilization the reason your bathroom door doesn’t betray you mid-shower the quiet MVPs of intimacy and privacy and dramatic entrances and yet they’ll never get a holiday no one makes a card that says thanks for holding it together when everything else was falling apart you beautiful underrated mechanical wizard

and maybe that’s the point maybe we’re all hinges just trying to stay attached keep swinging not snap under pressure and if we squeak a little so what at least we’re still here still holding on still keeping the drat door from hitting someone in the face on the way out

pixaal
Jan 8, 2004

All ice cream is now for all beings, no matter how many legs.


Civilization is a spine made of hinges? are we some kind of snake? A giant ouroboros?

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

pixaal posted:

Civilization is a spine made of hinges? are we some kind of snake? A giant ouroboros?

maaaaan you don't know the half of it

AcidCat
Feb 10, 2005

tl:dr OP but my takeaway is soda is sour clown juice and I'm ok with that assertion.

lowtax death mask
Nov 24, 2024

"You always were a kidder, Steve."
soda or pop?

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

Soda pop
Or it's all "Coke" in the southeast

Bird Turgler
Aug 6, 2024

Keeper of all things
feathered and fowl

Anderson Koopa posted:

I've never tried kombucha. Is it good?

Does it help you poop?

It's pretty good. I made my own a while back but I think I was putting too much sugar in it cause it was legitimately getting me drunk off just a couple of glasses. I've been thinking about making some more lately, I haven't fed my scoby in over a year and just assumed it must have died by now but when I was digging through a cupboard the other day I found the gallon jar it was in and it had grown to fill almost the entire jar so I guess I'll brew some tea tonight and see what happens. Worst case I'll probably have some tasty vinegar at least.

Didn't notice anything in the poop department when I was drinking it on the reg.

e: Never got the carbonation quite right though, not sure why

Bird Turgler fucked around with this message at 21:00 on Mar 24, 2025

SatansOnion
Dec 12, 2011

yup, it really grinds my gears, op

Khanstant
Apr 5, 2007
More like diluted corn syrup. Still, better than the fabuloso tasting fake sugars they keep trying to sneak into things, even things with actual sugar in it. They need another word for the substitute sugars because they definitely aren't sweet.

Panic! At The Tesco
Aug 19, 2005

FART


so what OP bubbles are rad

Diamond Dallas Page
Nov 17, 2017

og brogi
I wasn't addicted to pop at all then I quit smoking and drinking and now I am addicted to diet soda. gently caress

Big Ass On Fire
Jun 16, 2023

Anderson Koopa posted:

I've never tried kombucha. Is it good?

Does it help you poop?
It slows my gut down a bit which is good for me. Someone who has trouble going may have a bad time.

Probably depends on the individual.

The first sip is probably going to be very off putting, slightly vinegary. But it's nice and of course store brands are all tarted up with berry and juice flavors etc.

Smugworth
Apr 18, 2003

Been sayin this

Anderson Koopa
Jun 9, 2006

all is right with the world especially as I lay waste to my fellow IKs
Grimey Drawer

Bird Turgler posted:

It's pretty good. I made my own a while back but I think I was putting too much sugar in it cause it was legitimately getting me drunk off just a couple of glasses. I've been thinking about making some more lately, I haven't fed my scoby in over a year and just assumed it must have died by now but when I was digging through a cupboard the other day I found the gallon jar it was in and it had grown to fill almost the entire jar so I guess I'll brew some tea tonight and see what happens. Worst case I'll probably have some tasty vinegar at least.

Didn't notice anything in the poop department when I was drinking it on the reg.

e: Never got the carbonation quite right though, not sure why


Bird Turgler posted:

It's pretty good. I made my own a while back but I think I was putting too much sugar in it cause it was legitimately getting me drunk off just a couple of glasses. I've been thinking about making some more lately, I haven't fed my scoby in over a year and just assumed it must have died by now but when I was digging through a cupboard the other day I found the gallon jar it was in and it had grown to fill almost the entire jar so I guess I'll brew some tea tonight and see what happens. Worst case I'll probably have some tasty vinegar at least.

Didn't notice anything in the poop department when I was drinking it on the reg.

e: Never got the carbonation quite right though, not sure why

I'll have to look for it in the store and give it a try.

