so far,./.

Celebrate pinhead stylee!

Go for 28 and make them big glasses!

I think I should. Good to see you at my party-help yourslef. Th eglasses are big but secveral minutyes someone had really SAKreqwed me up and thats the reason I will publish his childish comment which points when others are celbartin he cannor leave and nust bring some shit coming dorth



why being friendly aned straightforwaesd is a vice? almost hit 28th... Ehrenwort ist Ehrenwort

Did you eat a bug?

Almost, that Forficula auricularia went into that glass straw and I was drinkin' tea without knowing it-I have tasted its claws or what, Jeez.

From that time on I react very bleeeh to all insects of that kind. Spiders are an expection, but as you have read I have used to have a colony and trained them.

Seeing the poll results, seems if some of you bet wrongly, you would have lost a fortune. Gambling, sweet gambling.

No hangover, got up at 7 am, feelin' great and thanking once again for all your wishes.

A trained colony of spiders?

Did you train them to suck the toxins outta yer system while you slept?

I think they left your brain a little spongy. Spiders have a knot of about 4 nerves that constitutes their "brains". Very primitive. Very instinctual.

Not very trainable.

They were trained to co-operate among themselves and go in groups-they have formed a one with at least 3-4 sub-groups of the same family.

The weaklings were eaten for the survival's sake. One autumn, I have taken my jar and set them free-they went away but still in a group; lil' army-in-the-making.

Definitely, one spider musta bitten you in your cock, not having found any brain in yer head.

Care to share the secrets of your training regime?
I assume being a good comrade you used Pavlovian methods.
Just not sure what you used for rewards and what your defined target behaviors were.

I'll address insults only when you're clear-headed enuff to come up with something witty.

Insults are as serious as xit. You are my breakfast, puppet-I need a victim, you fit perfectly.

And I am not a comrade in whatever sense you are deluding yerself you know me.

I stand corrected: drobna burżuazja.
My apologies.

Now, will you elaborate on your training methodology?

Sure. First was grouping them together-they are usually on their own but had to make webs together and I have observed they have divided into two main groups themselves:

a) leaders/masters/elders-rather old spiders, experienced and probably some were poisonous who were waiting for flies or other insects caught in the web to be delivered to them by b)

b) youth/weavers/soldiers-rather young and small spiders whose objective was to weave, prepare meals and deliver them to a)

Because I was catchin' spiders one by one, day by day, colony was growing and a) and b) roles were changing.

Even nowadays, when I meet any spider we both get on well with one another, just like with any other animal-they always liked me.

That little fellow below itself went on my hand and stayed there for a while:

Exactly what part of this constitutes "training"?

Living in new place=jar, being grouped of different families, learning how to co-operate, spiders usually live alone and on their own.

Um, weren't you just observing their adaptive behavior?

Or did you lend some sort of guiding hand to train them how to cope with the new circumstances?

Observing, feeding if I killed some tasty flies that might not get. Same as with pigeons-feeding, observing, flying, etc.

So, in fact, you didn't fuckin' train the spiders any more than you trained the squab-on-the-fly. Shit, man, do you take credit for the sun comin' up in the morning, too?

Oh, and spiders don't scavenge for food.

Everything boils down to having a pet, first were spiders and grasshoppers later, then rats, I used to walk a dog, too.

Maybe training was not the right word but you have not come up with a better one, either.

I like animals, etc-just that.

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I think I liked the part about the booze better.
Except, much like now, I had no idea wtf you were talking about.

I am askin' the same question over and over again. And good to see you, Dinky.

I like the new siggy.

If it had not been for ya, there would be no new. Thanks for inspiration.

I'm starting to think you exaggerated your evening.

You never even told us about any of your phantasmagoric eats betweens drinks.
Don't tell me you were so busy gettin' fit shaced you forgot the proper etiquette of eats.
Maybe some boiled tongue for the new year?

Several grilled Polish sausages, one from Stanisławów, one "Szlacheckie" brand, two types of bread, chicken soup with lots of pasta, Wienerschnitzel with potatoes and fried onion, nothing special, it was a family party with some visitors coming and leaving.

Musta been the grease on your fingers from those sausages that kept your fingers slidin' all over your keyboard. Onacuz you wouldn't want us to think that you can't hold your booze.

Suremente not so much that you'd feel it in the morning.

Civilized people use handkerchiefs to wipe the grease out and mainly use fork and knife, Poland has changed a bit since the 18th CE if you happen not to know.
Drink that much and we will see-the fact is I have had a good day for swallowin'. No one is perfect.

I am.

You could wipe yer
hands on the spiders
and do double taskin'.

Apologies, amigo. Heck, I am sure my recent fav puppet knows his limits as well-do not want to cause unnecessary death due to over-indulgence.

There has been a guy in Russia that partook in drinking contest, polished two bots of rectified spirit, was alive for 15 mins and after he took the prize (a package of vodka), fell on the floor never to rise again.

Ummm......I'm no biologist, but isn't that a lizard in your hand and not a spider?

And they say blondes are dumb.

Right, no wonder you ARE a teacher. Just to illustrate that even such lil' creature liked me.

Prolly out to
gobble yer lil'
worm.