Re: A Problem To Solve :-)

On 3/18/2024 2:46 PM, Farley Flud wrote:

On Sun, 17 Mar 2024 01:04:31 -0500, Physfitfreak wrote:
 

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He took his shoes and clothes off down to only a loose short; quickly
brushed his teeth with a bit of table salt "toothpaste" and gargled the
mouth pristine clean. This toothpaste thingy was also another mark of
cro-magnons. The fucking species itself was for some unknown reason,
goo-lover. They put goo into their soaps, they rubbed goo over their
entire bodies, they sold pure goo to rub their hands with; goo in their
shampoos, goo in their antibiotics, goo before fucking each other's homo
asses, and goo as the material to wash their teeth with. Nothing simpler
and better and cleaner and healthier and more natural than a few
milligrams of salt to use, to wash teeth, and that species _never_ found
that out. _Will_ never find it out.
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 I have to take issue with your description of Western toothpaste
as "goo."
 Western toothpaste contains diatomaceous earth which is an excellent
and mild abrasive to remove any dental plaque and tartar as well as acting
as a gum stimulant to prevent gingivitis.  Salt alone cannot do this.
 Western toothpaste also contains surfactants that greatly aid in the
uniform distribution of the abrasives and other ingredients.
 Western toothpaste also contains fluorides which can strengthen enamel.
 I would never prefer salt to a good formulated toothpaste.
            

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He then took the little flashlight with him and went around turning off
all the lights in the house except the two outside ones for cameras to
see better, then opened the blinds on the windows so he'd wake up in the
morning basked in intense sunlight inside the living room. Got to bed,
touched to check for the mighty 9 mm to see if it was there where it was
supposed to be, then subtracted the number of curses of the day from
200, and mentally noted how many curses he was allowed the day after.
Then, within just a few seconds, he was asleep.
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Woke up after intense dreams of eating Long John Silvers fish fillets
and coleslaw before, while, and after anything he did in that dream, and
sure enough found the whole living room was filled with sunlight. Cats
on seeing him awake began moving around saying hi and get vocal and
active with each other, ready for their food.
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As hungry as he felt, if it was the day after yesterday for sure, it
wouldn't be an eating day for Physfit, so coffee was the maximum he
could indulge in. Prepared that cheapest fucking coffee he could put his
hands on in Dallas from Aldi's, "Beaumont Coffee, Classic Roast", which
had a map of Texas on its lid, and said right there, "Go Texan",
underneath, which still was potent enough to place the very essence of
life and the zest for it back in him a 100%. He'd pay for "best" coffee
in the world, so don't get him wrong, but out of grudge for those crooks
who quadrupled their prices just to claim theirs were better, he kind of
proved to himself and them both, that they were mere crooks, by showing
that the cheapest coffee in the entire world still did exactly what it
was supposed to do.
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Physfit sat down with the cats and began enjoying his cup of coffee.
Each time he sipped it, it was one seep of coffee he had not bought from
those motherfuckers, adding to the pleasure in this morning habit of
his. Two of the cats always competed to be on his lap. It was the turn
for the white and green tabby one. The one who always looked at him with
wet eyes and pink eyelids, assertively, as well as interrogatively,
knowing that she owned him, and letting him know she was happy to be
with him, but whether it was so for him as well. It sure was, and he
wouldn't know how to tell her that. He lacked such mastery in expressing
without words. So she kept asking the same question every time she
looked at him straight in the eyes. She was allergic to something there
in the house.
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Then on a hunch, Physfit went to the window to check the magic mountain.
It was there. So everything again became affected by some degree of
uncertainty. Especially the time. He was so unusually hungry. Was it
really the day after the night of enjoying that zesty Long John Silver's
fillets and coleslaw? Could it be a totally different day? Bed was still
in the living room, so not too much could've passed since.
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He began the routine of feeding the cats. That routine was long and
involved enough to make him tired. Usually needing a 15 or 20-minute
visit to physics and COLA forums to rest and catch his energy again as
he let his dick do whatever it wanted there. There was a time that he'd
get physically active in the house for 4 hours, on weekends, before
needing any rest, but now at that age, the period had shortened to about
an hour and a half. This made him visit forums a few times too often per
day than he _and_ his dick liked.
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So he did visit usenet and took a look inside physics, and then COLA
forums. Same crap going on in both. In physics forum a couple of loonies
were trying to imitate a human that's actually alive, and in COLA,
groupies were following Farley this way and that way like little kids,
struggling to get a response from him. Or coming for Physfit's dick to
get the links they still painfully missed, after their fuck-ups in the
manner with which they'd asked for them. What a zoo. He clicked the
Thunderbird closed, and decided to find out what day it really was.
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He checked inside his pants pockets and found the receipt for the Long
John Silver's. Checked the date on the almost zero charge smartphone
with the date on the receipt. Four days had passed!...
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So no wonder, and what was good about it? He could make another
excursion to Long John Silver's :-) Which he almost immediately did.
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Physfit drove the 7 miles, windows all open, feeling great. Texas could
beat American homos and smart alecks' "San Francisco" ten times over on
days like that. Too bad they were rare. And too bad each time they came,
   people couldn't go outside to enjoy them. They had to be at work. And
only when the day was over and gone, they'd come out to live with what
was left of it.
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He got there, got his Aspire One mini laptop dedicated to DOS with
qBASIC on it out of his backpack and fired it on, drove into the
drive-thru and at the menu board ran the code he'd made to convert
repeating decimals into reduced fractions, before ordering anything. As
he looked up to see the menu, he went like,
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     "What in the world of the Holy Fucking Penis!" as he slowly scanned
the board left and right.
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All prices were given in continued fractions. He shouted, "FUCK!" and
turned off and placed his Aspire One mini laptop dedicated to DOS with
qBASIC on it back inside his backpack, made the order for three fillets,
then drove to the window.
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Same nice girl was at the window, gadget in hand, with "nice" meaning
fuckworthy. She put some numbers in the gadget and told him, "$15 for
fillets by themselves, and $22 for same, but as meal." Physfit said,
"Wasn't it the other night $13 and $18 respectively?" She replied, "This
is Dallas, and that was the other night."
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On taking that relatively brash remark, Physfit told himself, "Hmm.. so
she's only good for fuck then." He briefly looked forward and then back
at the clerk and asked how she'd calculated the price. She said the
number the continued fraction is calculated into was the price of the
three fillets as meal, and the sum of the numbers that were added to all
those fractions, from first line down to the last line at the bottom,
gave the price for the three fillets on their own.
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He added a huge side of coleslaw to the order, paid for it and drove
back home.
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On the menu board, how was the price of the three fillets expressed in
continued fractions?
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But the stupid clerk had made a mistake in explaining the pricing. When
Physfit called Long John Silvers and asked for the pricing again, since
what the clerk had told him was impossible, they explained that it was
the numerator of the reduced fraction that the continued fraction would
reduce into, which gave the price of the meal, not the whole fraction.
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Then Physfit regenerated the continued fraction, at home, that
represented the price of the three fillets on the menu board.
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If Physfit could do this, anyone could do that too, right? Hehe :)