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib
kombucha is amazing but not for the faint of heart or the strong of nose or the innocent of palate it’s like drinking the ghost of a vinegar factory that died in a yoga accident and came back to haunt your gut with probiotics and unrelenting self-righteousness like it’s not a beverage it’s a fermented dare dressed in a mason jar wearing a scarf and telling you about its trip to Bali

the first sip is betrayal like your mouth signed up for juice and got a roundhouse kick from a fermented tea leaf with a superiority complex it’s tangy in the way regret is tangy like you’re not sure if you love it or if it’s just Stockholm Syndrome with a fizz and then you realize oh no you’re hooked and now you can’t go back to regular drinks without wondering where the culture is where the complexity is where the hell is my scoby

and don’t get me started on the scoby that sentient blob of biomechanical mystery floating in the jar like an alien placenta or something you’d find in a mad wizard’s fridge next to the pickled despair and unlabeled potion vials it’s alive it has texture and it looks like the thing that stares back at you when you question your life choices in the mirror at 3am but somehow it makes health potions and hipster cred so we let it live

kombucha is the beverage equivalent of a personality test wrapped in a punch to the colon it’s sweet but only in the way a backhanded compliment is sweet like someone telling you you look good for your age or that you’re brave for trying fermented stuff on purpose and meanwhile your tongue is screaming your esophagus is negotiating and your stomach is quietly clapping like yes yes give me more of that delicious microbial chaos

and let’s not pretend people drink it casually no one just accidentally enjoys kombucha the way you might stumble into liking sparkling water or acoustic remixes of 90s dance songs no this is intentional this is ritualistic this is the sacred bubbling grail of those who wear sandals year-round and think "forest bathing" is a real thing and who honestly believe you can clear trauma by humming at a quartz crystal

but if you can survive that first bottle if you can ride the vinegar tsunami past the bubbles of doubt and the aftertaste of ancestral fermentation you will emerge changed you will be reborn with guts of steel and a tongue that fears nothing not even turmeric or spirulina or phrases like activated charcoal you will be initiated into the ancient sect of people who know where to buy ginger lemon cayenne kombucha and how to pronounce all the ingredients on the label without crying

kombucha is not for cowards or casuals it’s not a soda it’s not a juice it’s a lifestyle in a glass bottle it’s digestive chaos alchemy it’s drinking your own weird decisions and saying yeah I made this choice and I’d do it again and then burping quietly because it is, after all, alive and full of judgment

cumpantry
Dec 18, 2020

too many words write less words next time

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

cumpantry posted:

too many words write less words next time

there are not too many words only the necessary ones each one a brick in the crumbling wall of explanation stacked and chipped and maybe a little moldy but still standing because without them what do we have grunts and interpretive dance and confused eyebrows trying to navigate complex emotional terrain with nothing but sighs and panic blinks

people say oh you talk too much or why so many words and I say friend that’s like telling a river it flows too far or a sandwich it has too much sandwich in it there is no excess when you’re trying to build a bridge out of language and most bridges need more than just one plank and a hopeful shrug

every word is a lifeboat on the sea of misunderstanding and some of us are out here with entire fleets trying to keep nuance from drowning while others are clinging to one-word rafts screaming vibes at the storm and hoping for rescue

words are like seasoning too little and the meal is bland too much and you’re just showing off but just enough and you reach that moment that transcends hunger where your mouth goes silent not because it has nothing to say but because the flavors are already speaking in tongues

and yes some of us use more than others not because we love the sound of our own voices okay maybe a little but mostly because silence is a tricky thing it fills up fast with assumptions and bad memories and that one conversation you had five years ago that still haunts you in the shower

so we fill the air with words not because we’re trying to suffocate you but because we’re trying to breathe and sometimes that takes a whole paragraph and a dramatic pause and maybe a weird metaphor about chairs or bees or existential dread

but trust me there are not too many words only the ones we need and sometimes the ones we didn’t know we needed until they showed up and made a mess of our neatly filed emotional cabinets dragging out old files labeled don’t talk about this and hey remember that time in fifth grade when you called your teacher mom

words are how we stitch reality together how we tape over the cracks and scrawl poetry on the duct tape because why the hell not we’re all falling apart we might as well do it eloquently

so no there are not too many words just too few patient ears and maybe not enough people willing to admit that sometimes the best part of the sentence is the one that hasn’t stopped yet

Alan Smithee
Jan 4, 2005


A man becomes preeminent, he's expected to have enthusiasms.

Enthusiasms, enthusiasms...

Tube posted:

post your unhinged rants here vvvvvv


Tube posted:

soda is just sour juice that we put bubbles and ice in like a clown took a fruit and whispered static into it then served it cold because room temperature isn't dramatic enough and we all pretend it's refreshing even though it tastes like betrayal in a can like if a lemon and a lightning storm had a baby and named it disappointment and now it fizzes at you every time you try to enjoy a sip like it’s judging your life choices with every carbonated pop

and don't even get me started on the ice which is just cold water with an ego problem sitting there melting slowly like it’s trying to sneak into your drink unnoticed like a teenager creeping past curfew adding water one drop at a time until suddenly your soda tastes like sadness and sink water and the bubbles are gone because of course they are because nothing good ever stays like dreams or paychecks or that feeling you get right before your favorite show gets canceled for no reason

