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(Kens 5 San Antonio)   Child brings inert grenade to school. People go crazy as if it were ert   (kens5.com) divider line 58
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2013-12-18 10:03:37 AM
I spent the night in an ert once.  Very cozy.
 
2013-12-18 10:11:02 AM
This thread is about to go full ert.
 
2013-12-18 10:14:52 AM
Such a dumb headline subby, and I loved it!
 
2013-12-18 10:27:07 AM

i1123.photobucket.com

 
2013-12-18 10:31:17 AM
Yeah, well I guess they get to repeat a year.........

/for being a dumbass
 
2013-12-18 11:16:12 AM
That headline leaves me gruntled.
 
2013-12-18 11:16:14 AM
What the school's response should have been:

mysouthernheritage.com
 
2013-12-18 11:16:27 AM
Headline of the week.
 
2013-12-18 11:16:55 AM
community.warplanes.com

Welcome to Ert!
 
2013-12-18 11:16:59 AM
ERMAHGERD! ERN ERT GRERNERD!
 
2013-12-18 11:17:12 AM
The best headlines of the year have all come in the last few weeks when HotY voting is already underway.  Damn shame.
 
2013-12-18 11:17:36 AM
Irregardless, ert is a perfectly cromulent word.
 
2013-12-18 11:17:53 AM
encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com
 
2013-12-18 11:18:54 AM
A paperweight?
shut. down. everything.
 
2013-12-18 11:21:16 AM
I probably shouldn't have done a GIS for "dummy grenade."

Brb, someone's at the door...
 
2013-12-18 11:21:23 AM
It wasn't immediately clear where the student got the grenade.

After determining the ertibility of the grenade, you would think this would be their next priority.
 
2013-12-18 11:22:27 AM
Be glad it didn't have British ignition.

Then t would be reverse ert.
 
2013-12-18 11:22:52 AM
"Bodies at rest", as it were, you idiots!
 
2013-12-18 11:23:08 AM
Grenade found in child's lunchbox

WTF was he planning on eating it???

images.sodahead.com

/that's hardcore.
 
2013-12-18 11:23:36 AM
My mom always put a sandwich, a bag of chips and a grenade in my lunchbox.
 
2013-12-18 11:24:13 AM
Most humans learn from experience.
Nannys do not.
 
2013-12-18 11:25:21 AM
CSB time:  Back in high school, and that wasn't THAT long ago, mid to late 90s, a kid brought one of those in.  The school security guard grabbed it, said "Oh cool, one of those dummy grenades" and handed it back to him.  Times certainly have changed.
 
2013-12-18 11:31:56 AM

Cybernetic: That headline leaves me gruntled.


I was whelmed.
 
2013-12-18 11:33:55 AM
th03.deviantart.net
 
2013-12-18 11:34:57 AM

nekom: CSB time:  Back in high school, and that wasn't THAT long ago, mid to late 90s, a kid brought one of those in.  The school security guard grabbed it, said "Oh cool, one of those dummy grenades" and handed it back to him.  Times certainly have changed.


In 1st or 2nd grade I brought a used smoke grenade in for show and tell.  Nobody freaked out or anything.  We didn't have security guards either.
 
2013-12-18 11:35:04 AM
someone was in the 'irregardless' thread earlier this week.

subby seems particularly ept.
 
2013-12-18 11:36:01 AM

uncleacid: My mom always put a sandwich, a bag of chips and a grenade in my lunchbox.


Did you go to a Chicago public school?
 
2013-12-18 11:38:45 AM
I don't know ert, but I know what I like.

/it's grenades.
 
2013-12-18 11:39:28 AM
Stuff liek this makes me shudder.  In the mid-90s, on "hippie day" during School Pride Week, I would always dress in full combat fatigues, complete with a couple of defused and disarmed grenades and an M-249 bullet belt (again, no actual bullets, just the casings) over my shoulder, representing the Vietnam cintingency (I was a contrarian douchepellet - don't judge).  No problems, never a single talking to.  I had no intention of doing anything improper, I just felt like rebelling slightly.  Today, the school would be on lockdown and I'd be branded a terrorist and locked away for life.
 