 

But it's gooey.
Make a powder of all that, to be used only with water without creating a gooey texture, and I'll be all for it. "Tooth powder" on the shelves still exist, but are extremely rarer than the toothpaste across the cro-magnon realms. And even then, when I tried, yielded a gooey texture in the mouth and not a watery texture.
Perhaps you tried salt using too much of it. A very little amount of salt, about the size of an aspirin pill, is all that's needed. Salt is abrasive and anti-microbial. It is to a little extent abrasive to gums as well, which in fact is beneficial, stimulating them to regenerate faster and develop slightly thicker skin. And works well if you brush your teeth just once a day, best at night before sleeping.
If you're concerned with tea or coffee stains, you can add a tiny bit of baking soda to it (sodium bicarbonate).
Goo rules herr. If dishwashing liquid is not gooey, it does not sell. If clothes washing machine detergent is not gooey, it doesn't sell as well as the powdered ones. In fact it is harder and harder now to find the powder form of them. If soap bars don't have additional goo mixed in, people don't touch them, fearing "dry skin" would result. If skin is dry for some reason, people rub goo on it instead of making sure it is brushed clean and then wait for the natural oil seep out over the skin.
If after using soap bars and brushes to wash your skin in the shower, the skin doesn't feel gooey under the last shower, then the soap used will never get purchased again by that user. If cleaned skin is squeeky clean, which is what the clean skin is indeed, it horrifies that user, because it is not gooey and therefore not good. God forbit if shampoo would come in the form of a powder and not goo. Soap bars are gradually giving in to shower jells, cause the latter is gooey.
If a cake doesn't have an inch-thick fucking goo all over it, it won't sell!
Have you tried Iranian stores who sell Iranian pastries? You dont' find anything gooey in them. You'd just pay five times the price of gooey pastries out there, and buy the non-gooey ones from those stores, because it still sells at those prices!
Plain yogurt in this land of the brave, without adding goo to it as well, stayes on the shelves until expiration day. Who dares here to touch yogurt as it naturally made? You just have to give it a gooey texture to make sure it'll sell.
Goo on the skin makes money. Goo in the mouth, if sweet, makes money. Goo on the lips. Goo in and around the ass. Goo in the laxatives. Goo in medicinal oral suspensions. Goo in the hamburger. Goo in the salads. Goo to pour over your steaks. Goo to rub over your rotisserie chicken.
Iranians make kabobs and enjoy it. You turn the kabob into barbecue, cause it's gooey.
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