and we still drink it because why not because life is a never-ending circus and soda is the clown car full of citrusy lies and artificial joy and it's not even real juice it's a chemically enhanced liquid illusion like a magician in a lab coat trying to convince your tongue that this is what oranges would taste like if they had abandonment issues and grew up in a plastic bottle

and don’t pretend diet soda is better because that’s like saying a punch in the face is better if you’re wearing sunglasses sure it’s technically true but the experience still sucks and now your mouth tastes like a robot tried to kiss you while whispering sweet nothings about zero calories and you nodded along even though deep down you knew the only thing zero in that can is dignity

and yet we keep drinking it because it’s everywhere like regret or pop songs or that one cousin who shows up uninvited and brings nothing to the party but weird energy and half a story and soda’s sitting there too fizzing in the corner like it owns the place while the ice clinks along like a wingman with nothing better to do and the straw swirls in like a plastic parasite pretending to help when all it does is make you look like you’re trying too hard to enjoy a chemical cocktail that tastes like liquidized peer pressure and forgotten promises

but fine fine sure soda's fine let's all keep drinking it because what else are we gonna do drink water like we're responsible adults or gods forbid try kombucha and start talking about gut health like our intestines have a personality and need to be catered to like a temperamental houseguest who only eats fermented things and judges your Netflix queue no thanks give me my cold bubbly regret in a cup full of lies and half-melted ambition and let me sip my carbonated mediocrity in peace while the ice stares back at me like it knows what I did last summer

cumpantry
Dec 18, 2020

Tube posted:

there are not too many words only the necessary ones each one a brick in the crumbling wall of explanation stacked and chipped and maybe a little moldy but still standing because without them what do we have grunts and interpretive dance and confused eyebrows trying to navigate complex emotional terrain with nothing but sighs and panic blinks

people say oh you talk too much or why so many words and I say friend that’s like telling a river it flows too far or a sandwich it has too much sandwich in it there is no excess when you’re trying to build a bridge out of language and most bridges need more than just one plank and a hopeful shrug

every word is a lifeboat on the sea of misunderstanding and some of us are out here with entire fleets trying to keep nuance from drowning while others are clinging to one-word rafts screaming vibes at the storm and hoping for rescue

words are like seasoning too little and the meal is bland too much and you’re just showing off but just enough and you reach that moment that transcends hunger where your mouth goes silent not because it has nothing to say but because the flavors are already speaking in tongues

and yes some of us use more than others not because we love the sound of our own voices okay maybe a little but mostly because silence is a tricky thing it fills up fast with assumptions and bad memories and that one conversation you had five years ago that still haunts you in the shower

so we fill the air with words not because we’re trying to suffocate you but because we’re trying to breathe and sometimes that takes a whole paragraph and a dramatic pause and maybe a weird metaphor about chairs or bees or existential dread

but trust me there are not too many words only the ones we need and sometimes the ones we didn’t know we needed until they showed up and made a mess of our neatly filed emotional cabinets dragging out old files labeled don’t talk about this and hey remember that time in fifth grade when you called your teacher mom

words are how we stitch reality together how we tape over the cracks and scrawl poetry on the duct tape because why the hell not we’re all falling apart we might as well do it eloquently

so no there are not too many words just too few patient ears and maybe not enough people willing to admit that sometimes the best part of the sentence is the one that hasn’t stopped yet

you are human gpt

Call Your Grandma
Jan 17, 2010

what if you like being kissed by a robot?

Panic! At The Tesco
Aug 19, 2005

FART


i'm drinking a can of 7up Zero right now OP what you gonna do huh?

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

cumpantry posted:

you are human gpt

I've been called worse

Tube
Jun 1, 2000

I'm going off the rails on a CRAZY TRAIN!

Fallen Rib

Panic! At The Tesco posted:

i'm drinking a can of 7up Zero right now OP what you gonna do huh?

Call in the clowns

Panic! At The Tesco
Aug 19, 2005

FART


i'd better nip to the shop and top up the supply then, it would be rude of me to not offer the clowns a nice fizzy beverage

Big Ass On Fire
Jun 16, 2023

The first time I tried kombucha I grabbed a bottle on a whim, no idea what it was, and got some lunch. This was at a whole foods. Paid, found an empty table and shook the kombucha violently, opened it and it sprayed all over me, my table and every table adjacent to me that was not blocked by my body.

Smugworth
Apr 18, 2003

c*mpantry posted:

too many words write less words next time

Ultimate Shrek Fan
May 2, 2005

It's a Disney movie, who gives a shit!

Anderson Koopa posted:

I'm team antibiotics :argh:

drat u

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Anderson Koopa
Jun 9, 2006

all is right with the world especially as I lay waste to my fellow IKs
Grimey Drawer

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