2013-12-18 11:40:19 AM
might as well post the 'how I met my wife' story here as well.

How I met my wife by Jack Winter

 It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way. I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do. Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion. So I decided not to rush it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings. Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory char- acter who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.

Jack Winter, Shouts & Murmurs, "How I Met My Wife," The New Yorker , July 25, 1994, p. 82
 
2013-12-18 11:40:37 AM

Skail: Stuff liek this makes me shudder.  In the mid-90s, on "hippie day" during School Pride Week, I would always dress in full combat fatigues, complete with a couple of defused and disarmed grenades and an M-249 M-60 bullet belt (again, no actual bullets, just the casings) over my shoulder, representing the Vietnam cintingency (I was a contrarian douchepellet - don't judge).  No problems, never a single talking to.  I had no intention of doing anything improper, I just felt like rebelling slightly.  Today, the school would be on lockdown and I'd be branded a terrorist and locked away for life.


FTFM.
 
2013-12-18 11:43:06 AM
Funny, I was in high school, searching through lockers the day after locks had been removed, you know how people leave crap behind, when I found one of these babies. It sat on my desk for the last three days of the year. After, of course, each teacher had checked it out.

/2002
//Use yer brains, morans!
 
2013-12-18 11:44:39 AM
"It wasn't immediately clear where the student got the grenade."

Said the reporter who was too dumb to google it and find it on amazon.. (pops)
 
2013-12-18 11:45:30 AM

bopis: uncleacid: My mom always put a sandwich, a bag of chips and a grenade in my lunchbox.

Did you go to a Chicago public school?


Worse, NYC public school.
 
2013-12-18 11:47:26 AM

Sofa King Smart: might as well post the 'how I met my wife' story here as well.

How I met my wife by Jack Winter

 It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate. I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way. I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do. Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion. So I decided not to rush it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings. Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory char- acter who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the part ...


What are the odds that this story is useful in two different threads in the same week.

/have already forgotten what the other thread was.
 
2013-12-18 11:50:08 AM
I wonder whether it was a flammable or inflammable grenade?
 
2013-12-18 11:54:09 AM

walkerhound: I wonder whether it was a flammable or inflammable grenade?


irregardless, it's a mute point.
 
2013-12-18 12:02:18 PM

lockers: [encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com image 280x180]


I don't get it.

/someone had to say it.
 
2013-12-18 12:04:50 PM

ChipNASA: lockers: [encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com image 280x180]

I don't get it.

/someone had to say it.


GIS is a mind bending place. It was so surreal I couldn't not post it.
 
GBB
2013-12-18 12:05:04 PM
Was it ert?

Well, it was scratched a little.
 
2013-12-18 12:05:50 PM
I love ert!

i1268.photobucket.com
 
2013-12-18 12:07:52 PM

Keeve: It wasn't immediately clear where the student got the grenade.

After determining the ertibility of the grenade, you would think this would be their next priority.


But you have to remember that the first priority of the "media" is to "write" an "article" as soon as they have enough "information" to say anything.

/quotes
 
2013-12-18 12:07:55 PM

scottydoesntknow: Such a dumb headline subby, and I loved it!


"Ert" is one of those things that will make me laugh every time. "Gruntled" is another.
 
2013-12-18 12:09:54 PM
If it was an alive grenade, what's the problem?
 
2013-12-18 12:10:13 PM

nytmare: Cybernetic: That headline leaves me gruntled.

I was whelmed.


I think you can only do that in Europe.
 
2013-12-18 12:10:22 PM
Well, I'm not entirely plussed.
 
2013-12-18 01:43:53 PM
I lol-ed at headline, well played sub by.
 
2013-12-18 01:53:12 PM

Dancin_In_Anson: [i1123.photobucket.com image 640x480]


Exactly what I was thinking about.
 
2013-12-18 01:53:37 PM
This thread is gold.

/not butt ert
 
2013-12-18 02:02:31 PM
isleofran.com
 
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